Summary
A gothic fable of the Deep South, The Grouch drapes moss-draped melancholy over the shoulders of Donald Graham, a man stitched together from old wounds and swamp mist. Wrongly shackled for a crime orchestrated by the velvet-gloved predator John Cabin Branch—who also filched Donald’s perfumed wife Corinne—our protagonist emerges from stone-gray penitentiary dusk into the sun-blasted fever of a surveying crew, his soul already curdled. The flatland locals brand him “the grouch,” a label that sticks like burrs to wool, yet beneath the crust of misanthropy seethes a slow-burn hunger for reckoning. Banished again, he fetches up at a half-sunk clubhouse on the lip of the Okefenokee, where tannin-dark water mirrors his own murky conscience. Out of the cypress shadows stumbles Fleurette, dewy-eyed fugitive from river pirates, her white dress torn into pennants of flight; she lands like a bird with a broken wing in Donald’s barricaded heart. First he snarls, then he shelters, then he loves—three movements as spare and inevitable as a folk hymn. A telegram announces an unlooked-for inheritance; suddenly Donald holds the scalpel of capital, and he slices Branch’s market empire into bloody ribbons. Corinne slinks back, perfumed serpent offering to re-coil in his bed, but Fleurette—once doe, now flint—torches Branch’s plantation manor in a sunset blaze. Donald storms through smoke and fire to rescue both rival and ex-wife, the inferno cauterizing his last taste of bitterness. Dawn finds the newly solvent couple on a northbound train, smokestack plume mingling with dissipating grudges, heading toward a city that glimmers like a promise kept.
Synopsis
Donald Graham, imprisoned for a crime that actually was committed by John Cabin Branch, the man who stole Donald's acquisitive wife Corinne, joins a southern surveying team upon his release and becomes known as "the grouch." Following his dismissal, he works in a clubhouse situated on the edge of Okefenokee Swamp, and there he meets Fleurette, who has escaped from a band of pirates. Donald, who has become soured and misanthropic through his misfortune, treats Fleurette gruffly at first but finally softens towards her, marries her and takes her to the city. Upon learning that he has inherited a fortune, Donald uses the money to ruin Branch on the stock market, whereupon Corinne offers to return to him. Fleurette sets fire to Branch's house, but Donald arrives in time to save them both. Cured of his desire for revenge, Donald begins a new life with his beloved Fleurette.
Review Excerpt
"p,li{margin:0 0 1em 0}strong{color:#EAB308}Clara Beranger and Forrest Halsey’s screenplay drips with humid symbolism: shackles that outlive iron, swamps that swallow names, fires that baptize. Director David Smith—never hailed among the era’s titans—nevertheless wields chiaroscuro like a backwoods Rembrandt, letting kerosene lamps carve gold crescents across Al Hart’s gaunt cheekbones while the Florida everglades exhale something feral beyond the window frames.The film’s prologue hurtles through..."
