T is for Las Tres Perfectas Casadas

David Melville writes again, continuing his Alphabet of Mexican Melodrama ~


The Golden Age of Mexican Melodrama

T is for Las tres perfectas casadas (Three Perfect Couples)


At first glance, Las tres perfectas casadas looks like a Mexican rip-off of A Letter to Three Wives – adapted, of course, to the exigencies of a macho Latin culture. In the Joseph L Mankiewicz original from 1949, an unseen woman writes a letter to her three ‘dearest friends’ announcing that she has run off with one of their husbands. In this 1952 variant by Roberto Gavaldón, a notorious womaniser dies and leaves behind a confession to his three closest pals. Namely, that he has slept with not one but all of their wives.

The reasoning behind this switch is not far to seek. In most of Latin America at this time, it was considered only normal for a man to have adventures outside marriage. (Indeed, when one of the three husbands says he has never had any woman but his wife, the other two stare as if he’d grown an extra head!) A woman who deceived her husband, meanwhile, was viewed as something lower than a whore. A man might kill his wife for adultery – and be let off on the grounds that it was a ‘crime of passion’.


But appearances, as we know, are deceiving. The scurrilous Don Juan in question turns out to be very much alive – and played, moreover, by Mexico’s greatest male star, Arturo de Cordóva. The feelings of the various ladies for this reprobate – dormant through years (or even decades) of flawless bourgeois respectability – now spring violently, nay, operatically into life. What started out as a light social comedy with serious subtexts now morphs, shockingly but seamlessly, into Gothic melodrama at its most floridly overripe. Just imagine A Letter to Three Wives turning, midway through, into Laura – only with all the sexes reversed.

Are you still with me? The signs, of course, are there from the start, provided we know how to look. The bourgeois dinner party that opens the film is shot and played like a high comedy by Cukor or Lubitsch. (This is a production so lavish that even the mirrors and the billiard tables get a separate mention in the credits.) Yet raging outside is a thunder-and-lightning storm so grandiose, you would swear the guests had come to reanimate the Frankenstein monster – not to celebrate 18 years of ‘perfect’ marriage. In fact, one of the ancestral portraits on the wall is a dead ringer for Mary Shelley. I would love dearly to imagine this is not an accident.


As the mood of the film darkens – and Córdova turns up both alive and unrepentant – so, imperceptibly at first, does its visual style. Shadows lengthen, curtains billow and candles glow ominously amid the dark. We enter, before even know it, the world of Mexican noir as created by Gavaldón in earlier films. (See La diosa arrodillada, La otra and En la palma de tu mano for more proof.) Few other directors – or none, perhaps – could make this transition without chopping their film into awkward and disparate chunks. With its blatant disharmony of textures but its overarching unity of tone, Las tres perfectas casadas shows that Gavaldón was one of cinema’s greats.

As its multiples passions and conflicts grow more intense, the film narrows it focus, slowly but inexorably, to one of the three wives. In typically perverse fashion, this central figure is not Miroslava Stern – a huge Mexican star who, nonetheless, gets shunted off to the wings after a nicely poignant, tear-stained confession of her infidelity. The star of this movie (and what a star she is) is the Argentine actress Laura Hidalgo, a lady known throughout the 50s as ‘the Hedy Lamarr of South America’. The resemblance is indeed striking but – in all fairness – Hidalgo strikes me as a vastly more animated actress. Lamarr looked exquisite but often seemed on the verge of dozing off on camera. Hidalgo might pass as her energetic tomboy twin.


Yet Hidalgo, like Lamarr, was Central European in origin. She was born as Pesea Faerman in Bessarabia, which was then a northern province of Romania. Her Jewish family emigrated to Argentina in 1929 when Pesea was two years old. (Wisely, in the light of future events.) Although she was one of Latin America’s biggest and most glamorous stars, Hidalgo – again, like Lamarr – never took her career that seriously. She quit acting in the late 50s and became a poet of some renown. Her most famous film is the 1953 Armiño negro (Black Ermine) where a boy nurtures an incestuous crush on his mother, only to find out she is a de luxe lady of the night.

But back to our main feature…Hidalgo, whose one-night fling with de Córdova leads her husband to doubt the paternity of their daughter, meets him in secret and demands that he set things to rights. Having convinced their entire circle (mistakenly) that he was dead, he must now face up to his duty and commit suicide for real. Naturally, he must leave behind a note insisting that his first confession was lie. A ridiculous ploy, you might think – but strangely convincing when it is argued with such force! With typically Byronic ennui, de Córdova admits that he is bored with life. He is more than happy comply…provided the lovely Hidalgo will pay him one last call.

Their final meeting á deux is an operatic love-death worthy of Tristan and Isolde – only shorter and vastly more entertaining. Hidalgo’s grand monologue sums up this movie and a multitude of other melodramas like it:

All water has mud at its depths – and all women have, at least

once, a monstrous dream. Waking, we try to root out that bad

dream. Torture ourselves as we reach for its roots. But what, in

the end, do the roots matter? If flowers smelled like their roots,

they would stink of manure. But their longing for beauty is so

much higher than that.

Only the very greatest – or the very worst – of actresses could recite such lines and get away with them. I’ll leave you to decide which.

David Melville


7 Responses to “T is for Las Tres Perfectas Casadas”

  1. Gavalon’s a fascinating director. Macairo was an art house hit stateside in the 1950s. I have a special fondness for his work thanks to The Adventures of Casanova, a 1948 costume romance starring Arturo de Cordova and Lucille Bremer. This was made in the wake of Metro selling off Lucille’s contract to Eagle-Lion. Arthur Freed was besotted with Lucille, launching her in Meet Me in St. Louis and then spending a fortune to get the whole world to love her too in Till the Clouds Roll By, Ziegfeld Follies and above all the totally insane Yolanda and the Thief. Lucille was the very image of the “Gibson Girl.” She was sensational in melodrama (eg. Edgar G. Ulmer and Alvah Bessie’s Ruthless) and danced beautifully. But Yolanda was too much of a muchness for the moviegoing public (my friend Jerry Heiler used to dare everyone to see it on acid)

    Anyhoo while making The Adventures of Casanova she met the son of the vice president of Mexico. They were married, created the wildly fashionable resort town of Cabo San Lucas (fashionable because Lucille told all her Hollywood friends about it) and lived happily almost ever after. (30 years later Lucille called the marriage quits.) In Hollywood that’s a Fairy Tale ending.

  2. david wingrove Says:

    Alas, I’ve never seen the Casanova movie. But Yolanda and the Thief is a dazzling psychedelic extravaganza – and probably my favourite Minnelli movie of all time!

    Macario is a wonderfully eerie fantasy film that engages far more closely with Mexico’s indigenous culture than was common for films of the ‘Golden Age’ – most of which followed Hollywood or European models, with slight local variations.

    Must admit, though, that I’ve never ever seen a bad movie by Gavaldon. Even HISTORIA DE UN AMOR, his kitsch musical epic with Libertad Lamarque, is a consummate work of art by that lady’s standards. A minor work like MIERCOLES DE CENIZA (ASH WEDNESDAY) – with Maria Felix and Arturo de Cordova – is desperately uneven but never less than fascinating.

    He really was one of world’s cinema’s great unsung talents.

  3. david wingrove Says:

    By the way, David Ehrenstein, have you ever SEEN Laura Hidalgo? Some of her old Argentine movies are available in fuzzy copies on YouTube. My God, what a woman!!!

  4. Never seen her. Thanks for the heads-up.

  5. Alas, in this age of plenitude, Gavaldon’s Casanova flick still eludes us all. Am intrigued by his late-career works from the ’70s, which seem very quirky and interesting and are apparently still good…

  6. Sultriness at the four-minute mark.

  7. david wingrove Says:

    Oo-er…can’t wait to watch this!

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