I have often thought that Tracy stayed at MGM longer than he should have creatively, but he was self-aware enough to understand that the structure of the studio system provided him with a routine that nurtured and protected his volatile, sensitive nature. [He also needed the money]. Thank goodness people like John Sturges and Stanley Kramer came along with the material they had when they did. Such talented people helped to pull something excellent and exceptional out of Spencer after so many years on that MGM gravy train. They just had to handle him in a certain way.
Of course, not all the films Tracy did after leaving MGM were "epics" (
The Devil at Four O'Clock might be the worst movie ever for Tracy, Sinatra and Mervyn LeRoy, but maybe it's just me who feels that way).
BTW, to return to the original point of this thread, I revisited
Black Angel (1946) over the weekend and relished Broderick Crawford's exhausted detective, the aptly named Capt. Flood. He's disgusted with the human race and himself--especially when June Vincent keeps coming around asking him to re-investigate her convicted husband's case. And, as he explains almost as though he's talking to himself, the homicide division is "only" three months behind in their investigations.
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