It's interesting to me how books and movies can come, go, and come again in relevance. In 1964, with the sound of Kennedy's assassination still lingering in the air, the Vietnam War on the horizon, and the nation erupting in violence as the Civil Rights movement hit the streets, the idea that drives SEVEN DAYS IN MAY probably seemed much more realistic than it did some decades later, when a weak remake of this film was made just after the Cold War ended. But the way things are going today, in 2019, the premise of SEVEN DAYS -- that the President might be deposed by the U.S. military -- has once again edged back into the furthest realms of possibility.
SEVEN DAYS takes place during the darkest days of the Cold War. The nation's deeply unpopular president, Jordan Lyman (Frederic March) has just signed a nuclear disarmament treaty with the Soviet Union, a move angrily opposed by the Joint Chiefs, most notably their charismatic Chairman, General James Matoon Scott (Burt Lancaster), who feel this is a sign of weakness that will provoke, rather than prevent, a nuclear war. Scott's able and loyal aide, Marine colonel Martin "Jiggs" Casey (Kirk Douglas), also opposes the treaty, but irritably fobs off suggestions from Senator Fred Prentice (Whit Bissel) that the military should take a more "active" role in opposing the president's plans. The constitution is sacred to Casey, as is the chain of command, and he assumes this feeling is universal throughout the military. A series of strange events, however, soon make Casey wonder if some of his fellow officers share that feeling, and before long he finds himself reluctantly confronting President Lyman with the seemingly fantastical idea that General Scott is planning a military overthrow of the government. The President is of course skeptical, but when his best friend, Senator Ray Clark (Edmond O'Brien) disappears while trying to locate a military base that no one seems to want to admit exists, Lyman's attitude changes. The President is desperate not only to abort the coup before it can take place, but to do so in a way in which the wider public, and the Soviet Union, never know of its existence. Unfortunately, he has few allies: Scott has the military leadership, an elite airborne unit led by a fanatical neo-fascist officer, the support of Prentice, and -- most importantly perhaps -- a Rush Limbaugh-style demagogue with a loyal audience of ten million, who plan to help him legitimize his coup. Lyman's hasty plans hinge on blackmail, in the form of Scott's embittered former mistress, Eleanor Holbrook (Ava Gardner), but Lyman may not have the stomach to stoop so low even with all the chips on the pass line. And yet me must find a way to stop Scott fast, because the day of the planned coup is fast approaching.
SEVEN DAYS IN MAY is a rare sort of film -- a military-political thriller that employs almost nothing in the way of violence or bloodshed. Everything which occurs does so in a single week, hence the title. The tension is achieved first through Casey's growing unease and suspicion (Kirk Douglas does a great job of acting with his face as he stumbles on some of the clues of the coup's existence), then by a plot twist which gives and then takes away the President's advantage over Scott, then by Clark's adventure in the desert (complete with capture, escape, and possible re-capture) and finally by a terrific all-dialogue confrontation between Scott and Lyman, during which March and Lancaster rise to sublime levels as actors. I confess I wanted to see just one scene in which the army of the plotters comes into conflict with soldiers loyal to the President (think the combat sequences in "Dr. Strangelove"), but such a sequence would have run contrary to the spirit of the film. The fact is, the talent pool on this film was very deep, and the direction by John Frankenheimer is crisp and assured, never flashy or distracting. To be perfectly honest, DAYS is one of those rare cases in which the film is better than the book upon which it was based, a novel by Fletcher Knebel whose tone was not appropriately serious enough for the subject matter. A lot of this falls at the feet of the great Rod Serling, whose screenplay is full of gems, including some great exchanges between Douglas and Gardner that would fit perfectly into a Film Noir movie ("I'll make you two promises: a very good steak, medium rare, and the truth, which is very rare.") It is possible to deliver a thriller with little physical action, but only if you have the right script, and the right actors to act it out.
We live in strange times, and the fact that SEVEN DAYS IN MAY has crept quietly into relevance again after 50-odd years is depressing and cause for anxiety. But it certainly makes an old black and white movie feel as relevant as today's news.