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Sunday, May 27
PETER PAN (1924)
by
Lloydville
on Sun 27 May 2007 12:03 AM PDT
The first half hour of Herbert Brennon's Peter Pan is an extraordinary piece of filmmaking, masterful in a delicate
and unusual way.
Almost
all of it takes place in the Darling nursery, on a set that is shot
from basically one angle and seems designed to suggest a theatrical
stage. I'm guessing that this was a deliberate strategy, meant to
associate the film with the celebrated stage productions of Barrie's
play, even though it was somewhat anachronistic for a film from 1924. Brennon,
however, has taken this limitation as a challenge, and in his own
subtle way has mastered it.
The
long shots of the set, with a frame that seems to mimic a proscenium
arch, are lit with extraordinary care by James Wong Howe. He achieves a
stunning impression of depth in the way his lights define discrete
spaces within the room and sculpt individual figures within those
spaces. Brennon's choreography of movement within the constricted
location reinforces the stereometric nature of Howe's lighting.
Slowly,
and with great subtlety, Brennon allows his camera to tentatively
explore this space from slightly different angles -- almost like a
tease. We never feel that our general sense of watching a stage play is
challenged -- but seem suddenly, briefly transported up onto the stage
for a privileged view of the action, as in a dream.
The
lighting shifts progressively throughout the sequence in a decidedly
expressionistic way -- from the high illumination of the opening to the
more atmospheric shadows of the room lit by the nightlights. Then Peter
appears, and the gears shift radically. Wendy sews Peter's shadow back
on in a gorgeous half-silhouette downstage, then Peter dances with his
shadow in a circle of light, shot from slightly above, that seems to
have no logical source.
When
Peter teaches the Darling children to fly, our head-on view of the set
is explicitly violated as we see one of the boys flying up towards a
camera placed near the ceiling and shooting in a near-reverse angle to
the one we've mostly been watching from. It's a shocking and magical
shift -- echoing the shock and magic of the child's first flight.
Alas,
the rest of the film, in Never Land, is not as magical as this first
act. The Catalina locations, the studio forest and underground lair,
the actors in animal costumes and the actors in human costumes never
quite cohere into a vision, despite many delightful passages. The final
action sequence on the pirate ship is confused and dull -- until the
wondrously choreographed sword battle between the Lost Boys and the
pirates lifts it all into magic once again.
The
special effects vary in quality, too. Most of the wire-work flying is
well done, but the flight of the pirate ship at the end is
underwhelming, and some of the superimpositions involving Tinkerbell
are poorly executed.
This
is a title-heavy film, but the titles are faithful to Barrie's truly
charming text, tastefully selected and arranged.
The
general result is a very uneven but endlessly fascinating film.
Brennon's vaguely perverse sensibility, always delivered with a
gossamer touch, is evident most especially in his use and appreciation
of Betty Bronson in the title role. She dances the part in a frankly
sensual way, and she is unmistakably and delightfully female -- which
allows Brennon to exploit an unmentionable eroticism in certain
passages.
The half-silhouetted shadow-sewing sequence between Wendy and
Peter has the quality of a sexual encounter, and there is nothing
innocent in the numerous kissing scenes -- between Bronson and Mary Brian,
Bronson and Anna Mae Wong, Bronson and Esther Ralston.
When Peter lies down to sleep on
the leaf bed after Wendy and the Lost Boys have left the underground
lair, Bronson is photographed in a languorous and sensual and purely
feminine pose -- which gives Captain Hook's spying on her a wholly
different spin than the narrative might suggest. Hook's hatred of Peter
reads as thwarted lust, pure and simple. He knows as well as we do that
the creature on that bed is a woman.
Sex in silent movies was a lot more interesting than it is in movies today.
Friday, May 18
INTOLERANCE
by
Lloydville
on Fri 18 May 2007 09:28 AM PDT
In
order to enjoy and appreciate Intolerance you have to watch it the
way you read Dickens -- submitting to its rhythms, surrendering to its
asides and narrative diversions. You simply can't be too
impatient to find out what happens next in the story (or
stories.) Dickens and Griffith are more interested in how things
happen, where things happen, to whom things happen. There's no
shortage of fascinating incident in either artist's work, and much of
it is spectacular -- but sometimes the incidents are very small indeed,
and no less fascinating for that.
I've seen Intolerance many times, and I find I remember small gestures and
glances, brief passages of body language with the same vividness that I
remember great lines of dialogue from talking films. The flirty
and then dismissive looks the girl outside the dance hall gives the
mill owner Jenkins who's come to spy on his workers make for an
indelible moment -- involving a bit player we never see again.
The Mountain Girl's postures of energy and defiance look in retrospect
like a primer on flapper attitude, years before the flapper even
existed.
It takes
Griffith over half an hour to introduce us to all four of the time
periods covered in the film. We start in the modern story,
proceed to the time of Jesus, then to 16th-Century France -- then back
to the modern story before seeing the walls of Babylon for the first
time.
Almost every
image in this first half hour is stunning, worth studying for its
dynamic composition involving movement and deep space. The illusion of
depth draws us emotionally into the film just as surely as the
interwoven narratives and the performances.
This effect is
most powerful on a big screen, of course, but it's effective enough on
a decent-sized TV monitor. When you consider a video screen's
tendency to flatten any image, it's all the more amazing that
Griffith's images retain their stereometric brilliance in that format.
One great
virtue of the DVD format is that it allows one to watch (or, one hopes,
re-watch) a film like Intolerance in segments -- which is the way one
reads those long Victorian novels originally published serially.
The film reveals much when experienced this way. There's almost
no chance in any continuous viewing of the three-plus hours of Intolerance that one could sustain the intensity of attention needed
to fully absorb its torrent of beautiful images in detail.
If you have Intolerance on DVD, go watch just its first half hour -- to the end
of the first Babylonian segment. There's enough cinematic
brilliance in that half hour to justify, by itself, the whole medium of
movies.
[If you don't
have Intolerance on DVD rush out and get it immediately. The
Kino edition is generally considered to have the best image quality.]
Saturday, May 12
MERRY-GO-ROUND
by
Lloydville
on Sat 12 May 2007 05:37 AM PDT
Erich Von Stroheim was above all else a wondrous spinner of tales. His
storytelling mode was, at heart, melodrama, but much modified from its
conventional forms. He embraced all the sensational elements of melodrama, its
reliance on wild coincidence and its stark dynamic of good versus evil
but subverted them to his own ends. He made the erotic subtext of much
melodrama explicit, he used coincidence to serve his own fatalistic
vision of human destiny, and he inverted expectations about protagonist
and antagonist, making the former often weak and foolish and the latter
invariably fascinating and appealing, especially when he himself played
the role.
His
vision of the world was brutal and harsh, but he preserved the romance
and the celebration of virtue at melodrama's core -- in the form of his
faith in a pure and spiritual love which could transcend the vagaries
of fate, even if his version of such love often existed outside the
realms of strict propriety.
He was
a popular artist of his time, speaking to audiences in a language they
could understand, even as he extended the expressive and thematic range
of that language. Of the seven films he completed only three were
released to the public in versions close to what he intended, and all
three made money -- quite a lot of money. Von Stroheim knew his public
and its taste, and we err when we accept too quickly the judgment of
the studio executives who decided that this public would not have
accepted his four mutilated films in the longer versions he originally
prepared. We will never know for sure, of course, but it's an insult to
a popular artist of Von Stroheim's stature and achievement not to give
him the benefit of the doubt on this score and to accept uncritically
the verdict of the creative mediocrities who vandalized his films.
The
tale Von Stroheim concocted for what would have been his fourth film, Merry-Go-Round, is perhaps his most romantic -- inspired as it was by
his nostalgia for the old Vienna he grew up in, the one that vanished
forever in the catastrophe of WWI. Von Stroheim's participation in this
old Vienna was not what he claimed it to have been -- it was part of
his dream world from the start -- but it was at the center of his
imaginative life and he seems to have felt its loss just as keenly as
(perhaps more keenly than) the loss of something real.
In Merry-Go-Round, Agnes becomes a symbol of the innocence and allure of
the dream of old Vienna -- one which redeems the deceitful and
hypocritical Count Hohenegg, and by extension the whole corrupt
superstructure of the Hapsburg fantasy. That fantasy was worthwhile,
Von Stroheim seems to say, if it could make a place for dreamy,
waltz-inflected nights at the Prater, and for Agnes, the sweet
incarnation of those lyrical interludes.
When
we think of dreamlike films, or dream sequences within films, we might
be tempted to think of the expressionistic style filmmakers often use
to signal a dream state -- but of course real dreams do not present
themselves in that way. We might, in a dream, find ourselves at home
and discover a previously unnoticed door opening onto a previously
unsuspected wing of the house -- but that wing is not appointed like
the cabinet of Dr. Caligari . . . it is as convincingly real a place,
in the dream, as the actual house we know.
Von
Stroheim appropriated this aspect of actual dreams to give his
cinematic universe the power of the dream spaces we concoct, with a
similar attention to detail, in our sleep. This was Von Stroheim's way
of seducing us into his dreams, making us take them seriously. It was a
storyteller's strategy -- not, as has often been suggested, some kind
of neurotic obsession with "realism", much less an egotistical
extravagance. While Von Stroheim was obsessing over his "extravagant"
sets he himself lived in an exceedingly modest home in Hollywood, and
led a mostly mundane and largely domestic private life.
Von
Stroheim was the first great director to realize consciously that
movies alone could use this illusion of a coherent and convincing dream
universe to give power and depth and weight and resonance to an
ordinary tale, to overwhelm us with the subliminal power of an actual
dream.
Von
Stroheim was fired from Merry-Go-Round somewhere between a quarter
and a third into the shooting. The story was rewritten and the shooting
completed by Rupert Julian, a studio hack appointed by the dazzlingly
mediocre producer Irving Thalberg. Enough remains of Von Stroheim's
vision to show us what the film might have been -- and there is more
than enough of Julian's work on display to make the genius of Von
Stroheim's method stand out in stark contrast.
Julian's
mise-en-scène is theatrical and uninventive, without a trace of plastic
imagination. He does not place us inside a dream universe but at the
edge of a stage. We don't have the sense of being someplace but of looking at something. Julian also encourages his actors to act -- in an
exaggerated theatrical style that several of them had no training or
capacity for, and that violates in all cases the more naturalistic and
engaging style Von Stroheim knew how to elicit even from novices.
Despite
all that, the performances of Norman Kerry and Mary Philbin are
revelations. Kerry was playing his first important role here, and
Philbin her first role of any kind (apart from a walk-on in Foolish
Wives.) Kerry was a small-time actor whom Von Stroheim here elevated
to star status -- and we can see in his performance what Von Stroheim
saw in him. He's sort of like a laid-back, less boyish John Gilbert,
with tremendous masculine authority, which seems utterly natural and
utterly appealing in those scenes directed or influenced by Von
Stroheim but which vanishes entirely in those scenes in which he is
called upon to emote in a more conventional (though already
anachronistic) style.
Philbin
was an actual discovery of Von Stroheim's -- he'd named her as the
winner of a publicity-stunt beauty contest he judged in Chicago. She
has real charm and power in Merry-Go-Round, and also a totally
convincing naturalness -- except when Julian persuades her to try for
the high style, at which point she seems merely competent. Her
generally undistinguished performance in The Phantom Of the Opera
must be attributed directly to Julian's cluelessness and bad taste as a
director of film actors, because she was an artist of genuine talent
and potential. (The fact that she became one of Universal's biggest
stars in the Twenties is yet more evidence of Von Stroheim's insight
into the popular taste of his time.)
Much
of Von Stroheim's dark vision of human behavior was removed from the
reworked version of the tale given to Julian to execute, which makes
the romantic idealism that triumphs in the end seem a bit saccharine.
Dimwits like Thalberg didn't understand how dark elements could set off
and energize the positive and redemptive themes always present in Von
Stroheim's work.
Universal
called its prestige releases Super-Jewels. The existing version of Merry-Go-Round is a Super-Rhinestone -- but in it we can see
reflected a great masterpiece, the film Von Stroheim might have made
without the intervention of Irving Thalberg and his all-too-perfect
alter ego Rupert Julian.
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