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JAZZ IN THE M OVIES
Programmes
20th July-
18th September 1973
Joseph Losey
RKO in the Thirties
Val Lewton
The Actor as Director
Jazz in the Movies
and
A Season of
Independent and
Experimental Film
JOSEPH LOS EY
During the programme period July 20th to provide an interesting adjunct to the recent rant1es and several premieres. The longest
September 18th the National Film Theatre will R.K.O. in the 40s season, and the forthcoming season-comprising some 50 features-is called
present six main seasons, plus a number of R.K.O. in the 30s, which will comprise some The Actor as Director and takes a look at those
'special events' and John Player Lectures. All 30 features in prints only available from the actors, not normally 'behind the camera'.
the seasons mentioned will be spread between National Film Archive. Titles include Our Titles include Night of the Hunter (Laughton),
the 520-seater N FTI and the 165-seater N FT2. Betters (Cukor), Alice Adams (Stevens) , First Love (Schell) , Night Games (Zetterling),
It is hoped that the Joseph Losey retrospective Stage Door (La Cava), and The Woman The Shrike (Ferrer), Das Verlorene (Lorre),
will be the most comprehensive yet mounted, Between (Litvak). Jazz in the Movies promises Home at Seven (Richardson), Dead Image
including as many of his 23 features (before A to be an unusual event and will include an (Henried) and On Approval (Brook) . The John
Doll's House) that are presently available. appearance by Humphrey Lyttelton and his Player Lectures should include Angela Lansbury,
The Val Lewton season, comprising twelve of Band, an All-Night show, a number of feature Joseph Losey, Humphrey Lyttelton, and
his famous productions (by directors including films with jazz scores, and the bulk of the Jeffrey Richards on The Cinema of Empire.
Jacques Tourneur and Robert Wise) should programmes devoted to shorts, including many
SUMMER 1973
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David Wilson atomic plant asks Mick about being expelled
from school), beyond their obvious reference
to the continuity of Anderson's work. But
Writing in Declaration in 1957, Doris Lessing thought she saw a new spirit since the allusions are there, it may be worth
hovering behind the lace curtains of post-austerity Britain. 'I am convinced that pursuing them.
we all stand at an open door, and that there is a new man about to be born, who The end of If .•• was widely interpreted
has never been twisted by drudgery; a man whose pride as a man will not be as a revolutionary gesture. Perched like
Vigo's children on the school roof, Mick
measured by his capacity to shoulder work and responsibilities which he detests, Travers mowed down the Establishment
which bore him, which are too small for what he could be; a man whose strength figureheads and then turned his gun on us,
will not be gauged by the values of the mystique of suffering.' The same anthology passive connivers in the system's fraud. The
of credos included an essay by Lindsay Anderson, characteristically entitled 'Get year was r968, and the time was ripe. But
Out and Push!', which castigated the society into which this new man would be if you do read If • • • as a call to arms-and
most people did-you have to ignore some
born: the stultifying mediocrity, the philistinism, the smug, directionless self- visual evidence in this last scene. The head-
display of a little England still intoxicated with the illusion of Great Britain. master was shot through the head and
vanished in a puff of smoke, but didn't he
Riskily avoiding a nasty fate at the hands rise up again (like the bayoneted chaplain
'But one thing is certain: in the values of of a mad professor who transplants human emerging from a cupboard drawer) to lead
humanism, and in their determined application heads on to pigs' bodies, Mick finds refuge the forces of reaction ? If memory serves, the
to our society, lies the future. All we have to do with a travelling pop group, whose constant headmaster was in any case shot not by Mick
is to believe in them.' companion happens to be the daughter of a but by his earth spirit girlfriend; Mick was
financier and property tycoon, filthy rich. always the dreamer. This reading of If •.• at
Made the scapegoat when this respected least makes sense of the film's parade of
These brave new words were of their time, entrepreneur's arms deal with an African emblematic clowns. Fools they may be, but
and many of their references specific. police state encounters a last-minute hitch, pillars of an Establishment so pervasive, so
Developing and generalising some of the Mick emerges from prison a new man, the entrenched, so encrusted with hierarchic
themes he had launched a few months before milk of human kindness overflowing after ritual that peashooter assaults like Alf
in his SIGHT AND SOUND polemic 'Stand up! a thorough immersion in the History of Garnett and Private Eye and even school-
Stand up!', Anderson aligned himself with Western Philosophy and similar uplifting boys toting bren-guns can be taken in their
Osborne and anger, attacked Amis and Wain works. The fires are dampened after a brisk stride. Mick's revolt was no revolution but a
and the whole spectrum of the pseudo- rejection by the ungrateful lower depths, futile anarchic gesture. And far from being a
liberal intelligentsia and their 'flight from and all looks hopeless until a stroke of luck departure from If . . . and its message, 0
contemporary reality'. Sixteen years have in Leicester Square finds him at a casting Lucky Man ! confirms it. As Mick walks
intervened and left their mark. Osborne no session. Picked out of the crowd by the towards his brief encounter with humanist
longer writes letters of hate to England; the film director, Mick sees a blinding flash of affirmation among the down-and-outs, he
New Left is cocooned in self-perpetuating light when Lindsay Anderson hits him over passes a slogan on the wall: 'Revolution is
obscurantism; Free Cinema is a memory. the head with a rolled-up script. Invited to the opium of the intellectuals.' It begins to
Words like 'affirmation' and 'commitment' smile, he smiles. The moment of illumina- look as though he didn't mean exactly what
and 'belief', ubiquitous at the time, appear to tion has shown him the way to the stars. people took him to mean when Anderson
have lost their currency. Except that to read Everyone assembles to celebrate the news: called If .•• 'the writing on the wall'.
Anderson's Declaration essay (from which 'You'll be better by far/To be just what you
all the quotations in this article are taken) are/You can be what you want/If you are 'We can no longer afford the luxury of
without its contemporary allusions is to read what you are-and that's a lucky man!' laissez-faire, and if we try, we are going to
a remarkably accurate diagnosis of a malaise
There was a modest genesis to this find that it is the most pernicious elements that
as virulent now as it was then.
contemporary morality. David Sherwin, come out on top.'
And in the wake of The White Bus and
who wrote the screenplay, describes in an
If . .. , a first impression of 0 Lucky Man!
introduction to the published text* how the The targets in 0 Lucky Man ! are every
suggests that Anderson's views, in their
idea developed from Malcolm McDowell's bit as foolish as they were in If ... and just
essentials at least, have not changed. Knock
own story about his experiences as a coffee as pernicious, though less foolish and more
down the Aunt Sallys and up they pop
salesman. With prompting from Anderson, pernicious the higher up the social scale
again, good as new. So what has changed?
this sketch for a modest comedy was fleshed they are. Mick's pilgrim's progress unveils a
Well, the new man of I957 would have
out into the epic form (and at three hours, gallery of connivance, sycophancy, petty
embraced those 'values of humanism', might
epic length) of 0 Lucky Man!. Something corruption and wholesale roguery. On the
even have been making films like Thursday's
of the original survives in the coffee factory first floor there is the coffee factory chief
Children. But in I973 he's been mutated into
sequence following the credits, which is executive, suave, pompous ('Who's my
a lucky man, learning how to play the game
funny, sharp, knowingly and precisely man ? Can you sniff him ?'), handing Mick
by the rules, journeying from illusion to a
accurate after the fashion of the establishing an apple as he sets off for the North; the
smiling acceptance of reality.
scenes in If . . . . But the epic ground has chicanery of provincial officialdom, crowded
The journey begins in a coffee factory.
already been prepared. 'Once upon a time,' into a steamy outhouse behind the mayor's
The modem Everyman, Mick Travis
prompts an opening title, and an iris out hotel to leer at a strip show (echoes here of
(Malcolm McDowell), is a trainee salesman,
takes us into a sepia-toned silent fable This Sporting Life as well as The White Bus);
watching conveyor belt automata pack
about a coffee plantation worker (Mc- the police, nasty, brutish and venal, but
Nigerian coffee into plastic bags so that it
Dowell) and the awful consequences of knowing their place when it comes to arrest-
can be shipped back to Nigeria. Mick is an
being caught stealing beans. Into the present, ing the fall guy. Higher up come the super-
innocent, but no Don Quixote. He has
and the first of the film's many references cilious interrogators, firing loaded questions
ambition and good looks, and he already
back. A moment's hesitation (haven't I seen at Mick as Dandy Nichols wheels in the tea;
knows how to use them. Promoted from the
you somewhere before ?) as Mick talks to the politicians, faceless whites and fascist
ranks, he sets off for the North, encountering
one of the girls on the packing lines, played blacks, wheeler-dealing over napalm to keep
on the way his first lesson in life in the shape
by Christine Noonan, the tigerish girlfriend the peasants down, swallowing their distaste
of two corrupt officers of the law. Several
from If ... ; some confusion over his name for the whole nasty business by calling it
lessons later, after a season with provincial
-Travis, not Travers like the hero of the 'honey' as they sip champagne. In a room to
worthies and small town graft and a brush
previous film. You make what you like of himself is the mad doctor, dreaming of a
with Special Branch interrogators when he
these and similar incestuous jokes (Arthur genetic heaven ('We have a Mongol in here
stumbles into an atomic research establish-
Lowe, provincial mayor of The White Bus, who can't tie his own shoelaces. By the end
ment, Mick's progress from innocence to
is the same here; the interrogator at the of the summer he'll be a contract bridge
experience takes him South again, following
a pause for refreshment at the breast of champion'). And at the top of Centre Point
Mother Church. *Plexus Publishing, £1.25 is the system's masterwork, plutocrat Sir
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James, reeling off an instant obituary when ance that he contrives so many variations on It's a haunting, magical sequence, but its
his chief researcher plummets through the reacting. imprecision is revealing (if the Church
window, savouring his own malice as he If there is a woolly internal logic to this denies him, who are these angels guiding
picks up one of the phones in his brandy- multiple role-playing, it's less easy to place Mick to the motorway ?). According to the
stocked Rolls to blackmail a transatlantic the film's more peripheral distractions. It car radio, Mick's smile of acceptance is a
underling. might be granted that the occasional but transcendental state of wisdom. The impli-
All these characters ('humours', as Ander- specific echoes of A Clockwork Orange cation is that the only way to come to terms
son calls them) are set up to be laughed (Mick wired up in the research clinic, from with life's absurdity is to laugh at it.
down. ~he idiom is comic, and the epic form which he escapes by diving through a Affirmation is difficult when it's mocked by
accommodates it; the totems are wheeled on, window; the reforming prison experience; the absurdities of everyday reality each time
and there's neither time nor motive to look the name De Large on his salesman's order you open a newspaper. So laugh and the
behind the paint. Despite, or perhaps pad) reflect the similarity between two world laughs with you. The laughter is
because of, his training in the British heroes of our time and their various trans- comprehensive. Another item heard on
documentary tradition, Anderson in his formations. But the film anthology items, Mick's radio is about mental hospitals; one
films has always sought to go beyond the from the opening silent film pastiche of the films which Dr. Munda and his aides
limited naturalistic zone and into realism, in (complete with Eisensteinian expanding show to clinch the 'honey' deal graphically
the Brechtian sense of showing not real titles) to the Olvidados tramps who round illustrates the effects on the human body of
things but things as they really are. There on Mick's unwanted charity, seem no more a brief exposure to the substance; Mick as
were indications of this in This Sporting Life, than off-the-cuff conceits. crusader fails to stop a woman preparing to
his first feature; but his fondness for the A somewhat larger conceit (Fellini-like in kill herself in a crumbling tenement. But
episodic structure, where the effect derives effect if not in intent) is reserved for the end, this, it appears, is just life in its infinite
from the accumulation of loaded detail when after Mick's enlightened smile cast and variety, and it's the whole of life that Mick's
rather than from any linear narrative crew come together for a celebratory dance, smile accommodates.
progression, goes back to his early docu- director embraces star, and 'while others Perhaps, though, it's not so compre-
mentary films, much influenced by the dance away the chance to light your day' hensive after all. Mick discovers a recon-
Jennings method of assembling from frag- Mick/McDowell chases balloons, an image ciliation with himself and the world's
ments. The impressionist tensions of the which- surely unintentionally- suggests idiocy; but it's also of course Malcolm Mc-
early documentaries are now modulated into that he is still reaching after illusions. The Dowell, auditioning with books and a gun,
Expressionist oppositions. Mick gives his smile would belie this inference, but the on his way to star in If .... Life's like that,
prison pay packet to a Salvation Army smile is the problem. if you're a lucky man and not the tenement
meeting, and the idealist gesture is immedi- woman about to discover her own kind of
ately countered by cynicism as two by- 'But the real question remains unanswered. reconciliation with the world as she sees it.
standers pick his pockets. The film is If "Land of Hope and Glory" is to be decently But people are nasty, and the nastiness of
constructed on such oppositions; and on a shelved, what song are we to sing ?' human nature makes no distinctions of class
formal level at least, their imprecision or circumstance. The meths drinkers, now
represents-as Anderson said of Ford-the joined by Sir James' carefree daughter
Johnsonian 'grandeur of generality' rather There is a clue to Mick's smile in an (Helen Mirren) and her titled boyfriend,
than the romantic's 'glorification of the earlier scene. Mick's progress as a salesman turn on Mick as cynically as he was turned in
particular'. Which is not to say that the film's ends when the road runs out at the wire by his friends at the other end of the social
particular detail is not often familiar and fences of the atomic research plant. As he ladder. They don't want charity of any kind,
precise. stands on his car roof and peers into the soup or stirring passages from The Lower
distance for a guiding star, Mick's car radio Depths. It's when the generalities become
The episodes are often divided by black- is tuned to a programme about Zen and the particular that the ambiguity of acceptance
outs, a device which emphasises their equal moment of illumination ('to understand begins awkwardly to impinge; and to imply
significance as parts of the whole. The limbo life, to be with life . . . living now'). This a process of selection which certainly isn't
between sequences is occupied by the film's mysterious moment is the beginning of a natural.
major Brechtian device, in the form of Alan reconciliation with the self in relation to the Rachel Roberts, reeling off her shopping
Price and his songs, ironically detached from other, the wisdom of self-awareness. Its list of cabbages and 'baked beans sometimes'
and obliquely commenting on the action. magical qualities have been portended in and scrubbing her floor, houseproud to the
There's a nice reflection of this detachment the various talismans which Mick acquires last, before she turns the gas taps on, appears
when Alan Price, appearing in the film as on his journey to experience-the apple at earlier as Gloria Rowe, the coffee factory
himself, sits apart from the rest of his group the coffee factory, a golden coat from the public relations siren who first asks Mick to
in the dormobile which picks up Mick after tailor, a book of cheering texts from the smile. As Mick watches open-eyed, Gloria
his escape from the research clinic; though prison governor. The signs are not to be quotes Blake: 'A sincere belief that anything
this intervention in the film seems more of a taken for their meaning; we learn later that is so will make it so.' Blake's 'contraries', the
distraction than a workable distantiation the golden coat is nylon, and Mick's innocent dream and the experience of reality,
effect. A couple of lines from Alan Price's quotations from the book are everywhere have often found echoes in Anderson's films.
final song ('So it's on and on, and it's on scorned. Just as often the attempt to balance the
and on/Around the world in circles turning') The path towards knowledge is bathed in opposites, the artist's obsession with finding
provide both a comment on Mick's circular Biblical light as Mick escapes from the atomic a unity in the variety of experience, has led
travels and also an echo of the film's second plant: blinding flashes as the plant explodes, to ambiguity, sometimes expressed as
major formal device, the use of the same a scorched and windswept heath, gathering compassion edged out by bitterness. The
actors in several roles. Arthur Lowe is as darkness-then suddenly the gloom dis- Covent Garden porters ('those good and
good in blackface as the Mrican dictator perses, there is a refreshing stream for Mick friendly faces') of Every Day Except Christ-
Dr. Munda as he is as the bumptious factory to drink from (a magic spring evidently, as mas are balanced by the savage vision of
manager and the oily provincial mayor, and Miroslav Ondricek's camera lingers on it 0 Dreamland, and it's not simply a cry of
Ralph Richardson's duet as a rundown tailor after Mick has passed), and down in the shame for the place and its meanness
mouldering in Mick's northern hotel and the valley below an idyllic pastoral scene like because the people are also ugly ('the typical,
engagingly supercilious tower block tycoon some mystical vision of Eden before Adam. unimaginative, phlegmatic smugness of the
is a tribute to his versatility; and so on down The church in the valley denies Mick the British working class,' as Anderson described
the cast list. But if this trick is no more than harvest festival food of God (traditional the men at the factory gates watching the
a diverting way of indicating that life's religion is no salvation), but his rebirth is March to Aldermaston). There is no trace in
encounters are merely permutations on the confirmed as the vicar's wife gives him suck 0 Lucky Man ! of that sentimental view of
same 'humours', it begins to pall when it (a whole line of enquiry could be followed hard-bitten market lorry drivers seeing
finds Mick double-taking minor characters. on the recurrence of mother figures in the through the night with the National Anthem;
The theatrical manner is obviously helpful ' film). 'There's nothing in the North for a but what seems to have replaced it is a mean-
when the lines these Royal Court actors boy like you,' the woman tells him, and spirited perspective on the essential nasti-
speak are so charged; and it says a lot for Mick, bearing a staff and guided by children, ness of human nature.
Malcolm McDowell's marathon perform- sets off for the South. There is an unappealing sanctimonious
128
edge to this comprehensive spite, a con-
descension which extends even to those
ideals which no one would defend. Mick
tastes justice from a judge who retires for a
spot of flagellation while the jury deliber-
ates; the prison governor who sends Mick
into the world again is mocked not only for
his vanity but because he also plants a kiss
on Mick's forehead. It's difficult to see the
relevance of private perversion and public
idiosyncrasy for itself; but somehow here
there is a flavour of Profumo and the
hypocrisy of gratuitous contempt. Accept-
ance is not conformity, Anderson insists.
But if all it means in 0 Lucky Man ! is a
woolly-minded coming to terms with the
world as it is, it's a cold conclusion from an
angry man.
ANGll AND
RlAliiY
GODARD
AND GORIN
IN AMlRICA
'We feel that we have very little to say
to each other. Nevertheless, we are in a
system, a star system-this is a temple
of culture, we are the big priests, and
you are, I don't know what ••• or I do
know what you are. The real contra-
diction, and we can't resolve it, is that
we have nothing to say to each other,
and here we are in front of each other
dying to say something, and the only
game we know is the question and
answer game. I don't know how to deal
with it any more, but we still deal with
it. We just feel obliged to stay because
of the money.'
HITCHCOCK'S 'FRENZY'
eye of the beholder' and audience: the director's eye and the eye
of the beholder welded into a single screen
image. The nosy, rubbernecking camera of
the opening montage of Frenzy is an
admission from Hitchcock that he js a thrill-
seeker at heart (his is the most prominent of
the gaping faces on the screen) and a
reminder to his movie audience that they
are no better: a serio-comic blending of 'I
confess' and '}'accuse'. It is fair warning of
what is to follow: not only further titil-
lations of the peek-a-boo variety but
constant reminders of the voyeuristic
impulses which are all too willingly being
aroused within us by the Master of Prurient
Suspense, the patron saint of Peeping Toms
and moviegoers.
For Frenzy is a story of sex and murder.
Richard Blaney (Jon Finch), a former war
hero down on his luck, is offered comfort by
his girl friend Babs Milligan (Anna Massey),
by his friend Bob Rusk (Barry Foster), and
by his ex-wife Brenda (Barbara Leigh-Hunt).
When Rusk rapes and strangles both women,
Blaney is suspected of being the 'Necktie
Murderer' and is sought by the police.
Blaney turns for shelter to Rusk, who leads
the police to him after planting Babs'
clothes in his bag. Blaney is convicted of
murder. A suspicious Scotland Yard inspec-
tor (Alec McCowen) uncovers evidence
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against Rusk in time to prevent Blaney from the shower scene, the sequence here is large, general, normal, average audiences-
killing Rusk in his flat after escaping from protracted, the killing slow, the effect the tourist trade-whose observance of the
prison. distressing. If we have seen less than we conventions does not preclude a taste for
As the plot suggests, Frenzy contains expected in the previous scene, surely in murder, pathological sex and the horrific
most of the elements which audiences have this one we have seen a great deal more. in its fictions. Hitchcock not only caters to
come to expect from Hitchcock. These Again, the backward tracking shot from this taste, but makes us aware of it, makes
expectations are important in Frenzy. In the door of the murderer's flat after he and us accessories before, during and after the
fact they are, in a sense which it will be his next victim (Anna Massey) have fact.
the intent of these remarks to show, what entered is ominous and amusing at the same He knows that for years the genre of the
Frenzy ·is chiefly about. That we do bring time: a playing with form which is designed thriller, the mystery, the detective story has
certain sharply defined anticipations to a to make the audience self-conscious. The served as a mask of respectability for the
Hitchcock film there can be no doubt. conventions of the genre have led us to indulgence of sexual fantasies by the
Hitchcock makes thrillers: we come to his expect either a cut to the inside of the flat, middle classes. Tales of predators and
films to be thrilled. This is the unwritten or a change of scene altogether, but not a victims, particularly those involving the
agreement between us, lurking beneath the shot which slowly takes us back down the extreme physical crimes, are euphemisms
surface of which is a world of implications stairs we have just ascended with murderer for the language of the id, a language so
which might perhaps be uncomfortable to and victim. Hitchcock is not so much forbidden it is never spoken, only heard.
think about. saying, 'You'd like to know what's happen- What are, after all, the socially acceptable
There are many who think that Hitchcock ing behind that door, wouldn't you?' (for forms of physical and emotional excitation?
has not been living up to his end of the we already know) as 'You'd like to see it, The paradoxes inherent in the solving of
bargain lately. To these people especially, wouldn't you?' He reminds us of the this essentially middle-class problem, both
Frenzy may constitute a kind of vengeful voyeuristic impulses which have been humorous and grim, are the very stuff of
reply. It is Hitchcock's most exciting film aroused by our sight of the first murder and Hitchcock's films (as they are of Buftuel's).
since Psycho, but one which constantly which, taking the cause-effect sequence The murder mystery story is considered
alludes to the appetite of its audience, back a step further, have probably been eminently 'safe' (like a nun having cock-
perhaps grown too large for anyone to responsible, in dark and disordered ways, tails with her brother) and indeed, in
satisfy. I will show you what you want to for our having entered the theatre to see England, almost a guarantee of civilised
see, says Hitchcock, but you must admit Frenzy in the first place. respectability: it evokes the image of
that you want to see it. I will cast an evil The method is equally at work in the peppery virgins in their seventies (of whom
spell here in the darkness, says our not-so- more gruesome and unrestrained scenes: Hitchcock's films have their fair share) as
benevolent Prospero, but you must share we do not expect to see a nude corpse author, sleuth or audience, as well as
the burden of guilt with me. bounced out of the back of a truck in a frightened girls in lonely houses who have
Much of the vitality of Frenzy results Hitchcock film-but we do. The moment emerged from a tradition safely originating
from this implied relationship between we expect the camera to turn discreetly two hundred years ago. The thriller allows
director and audience. Hitchcock plays with away-as in the sequence in which Rusk us to visit the Underworld on Dante's terms:
our anticipations, showing us sometimes too attempts to open the clutching fingers of his motives impeccable, moral judgments com-
little, sometimes too much of what we expect dead victim with a pen-knife-is the fortably predetermined, and return passage
to see, but in every case drawing our moment it stays relentlessly and perversely guaranteed. Hitchcock is clearly fascinated
somewhat ruffled attention to the expecta- transfixed. The audience feels both humour by this formula, which renders us armchair
tions themselves. and horror, fascination and repulsion. murderers and passive rapists by the
Because the camera does not avert its eyes hearthside with no one the wiser.
For instance, early in Frenzy there is a when we would, we are very much aware of What distinguishes Hitchcock's films
scene in which a sexually predatory Jon ourselves at the moment, of where we are, from others which serve the audience in the
Finch persuades his ex-wife (Barbara of what we are doing, and of our capacity same way is that Hitchcock is aware of the
Leigh-Hunt) to let him come into her flat (perhaps larger than we thought) to witness secret gratifications moviegoing affords and
for one last drink. We have witnessed the atrocity. There can be no doubt that incorporates this awareness into the forms
'All right, but just for a minute' scene too Hitchcock is playing with his audience as themselves of his films. He takes the
many times not to expect a quick cynical audience, by making us aware of the act innocence out of the phrase 'escapist fare'
cut to a bedroom; and Hitchcock gives it to (if such it can be called) of passive wit- and makes it something darker and more
us, but the bedroom is a large dormitory in nessing which is the chief mark of our complex, consisting of vicarious excitements
a Salvation Army dosshouse, and Finch's identity at the moment. and borrowed passions and vaguely tainted
closest bedfellow is an old drunk who tries When Finch is put on trial we are by auto-eroticism. Among their other
to pick his pocket. Those of us who had relegated to a position outside the courtroom accomplishments, the films of Hitchcock
been rather complacent about the wife's trying to get a peek inside. Hitchcock is may one day be found to constitute the best
emotional vulnerability are made slightly at his most impudent in quite literally single gloss on the Gothic fictions which
self-conscious about our complacency, and shutting the door in our face at the moment have persistently endured as a genre for two
what it had led us to expect to see. Whether the verdict is announced (and this isn't the hundred years, and which have enjoyed the
Hitchcock has tricked us or we have tricked first time we have found ourselves hanging prominence of a vogue in two notable
ourselves, we feel to some small degree the around some shut door or window). The periods: the late eighteenth century and the
frustration of having sinned without pleasure. verdict is told to us almost immediately mid-twentieth.
To be sure, the bedroom scene has taken afterwards, but not before we have become
place, as Finch's manner when he discovers conscious of ourselves as curiosity seekers, Is it a playful Hitchcock who reminds his
the money informs us, but we haven't seen it. as uninvolved tourists in 'another country' public of their repressions in Frenzy ?
If Hitchcock has disappointed us here, of rape and murder. Doubtless; but it is impossible not to
he more than makes up for it in the scene The point is chiefly made visually, but is notice that the reminders are more insistent
which follows, surely one of the most verbalised at the beginning of the film in a and remorseless than they have ever been
harrowing he has ever filmed: the wife's scene in a pub at lunchtime in which a before, the jests at the audience's expense
rape and murder. The ancestors of this doctor and lawyer discuss the series of tinged with a bitterness and cruelty which
episode are the two most famous scenes in necktie murders plaguing (and delighting) are often surprising, and occasionally shock-
Hitchcock: the shower murder in Psycho London, and remark that it will be good for ing. In many ways Frenzy is deliberately
and the aerial attack in North By Northwest, the tourist trade, since every visitor expects disappointing, sacrificing the richness which
in both of which Hitchcock managed the the streets of London to be 'littered with usually softens the edges of the Hitchcock
difficult feat of genuinely surprising the the corpses of ripped whores.' Hitchcock cynicism in favour of shock appeal. For
audience. We do not expect to see so much plays slyly with the expectations the example, there is no romance in the film.
nudity and violence in a Hitchcock film- audience brings to the film: every moment of There are no young people in the film-
and Hitchcock knows it-while the setting conventional, open shock we are permitted everyone is thirtyish or fortyish, and they
of a business office during the lunch hour to feel is accompanied by a feeling of un- look as though they've been through the
provides the deceptively 'safe' environment conventional, hidden delight. The irony of mill. The film is filled with quarrelling. The
which sets this violence in relief. Unlike his films is based on their being directed to hero is innocent of murder, but that's about
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the last nice thing you can say about him: embodying of the politics of the film-making attention to these signposts, but that one
he is touchy, frustrated, sour and callous- and the film-going experience, and of the should not force oneself to pay attention to
never has the Hitchcock 'wrong man' been relationship which obtains between director them, forgetting that the pleasure of the
so disagreeable. and audience. journey is itself the goal of a Hitchcock film.
Then, too, the women in Frenzy induce What are we seeing in the murder scene in To observe that Rusk says 'You're my type
disturbing feelings of guilt in the audience, Frenzy ? A female character named Brenda of woman' to his victims before attacking
in that they are the only victims in a film Blaney raped and strangled by a male them, and to observe further that each of
which must have victims to be exciting. Has character named Rusk. Because this is a story his victims, without exception, has reddish
there ever been a Hitchcock film before and because we know the film is creating hair, implying perhaps that he is attempting
Frenzy. which did not boast a beautiful an illusion for us, we know that no one is symbolically to murder his mother, is not
actress in its cast ? The issue is neither really being raped or murdered on the screen. to miss the mark, but neither is it to have
trivial nor sexist : the face of a beautiful But someone (either Miss Leigh-Hunt said anything very profound about Frenzy.
woman is as endemic to the movie screen as or a stand-in) is being forced to disrobe, To argue that Rusk's behaviour towards
sunsets and chases, as Hitchcock well to take certain positions, to perform certain Blaney has the earmarks of repressed
knows. As part of the audience's pre- actions which are, to put it most neutrally, homosexuality, with its combination of
conception of a Hitchcock film, this normally considered embarrassing when hovering concern, he-man banter and
expectation is appropriated by the director not done privately. Who is forcing this vindictive destructiveness of Blaney through
and, to put it simply, turned against us. behaviour ? A rapist named Rusk ? A very his women, is to put a construction on it
When we first see Finch's ex-wife, played good actor named Barry Foster ? Surely we which is eminently supportable by the film's
with great skill by Barbara Leigh-Hunt, she are closer to the truth to say that it is the insinuations, but it is not to get at the heart
is seated behind a desk in a private office. director. But if we are honest we must admit of the matter. If Frenzy is about sexual
She is intelligent and pleasant, not un- that the anonymous Hydra sitting in the mania it has precious little to say about it,
attractive but certainly not beautiful, a darkened theatre devouring the scene frame if these old chestnuts are the sum total of
capable business-woman, well tailored, a by frame-the movie audience itself-is its insights.
trifle starchy, and still attracted to her perhaps the ultimate reason for the spectacle,
husband. In movie terms, she is ripe for and co-author of the deed. The fact is that Hitchcock's films have never
seduction. The moviegoer, who at this point Is it Hitchcock alone who drops his been rewarding on the 'theme and structure'
is still looking around for the romantic camera for the first time below the forbidden level. The usual avenues of interpretation-
interest in the film (Anna Massey having nipple line, heretofore teasingly coincident the development of plot and character to
been ungallantly eliminated from the start), with the bottom ·of the screen (in Psycho, express theme-are closed in Hitchcock's
is unquestionably disappointed by this Marnie and Topaz)? Or is it the increased case. His films have structure, but not
candidate, neither goddess nor tigress. In appetite of movie audiences, whose wish theme; form, but not 'meaning'. Hitchcock
movie terms, this is tantamount to willing her is the artist's command more truly than in has a great deal to show to his audiences, but
destruction. When the inevitable sex scene any other medium ? It is just as surely one nothing to say. This fact has occasioned
does occur, Hitchcock ruthlessly exag- as the other, and Hitchcock is at some many critical difficulties, and two familiar
gerates our expectations, and over-compen- pains in Frenzy to discomfort his audience errors. On the one hand are those who think
sates for our disappointment: seduction into an awareness of this fact. Unlike the that since Hitchcock's films have nothing
becomes rape, physical plainness becomes benevolent Prospera, who creates the to say, he is not a major artist, while on the
grotesque distortion at a strangler's hands, illusion of a tempest but reassures his other are those who think that since
unglamorous primness becomes grounds for frightened daughter by saying, 'Tell your Hitchcock is a major artist, his films must be
murder. Just beneath the surface of our piteous heart there's no harm done,' our saying something. To Hitchcock admirers
reaction to this scene is a subtly induced magician unsettles us with his illusions by the latter is naturally the more forgivable
sense of connivance at its violence. reminding us subliminally of our complicity error, but it may be the more misleading.
Following the murder of the wife, the in their creation. Whatever else they may be, for example,
warm and amusing Anna Massey becomes If we are to verbalise the 'meaning' of Notorious and Marnie are not character
more attractive, and she is gratefully Frenzy we must look to the politics of studies; to approach them in this way is
reinstated as leading lady, particularly after cinema, to the mutual dependences of film- inevitably to see them as failures. Frenzy
her loyal girl friend is viewed in the same makers and filmgoers for our vocabulary, does not reveal much about the character
frame with Billie Whitelaw's appropriately for this is what Frenzy is 'about'. To pursue of Rusk, really; it may be trying to reveal
scabrous war buddy's wife. She provides other trails will lead us to dead ends. To be (if it is not too solemn to say so) something
the one moment of tenderness in the film sure, the film is filled with the familiar about us to ourselves.
when she puts on Blaney's argyle socks in signposts of Freudian sexuality: dominating Our first view of Barry Foster as Rusk is
the hotel room scene and slips out of bed women, mother complexes, diagnoses of unsettling, partly because of his persistent
and into the bathroom. The viewer may not impotence as well as frigidity, high-flown fussing over Blaney, or his talk about his
be altogether wrong in feeling that it is a talk of the 'pleasure principle' and the 'old Mum', or his Mae West imitation, but
rather uncompromising Hitchcock who takes 'connection between religious and sexual mainly because of the strange colour of his
Anna Massey away from us, and a decidedly mania', and so on-so filled, in fact, that hair, which looks bleached. Despite the
cruel one who makes the best visual jokes one may legitimately suspect a bit of leg- hail-fellow-well-met cheerfulness, there is
of the film with her nude body in a potato pulling on Hitchcock's part. something unnatural and disturbing about
sack prior to dumping her and the potatoes The shot in which Rusk introduces his him, a feeling which is reinforced by the
out of the back of a truck on to a busy mother to Blaney is a case in point. The shot of him and his mother leaning from his
highway. Frenzy delivers the thrills it grotesque old cow with flaming hair who apartment window, and finally given full
promises to its audiences (as Torn Curtain sticks her head out the window next to her vent by the rape and murder scene. It is
and Topaz did not); but they pay a price son, the Rapist, is a ludicrous exaggeration perfectly reasonable to find him repellent,
for them. of the Portnoyan beast-mother. The picture but we are not perfectly reasonable, and he
of these two red heads enclosed in an image repels only part of us. The other part is
Perhaps Frenzy catches the Master in a of domestic bliss by a window frame with a fascinated and drawn to him. Hitchcock
grumpy mood. Or perhaps the Hitchcock of flower-box is not only disturbing but understands this because he finds him
this late film in a long career is like the humorously obvious, and is possibly a fascinating also (and has for many years).
Cervantes of the last part of Don Quixote, response by Hitchcock to the recent trend He provides a focus for the curiosity of
where a deepened awareness of form of looking for clues to a strictly sexual his audience in the form of the murderer's
becomes part of the form itself, and the interpretation of his films. To those of us flat: we want to see this flat, we want to go
line between reality and Don Quixote's in the audience on the qui vive for fetishes inside and look around. What we really want
imagined version of it becomes harder for and phalli, for kinky relationships and to do, of course, is to enter his mind, and
the reader to distinguish since they are, for hidden Oedipal motives, Hitchcock throws it is this sense which accompanies our view
him, both fictional, and where Cervantes is a whopper: after this chillingly comic shot of the flat when Hitchcock finally shows it
no longer simply writing, nor the reader of a Freudian Grendel and his dam, Frenzy to us. Small, airless, cluttered with cheap
simply reading, a story any more. Frenzy is is no longer a whodunit. furnishings in harsh, clashing colours,
not simply a story told on film, but an This is not to say that one should pay no littered with unfinished food and half-
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empty glasses, the flat oppresses us with its Perhaps it would be clearer to say that
rancid vulgarity, and we are satisfied. A the real subject of Hitchcock's films is the
similar phenomenon occurs in Psycho, when fluctuating rhythm of the middle-class
the curiosity of Vera Miles takes her (and imagination, the picture-making power
us) inside the rooms of that forbidding old inside the mind of each member of his
house and for a few riveting moments audience, to which his camera approximates.
makes us tourists inside a haunted mind. In Hitchcock's films are the concretised naughti-
the same way, Rebecca's beach house leaps ness of the imagination, which refuses to
in value as a visitors' attraction the moment dwell on the images which Reason dictates
it is revealed to have been the scene of as the soundest, best, and in closest cor-
perversions and murder, and Hitchcock's respondence with reality, but which sum-
wandering camera at this moment brilliantly mons up irrational images (as Don Quixote
gratifies our curiosity about both the house did) because they are more fun. His films
and the woman. cinematise that part of all of us which prefers
What distinguishes Frenzy from these hell to heaven. His is a cinema 'governed
other films is that before we are given the purely by the pleasure principle', to quote
gratification of seeing Rusk's flat, we must one of Frenzy's characters. But it is also a
undergo the rudeness of a rejection: on our cinema which incorporates an awareness of
first visit, when Rusk is taking Babs what it is doing into the doing itself: it
Milligan home, the door shuts in our face transforms our imaginations into just the
and the long backward tracking shot parade of images we want privately to see,
mentioned earlier takes us back down the but always with the humorous detachment
stairs to the noisy, humdrum outside world. of one who is on to our little secrets.
In a film full of fresh and exciting touches-
the use of a freeze-frame of a strangled Tippi Hedren's fall off her horse in Marnie
victim's eyes to indicate the exact moment is a deliberately stylised rendering which is
of death, the fading out of sound at the not realistic but cinematic: it makes us
beginning of the short Massey-Foster aware, however momentarily, that it is our
sequence and the fading out of silence at imagination which is being gratified, not
the end, cinematising horror as a tiny island our sense of reality. When an upside-down
which a sea of banality is unable to swamp- Cary Grant is slowly turned right-side-up
this tracking shot is perhaps the single as he approaches a supine Ingrid Bergman
most striking thing in Frenzy, and the most in Notorious, we know that this isn't the way
characteristic of the spirit of the film. Do it would look in reality; nor does it approxi-
we want to go beyond that door ? Perhaps mate even the feeling of this experience-
some of us do and some of us don't, but in it is far too delightful. Its appeal is to the
any case all of us are forced by this shot to inner eye. Our memory stamps it false but
think, however fleetingly, about this ques- our fancy is pleased. If the movie camera-
tion. Frenzy is not about a sex killer; it's a term which has been used loosely here to
about looking at a sex killer. Its manner is indicate both the photography and the
its matter. cutting--can be said in general to perform
This is not merely the inevitable distinc- the function of two sets of eyes, director's
tion between film and other art forms, such and spectator's, and to transform the movie
as literature. There are some directors whose screen into that union of minds which is the
films can be discussed in terms of characters goal of every artist, the difference between
as well as actors, plot developments as well the Hitchcock camera and those of other
as camera movements, symbolism and directors is that it deliberately contrives to
themes instead of the immediate effect on maintain the distinction; the difference
the audience, but Hitchcock isn't one of between Frenzy and other Hitchcock pic-
them. Bergman is, but not Hitchcock, tures is that in this latest work the uncannily
to neither one's discredit. Hitchcock is supple Hitchcock camera-at once ironic
thoroughly a Movie Man, a Cinematiser. Virgil and wide-eyed Dante-reminds us of
The materials out of which his films are our taste for the pleasures of the inferno with
wrought are those of movie-making and more insistence, and with perhaps a darker
movie-going. and more severe humour, than ever
Hitchcock's heroes, for example, are before.
characteristically handsome, innocent, If Frenzy resists interpretation except in
vacant, constantly forced to run about for these terms (which are, to a large extent,
reasons they can't fathom, ignorant of the the familiar ones of French and American
large design in which they figure, totally auteur critics), it is because Hitchcock's
unaware of the forces which are controlling films have nothing to do with our cognitive
their behaviour: they are like actors. Hitch- life. They have their source and inspiration
cock's villains are more suave than handsome, in the imaginative life, and it is to the
dignified, urbane, unruffled, never forced to imagination that they return. Perhaps this
run about, not at all na!ve, totally aware of is why Hitchcock is so appealing, and why so
what's going on and in fact in perfect many people who like movies feel that an
control of the actions of the others : they are old Hitchcock film on TV is the only one
like directors. Hitchcock's camera does not worth staying in for, or a new Hitchcock
record subjects: it creates them. How the film the only one worth going out for. But
camera looks, from what angle and for how it is a risky business to try to account for
long, how it turns away or lingers, how it this phenomenon, as risky as trying to
moves or stays still, in so far as this deter- explain why people like movies. One of
mines what ends up on the screen, and cinema's many paradoxes is that to try fully
therefore in the mind of the audience, is to understand Hitchcock, seemingly the
itself the subject. most maddeningly superficial of directors,
is to fumble blindly after the roots of film
'Frenzy': the murderer (Barry Foster), the victims itself. For at the heart of the mystery of
(Barbara Leigh-Hunt, Anna Massey), the wrong
man (Jon Finch) and the detective (Alec Hitchcock is the mystery of film, which has
McCowen) yet to yield its deepest secrets. •
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councillor commented that he couldn't
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Next morning the Mail carried an article
under the name of their entertainment
correspondent which departed from the true
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situation at almost every point. Meetings
and viewings that had never taken place
NEWS lAKES were reported, and it was suggested that
major cuts were being demanded by the
Board, whose feeling was that the film would
~ be 'unsuitable for English audiences.'
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to divide the Grand Prix: between Alan
Bridges' The Hireling, which we should
soon be seeing here, and Jerry Schatzberg's
Scarecrow, a kind of Of Mice and Men for
the 1970s, with Gene Hackman and AI
Pacino playing two tramps who make their
cross-country journey as though looking for
an Oscar at the end of the trail.
Cannes was itself; and yet a rather per-
plexing festival. A film like La Maman et la
Putain would hardly have made the Palais
screen a few years ago; but a festival which
looked more wide-awake in some areas also
distinguished itself by rejecting anything
Oriental (the proffered entries from Japan,
and the new Ray picture) while finding
space for some tepid European also-rans.
The Critics' Week continues to languish.
Films in the Directors' Fortnight offered a
less spirited alternative than usual to
activities in the main hall. One has the
impression of a festival alive but hesitant,
still perhaps looking around for the big new
talent.
For some people, Jean Eustache's La
Maman et Ia Putain provided it-as well
as evidence that the old New Wave still has
more than a ripple left. Eustache, whose
earlier feature Father Christmas Has Blue
Eyes dates from the mid-Sixties, belongs to
the generation which was shaking up
French cinema a decade ago, and his film
recalls the old days in its exceptionally high
incidence of references to movie titles. The
influences visible-Rivette, Rohmer, Bres-
son-are exemplary. Here, at 220 minutes
running time, really is the 'intimate epic'
that big studios like to advertise, staking a
claim to the title by sheer length, un-
deniably intimate, and offering hardly an
action more resolute than the switching on
of a record-player (the musical resonances
are as significant as the movie ones). The
film flows on a current of dialogue, or
monologue-interior, confessional, some-
times talk for talk's sake.
Eustache needs his running time: the
indulgence of time is an indulgence of mood,
character taken on its own terms, not
sharpened but stretched. The young man
(Jean-Pierre Leaud, some small distance
from Antoine Doinel) has no job, no tying
responsibilities; he is supported patiently
by the woman he lives with (Bernadette
Lafont), and at the beginning of the film
is about to be discarded by his Bressonian
girl friend (Isabelle Weingarten, from Four
Nights of a Dreamer). By a mixture of hazard
and fate, of a kind guaranteed to appeal to
such a character, he acquires a third woman:
a nurse (Franc;oise Lebrun) much given to
discussing her own promiscuity. Once the
situation is wound up-and, for my money,
the ninety minutes or so of winding make
Above: Franyoise Lebrun in 'La Maman et /a Putain'; Jacqueline Bisset, Jean-Pierre Leaud in the film's best part-the three characters
'La Nuit Americaine' are set loose to rend themselves and each
other. Mounting impatience is in a sense a
One of the more bizarre press communica- metres of the Palais frontage, and a daily tribute to the film: the self-obsessed second-
tions at Cannes this year came from some- parade through the Carlton foyer of 2,ooo rareness of the trio, their catch-phrases
where called the Centre de Thalassotherapie, people and 45 dogs. Under stress, a new (like the nurse's habit of getting 'maximum'
advertising sea-water cures for festival film found itself advertised as directed by into every other sentence) have a compulsive
stress. Among stress-making factors, they Curtis Cinema (better known as Harrington). authenticity, like the kind of conversation
noted the projection during the Festival of Lindsay Cinema complained of the Festival's one might shy away from in real life.
r,6oo kilometres of movie, a noise level of growing vulgarity, just after shoving a Eustache's combination of stylisation with
So decibels outside the Palais at two in the publicity-minded starlet away from the confessional accuracy (too accurate for some
morning, enough policemen (actually photographers. lngmar Cinema descended of the audience, who clucked in competition
stacked behind the cinema, in buses) to for a superbly soothing press conference, a with the occasionally scabrous dialogue)
provide one CRS man for every eight deus ex Eden Roc~ infinit~ly benign . . And justifies its considerable pretensions. It is
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also, thank heaven, sometimes very funny. quite pull it off this time seems partly due too explicit, ultimately too splashy. It
It was agreeable to see Claude Goretta, to some mannered obfuscation out on the could do with some Chabrolian detail.
another film-maker who has been around for marshes and partly to Bideau's too solid
some time, and whose start came back in presence. It's hard to believe that he If any theme seemed to emerge at Cannes
Free Cinema days with the Piccadilly wouldn't simply get back into his car and this year it was, somewhat surprisingly, that
Circus of Nice Time, arriving in style with drive on. of historical reconstruction. Jean-Marie
The Invitation. Here the name one heard Chabrol's Les Noces Rouges, seen out of Straub's explicit title, A History Lesson,
mentioned was Renoir-unfairly, since festival, offers some unexpected parallels: a could have stood for several other films;
Goretta's modest and distinctively Swiss- not dissimilar family (mother, daughter and though Straub's manner remains perplex-
milk undertaking fades under the compari- stepfather), a lot of driving, and a killing ingly his own. His new film is divided
son. It concerns an office-worker who has followed by a compulsive confession. Made between near-monologues, in which some
capitalised on an inheritance by acquiring a with more than Hitchcockian assurance and of the facts about the economic aspects of
rather grand country property, and who a wicked humour, Les Noces Rouges is of Julius Caesar's rise to power are rapidly
out of the goodness of his simple, middle- the calibre of Juste Avant la Nuit, perhaps a related, and sequences in which the young
aged heart invites his colleagues for an fraction short of Le Boucher-in other words, man who asks the questions drives through
afternoon treat. The outing is predictably the kind of movie that only Chabrol seems the choking traffic of Rome. The total effect
catastrophic: tempers flare, office manners able to produce with metronomic regularity. might be described as rivetingly boring-and
evaporate, as the party disintegrates under The setting, continuing his murder tour of it is riveting, as well as uniquely tedious, to
the sardonic and splendid eye of the hired the quieter French provinces, is the chateau watch three sequences, each running about
waiter (Fran~ois Simon), a catalyst with a town of Valen~ay; the plot concerns an eight minutes, in which a man is simply
cocktail-shaker. The Invitation keeps within affair between the mayor's wife (Stephane driving, very slowly, down narrow streets.
the limits of a single dramatic notion and Audran, giving a performance of best- But if Straub's purpose is to suggest the
strays when it tries to go outside them, as tempered steel) and his deputy (Michel continuity (or discontinuity?) of Roman
in the introduction of an unnecessary out- Piccoli), culminating in one callously efficient life, then the technique seems perversely
sider in the form of a thief who makes off and one batteringly brutal killing. Chabrol, uneconomical for the exponent of minimal
with someone's coat. But its observation is of course, extends a murder plot worthy of cinema. And similarly the method of pre-
consistently involved and engaging. Patricia Highsmith to take in a range of sentation, at any rate in a subtitled version,
Jean-Luc Bideau, the office prankster in provincial attitudes; and if this is to be the makes it exceptionally difficult to take in the
Goretta's film, reappears as one of Andre last of this series of films, as he has said it facts of the history lesson. The spoken
Delvaux's stress-haunted family men in may be, it goes out on a line of dialogue which words, in their scrupulously fiat but
Belle. Good actor though he is, Bideau it would be a pity to give away, but which curiously distracting context, slide off the
seems both too young and too open for his stunningly confirms the principle that the surface of the mind. Significantly, the film
role here, as a man of letters morosely place creates the event. quickens formidably in a short question and
facing the onset of middle age and his Chabrol is able to sum up a whole secret answer session with one of Caesar's soldiers
daughter's unwelcome marriage, and turning life of vulgarity in the way a man eats his in an airy mountain setting. Here, something
aside into an obsessive and mysterious soup, and the uncompromising selfishness has slipped under the guard of the monotone.
series of encounters with Belle, an enigmatic of his characters is set against a background Straub, however idiosyncratic, is a film-
girl who has taken up residence in a derelict of country town decorum and fastidious maker. Another style in reconstruction was
farmhouse on the marshes. The Fagnes public manner. Carlos Saura, in the dis- demonstrated by the Hungarian Petofi ,73,
district is a terrain for violent legends, and appointing Ana y los Lobos, introduces directed by Ferenc Kardos but looking as
the film develops Delvaux's special sense of Geraldine Chaplin, in the catalyst role of though a film school had turned its junior
the borderland of obsession, from the brisk nursery governess, into a household pupils loose to play with Jancs6's Confron-
moment when the writer's car jolts to a halt in which three variously dotty brothers stand tation. The idea, that students should re-
and he finds blood on the road to the final for the Spanish notions of militarism, enact, in their present-day classrooms and
double twist of an ending which offers and religious mania and sexual fantasy. Geraldine university buildings, some of the story of
then withdraws rational explanations. Belle Chaplin copes resolutely with assorted Petofi, Hungarian poet of the 1848 revolu-
seems to have the makings of a film as finely lunacies, and the solid, four-square house in tion, turns out to be of the kind that
honed as Rendez-vous a Bray; that Delvaux, the middle of nowhere is a beautifully collapses under its own good intentions.
a notably sympathetic director, doesn't chosen setting. But the Spanish allegory is Unruly crowds running up and down,
oausing occasionally to declaim or wave a
'Days of 36' banner, can convey only the most super-
ficial sense of historical purpose: this is
play-school reconstruction, J ancs6 for the
under-tens.
That Jancs6's method can be usefully
influential was demonstrated by the Greek
Days of 36, directed by Theo Angelo-
poulos, whose The Reconstruction was shown
in the 1971 London Festival. Angelopoulos
acknowledges the influence in one shot-
horsemen riding out to round up fugitives-
whose effect is of a graceful bow to the
master. But his film stands squarely on its
own feet, as a precise and compelling
account of an episode preceding the establish-
ment of the Metaxas dictatorship in 1936.
A prisoner seizes as hostage a politician
who comes to visit him, and presents his
jailers with a problem both insoluble and
mountingly absurd. Military officials, doughy
in their British-style uniforms, devise
laboriously ineffectual stratagems to release
the hostage; the prisoner asks for music, and
a gramophone is solemnly set up in the
courtyard; doors are flung open, creating
empty perspectives of corridors. The sense
is of a suspension of time and reason,
finally ended by a gunshot.
Marco Leto's La Villeggiatura is also
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concerned with aspects of pre-war politics.
The scene is an island detention centre for
Italian political dissidents, and the film
develops the relationship between a new
arrival, a donnishly rational thinker, and
the ingratiating governor (Adolfo Celi),
whose technique is all velvet gloves and
civilised compromises. Slowly, subtly,
against a background of grey skies and chilly
beaches, La Villeggiatura brings its leading
character to the point where a line must
finally be drawn against the temptation of
fascism in a white shirt. The setting
imposes itself through a kind of mannerly
didacticism in the film's very unified style:
academic calm contrasts with the rougher
conditions of the actual prisoners; the
leading character's feeling that he has some-
how slipped out of time is a significant but
unstressed factor.
La Villeggiatura is so restrained, perhaps
in a sense so local, that it seems to stand 'La Citta del Sole'
little chance of wider distribution. Rather the
same is true of Gianni Amelio's La Citta
del Sole, which is a kind of meditation on Zetterling's filming of the weight-lifters, time making this film, and we had a good
the ideas of the 17th-century thinker including one marvellous competitor time watching it. Is that bad?
Tommaso Campanella. A monk wanders solemnly frog-jumping up a flight of steps, Truffaut himself decided to stay out of
through war-ravaged landscapes, shots that takes what honours there are. But it's competition, giving the reason that he
might almost have strayed from Andrei interesting to realise how much sports didn't think a film about filming should be
Rub lev; he talks quietly on a dark seashore filming depends on competitive tension, stacked up against 'real' films. Gossip had it
to a young boy. Seen without subtitles, the perhaps a measure of identification. With that there was another reason: he didn't
film's philosophy had to be left to emerge all that missing, one has an impression of want to spoil Leaud's chances for the Best
largely through its calm, undeflected, often film-makers who have perhaps under-trained Actor Prize for his role in the Eustache
striking images. But this thoughtful and for the occasion, staging their own little film. As it turned out, the Eustache film-for
reasoned school of Italian film-making is exhibition races. my money, the best in the competition-got
decidedly sympathetic, notably in the way it PENELOPE HOUSTON a Special Jury Prize, and Truffaut might
respects ideas without trying to sell them. well have walked off with the Grand Prix.
The mystery (though RAI backed Citta del Out-of-competition films were quite the
Sole) is how the film-makers manage to sell rage this year: Bergman's Cries and Whispers
their own exceptionally uncommercial pro- La Nuit Americaine has a fine meta- and Losey's A Doll's House. But A Doll's
jects to a rapacious industry. physical ring to it, but of course it literally House was out of competition in another
Still more history in Werner Herzog's means 'Day for Night'-shooting a night way, too. It was very much an interim film,
Aguirre, the Wrath of God, about a scene in the daytime. Presumably the pro- something for Losey to do while waiting to
doomed Conquistador expedition in search cess was invented in America, and this is start the Proust film. So was Trotsky, but
of El Dorado, in which the soldiers in their in a sense Truffaut' s most American film. to a lesser degree. With the Ibsen, one felt
incongruous Spanish panoply are finally Dedicated to Dorothy and Lillian Gish, it is that Losey was attacking subject matter that
completely unstrung by privation and the a film about film-making-something often interested him, but that didn't involve him
unknown wilderness. The film opens and done in Hollywood but never in France, totally. Is it for that reason that this is
closes with two magical, imposing and where it is supposed to bring bad luck. probably his most beautiful, his most
technically superlative images-the troop The film within the film is sort of Ameri- soigne film ? Because he wasn't so involved
emerging from the mists on a mountainside, can too. 'Meet Pamela' is its title, and its in the theme, he had the time and energy to
and a last circling shot of their drifting raft, plot is not unlike that of Bonjour Tristesse make it look really good.
awash with corpses and infested by monkeys. (the homage here would be to Preminger, And it did: Losey anchors the play
In between, in the film's present version, not Fran~oise Sagan); its cast is headed by firmly in Norwegian rgth-century reality,
altogether too much is hamstrung by near- Jacqueline Bisset, Jean-Pierre Aumont (the creating Breughelesque snowscapes and
disastrous English dubbing-and perhaps, 'Continental Lover'), Valentina Cortese using the town of Reros for all it was worth.
to some extent, by Herzog's failure to strike and Jean-Pierre Leaud. But the 'real' story Some thought the casting of Jane Fonda
a balance between naturalistic and highly is of the filming, with Truffaut playing the was a mistake-a 'false good idea', as the
stylised performance. Those two shots, anxious director, and the off-stage dramas French say. And it is true that she is very
however, and a strange little Indian flute involving Leaud and an apprentice script- 20th-century, never more so than in the
melody, stick in the mind. girl, the death of Aumont, and Cortese's final scene. But she does have that glow
Finally, Visions of Eight, the Munich inability to say her lines. This last is partially which separates the actress from the star;
Olympics film, in which the premise of the explained by the illness of her son, but also and she is also an actress, holding her own
David Wolper production was that, as by some bad habits she has picked up in against Trevor Howard's consummate Dr.
everyone would have seen everything on Italy. 'With Federico, all I do is recite Rank.
TV, eight (or, as at first announced, ten) numbers-thirty-eight, forty-seven, sixty- Jean-Marie Straub's History Lesson
film-makers would record what struck their two-with the proper dramatic emphasis, was also an 'interim film', something he
fancy. The answer, disappointingly, would and we do it all later.' 'No, Severine,' made while waiting for his Proust, the
seem to be that fancies were not greatly Truffaut replies, 'in France we have to say Schonberg Moses and Aaron opera which he
stirred; and that the film-makers were given the actual words.' starts next year. Put this down to Straub-
too much of an independent hand to realise This is Truffaut at his freshest and olatry if you like, but it seems to me that
how monotonous all that slow-motion would funniest, but not of course at his most his counterpointing of the Brecht version of
look strung end to end. Arthur Penn's pole- moving-and there were those who pre- the irresistible rise of Julius Caesar with
vaulting is lyrical (but no more than Leni's); ferred Les Deux Anglaises, with its mal- the Rome of today, the Rome that survived
Milos Forman's decathlon a show-off display, adresses, to the slick perfection of La Nuit Caesar, was not only legitimate but very
vulgarised by a determination to find For- Americaine. I felt a bit that way when the moving. It's a small-scale work, if you like,
man characters beneath every official hat; film was shown, but in the desert of the and one in which the movement of leaves is
John Schlesinger's marathon, intercut with second week at Cannes I changed my mind. as important as that of armies.
the Israeli massacre, a brave try. Mai Why choose, after all ? Truffaut had a good ~ page 179
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THE
visual cartridges or discs. Here McClenahan, of Trans-American
MCA also seems to have made its Video, suggests that in five to
decision. Its software will simply eight years most big-screen features
be the entire Universal backlog of will be shot on videotape, and that
movies. 'They will be our first within eighteen months all U .S.
offering,' says John Findlater, the TV series may be videotaped.
MCA vice-president in charge of The Resurrection of Zachary
PICTURE
Disco-Vision. 'It's important to Wheeler, a theatrical feature shot
keep prices down. By that I mean entirely on videotape, was 'filmed'
discs which will retail from $1.99 in 17 days-eleven fewer than if
to $9.95 at the most.' film stock had been used. At
Meanwhile, cassette promoters MGM, the Young Dr. Kildare
•• ••
are sounding the industrial market series is being shot with Trans-
-ships, apartment blocks, hotels. American Video equipment, each
After pilot projects in New York half-hour episode shooting in one
and Toronto, trade names such as day (not two and a half days, as is
•• ••
Pik-a-Movie (Fox, Zeiss-Ikon), standard for comparable series).
Hotelevision (Columbia Pictures, Sawelson, McClenahan and Joe
Rediffusion, Rank), Computer Bluth, of Technicolor's Vidtronics
Television (Time Inc., EMI) and division, agree that cinemas should
Metrovision (MGM, Sony) are still project features on film and
popping up in chain hotels in that those features should still be
North America and Europe. shot on film. But later this year, a
Usually, the systems forgo ex- laser disc recorder from Philips
Video non-altruistic reasons of marketing. pensive hardware research and are should be on the market, as well as
There are no residual payments if economically realistic. In Metro- a laser beam recorder from CBS.
Two years after the euphoria and you read your favourite book or vision, for instance, which is a Sawelson's CFI, along with Rank
the publicity barrage, the sober play your favourite record ten four-channel Sony videotape unit and the National Aeronautics &
re-evaluation and the discreet times, but films 'belong' to some- transmitted to room TV sets, the Space Administration (NASA),
pullback, the videocassette is sur- one and their screening is for- hotel buys the videotape unit, have firm orders for the CBS
facing again, this time as super- bidden without prior consent and Metro supplies the cassettes and recorder. This machine, according
sophisticated laser holography. payment. receives payment on a per capita, to Sawelson, might be the answer
Last December, MCA, Inc. (Uni- What defeated cassettes in 1970- occupancy of room basis. The to transferring videotape to film
versal Pictures, Universal TV, 71 was not only copyright but lack programming usually includes one with no loss of quality.
Decca Records are all subsidiaries of standardisation. As they launch- 'current' film (a picture that has Hollywood video technicians are
of MCA) launched Disco-Vision. ed their hardware, Sony or RCA completed its first run in the area), beginning to worry about artistic
If they don't hold all the aces, this cassettes couldn't be played on a a children's film from the MGM factors, indicating a desire to
medium-sized conglomerate at CBS playback machine. RCA's library, a nostalgic revival and an 'protect' the reputation of tape as a
least seems to have thought the Selecta-Vision records via holo- action picture. MGM estimates viable medium in competition with
electronic poker game through to grams, CBS's Electronic Video that its system will be profitable film. 'Film people who say tape is
some sort of realistic conclusions. Recording uses really only minia- when rs,ooo to 20,000 hotel rooms no good are ignorant,' says Joe
Radio Corporation of America turised film in a cassette spool. The are wired. Bluth. 'Tape projects better on TV
(RCA) is the giant still hanging in most sophisticated system (and the Meanwhile, the revolution is screens than film, and it is
there and promising a home video- forerunner of Disco-Vision) has spreading at the production end. approaching the level of accept-
tape player-recorder for Christmas. been recording on plastic discs, the Shooting on videotape is making ability for big screens. We are
Disco-Vision uses 12-inch discs results of research by AEG- its sharpest inroads in cost- evolving into an electronic world.'
stamped with superfine tracks Telefunken in Germany and Decca conscious California, and develop- AXEL MADSEN
(12,500 tracks to the radial inch)
which are scanned by a laser beam Roundheads in action in Kevin Brownlow's 'Comrade Jacob'. Terry Higgins in foreground,· Ernest Vincze at camera
with a 9,ooo-hour life. Priced at
around $500, disc changer-play-
back units hook into a TV set, and
up to 40 minutes of uninterrupted
colour or black and white pro-
gramming can be contained on
each side of the disc.
MCA president Lew Wasser-
man seemed to have all the answers
at the unveiling except when. Yet
MCA's thinking seems to have
gone further than that of RCA or
Columbia Broadcasting (CBS),
who dropped out of the 'hardware'
race last year. MCA has quite
simply decided that there will be
no vast and complicated marketing,
meaning that the discs will be sold
outright. How the talent unions
will react is another question. Two
days after the unveiling, the
Musicians Guild demanded Disco-
Vision payments in its new contract
for any of its members playing in
any film sold for home use; and
videocassette residuals figured this
spring in the Writers Guild of
America strike against both big-
screen producers and television
networks. MCA would make home
viewing democratic, albeit for
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Piccoli walks along the under-
ground waving his fist at the
passing trains, they arrived at the
Metro with their false script and
a hand-held camera. 'One moment
we were on the platform, the next
we were in the tunnel! Obviously,
the station-master had to turn off
the electricity. He didn't know
what was happening. And by the
time he'd got back from making
his 'phone call, it was all over.'
JAN DAWSON
A Bergman Marriage
For six Wednesday evenings this
spring Swedish television has been
showing Ingmar Bergman's Scenes
from a Marriage, a series of so-
minute programmes made directly
for TV. On these evenings, half of
Sweden has taken the 'phone off
the hook, and in thousands of
homes people have used the
Bergman series as a basis for dis-
cussion on the problems of living
together. The destiny of the
couple, J ohan and Marianne, has
been followed with the kind of
interest that surrounded the richer
and more gaudy gallery of char-
Donald Sutherland in 'Don't Look Now', a new feature by Nicolas Roeg shot largely in Venice
acters in The Forsyte Saga.
In his first TV series (he pre-
Themroc catechism) and I was a Union at it now. And then I wrote a play, viously made for television a
delegate (in the CGT). But then because I thought dialogue would documentary about his home
Claude Faraldo and Michel Piccoli we had some trouble over a force me to use words more island Faro and the film The Rite),
were in London to publicise the strike and I gave that up. And I precisely. And then I made Bof, Bergman holds to his classical
opening of Themroc. Faraldo suddenly realised the complete and Michel Piccoli liked the film kammerspiel tradition. J ohan and
(scarcely better known in France uselessness of the work I was and offered to help me if I wanted Marianne (Erland Josephson and
than he is in this country) con- doing . . . Because people in fac- to make another one.' Liv Ullmann) completely domin-
ceived, scripted and directed the tories aren't working to provide For Piccoli, despite the inter- ate the drama. In two episodes
film; Piccoli, who put up the society with its means of survival; national stardom which he finds they are the only characters; in
money for the production, plays they're just there to provide for irrelevant but useful, the col- others Bergman has introduced a
the title role of a rather hairy themselves. laboration with Faraldo is a couple of accessories to comment
worker who freaks out at work, 'I think it's important to under- logical step in a career which he on or mirror their drama. J ohan is
sleeps with his sister, turns his mine the work ethic. Work isn't defines as 'an attempt to work with a doctor, Marianne is a lawyer.
room into a kind of aerial cave moral, it's degrading. And I people who are concerned about They have been married some ten
and starts roasting policemen for wanted to show this in Themroc, the present, not nostalgic for the years, and have two daughters.
supper. because most artists who talk about past or satisfied with success.' He's They have what people would call
With its invented language and workers tend to talk for them, and interested in subjects which shake 'an ideal marriage'.
equal disregard for social and to be so demagogic about it that up people's ideas (twenty years Bergman introduces us to this
artistic conventions, Themroc has the workers end up being the real ago he was in the first productions seeming idyll via an ironic strata-
rightly been hailed for breaking vehicles of bourgeois morality. Far of plays by Ionesco and Beckett, gem. In the first scenes of the
down more barriers than its hero more than the middle-classes. Like and he's made five films with first episode J ohan and Marianne
does walls, and it's tempting to see the French Communist Party, Buiiuel). Unlike Faraldo perhaps, are visited by a journalist from a
it as applied Godard, the long- they really believe in the sanctity Piccoli considers Themroc to be an woman's weekly, who is inspecting
awaited return to zero. Faraldo, of the family.' (The French Com- individualist rather than an the home and the relationship,
however, is more pragmatic about munist Party, incidentally, has anarchist film; like him, however, asking treacherous questions and
it, and prefers to see it as applied made no bones about its dislike of he believes that films can only pose giving indiscreet sidelong looks. It
autobiography. 'I'm not really Themroc.) 'But families aren't problems, not impose solutions, is a malicious introduction, where
interested in film technique or democratic, and I see no reason and that it's not enough to work nothing is allowed to break through
theory. And I've never really why you should automatically love for oneself. the illusion. The journalist-and
thought about the question of your father or accept his authority. Piccoli has now set up his own the audience-is presented with a
form. All I know is that, as far as 'Anyway, I figured that I was production company, with a view solid fa9ade: well-brushed chil-
the cinema's concerned, I hate unlikely to die of hunger in a rich to getting out of the system's dren, a tidy home and a couple of
perfection and I hate beauty ... society and that I could afford to clutches and helping other people well-expressed definitions on the
because they're intimidating for be a parasite for a while. So I to do the same. Faraldo says his notorious questions about love and
the people who've never had access started to hang around Mont- film will have failed unless it happiness. But the cracks are
to Culture with a capital C . . . I parnasse, because I'd noticed some inspires at least three other there, and they widen as the
just thought it would be interesting interesting-looking people when I workers to get out of the factories series proceeds. Johan and Mari-
to cock a snook at language, was delivering there and no one and recognise that they don't need anne's existence is by no means
because language is a social barrier had told me that it wasn't the much education or technical train- free from problems. They talk
too. It's a form of discrimination, artists' quarter any longer. And I ing to talk about what they know. with insight and awareness about
a wall it took me a long time to listened a lot and spoke very little Both of them agree that laughter their situation, but when a con-
break through. and generally tried to latch on to is the easiest way to challenge versation risks becoming in:fiam-
'I started work when I was culture. Finally, I made it by the people's attitudes, which is one of mable, they retreat via some
thirteen--obviously as an unskilled dunce's door-as an actor. I got the reasons Themroc makes fun of suitable excuse. They try to come
worker! I started out as a tele- by because I had a loud voice. But all the accepted authority figures closer to each other, but they
graph boy, and after that I spent then I began to miss whatever it from bosses to policemen. seem afraid of the touch, a touch
ten years, until I was 26, delivering was I'd had before . . . a kind of Certainly the film was made which is real and serious and
wine and mineral water . . . to political sense of where I fitted in. with a disrespect for authority which might threaten their habits
houses without lifts. I was a human I wanted to express myself. I made subtler than its hero's but not of life.
lift. I was a member of the a film, La Jeune Morte, about a dissimilar. To obtain permission to Scenes from a Marriage is to a
Communist Party (in my neigh- father and son being eaten by use the various public locations, large extent a counterpoint to The
bourhood, la Butte Rouge, that dogs, but it was so consciously Faraldo wrote 'five or six false Touch; and as in The Touch,
was as automatic as going to 'artistic' that I can't bear to look scenarios.' For the scene where Bergman seems to mean that you
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have to go through a passion to listening, quiet, vigilant and under- most engaging and emotionally Indeed the audience tended . to
be able to find your real self, your stated. The style is even more true. Here the issues are clean and manifest contempt for the handful
own face. You have to break loose close-up than in his recent films. clear. Johan and Marianne are no of films that were French in
from the comfortable prisons The faces of the actors are Berg- ideal characters. They talk to us, origin. Jean Rollin, for example,
offered by the bourgeoisie and man's dramatic landscape. shamelessly direct, vulnerable and whose vampire movies generally
search for overwhelming experi- The world Bergman reveals is unprotected. And we are allowed fall into the sexploitation category
ences. Here, the husband one day, the protected rooms of the to share an experience. when they reach London, was
without warning, announces that bourgeoisie; and this has been the STIG BJORKMAN booed after the premiere of La
he wants to leave his wife. For main reason for some strong Rose de Fer, a plodding sub-
some time he has been seeing criticism of both his films and his surrealist piece in the most banal
another · woman, Paula. They are TV series. Bergman does not make Midi-Minuit tradition. Later Rol-
now planning to go to Paris for any kind of links with the society
Festival Fantasies lin's name became a byword at the
six months. J ohan has got a surrounding the figures in his Any English critic at a foreign Festival ('Rollinesque') for the
scholarship and wants to leave films, and the problems he dwells festival is likely to rub his eyes at a kind of horror movies which
immediately. The confession is on are therefore considered too programme which proclaims in appear to be merely calculated and
brutal, and Marianne's world falls private and exclusive. Only the bold capitals 'La Predominance du disingenuous (though this was
apart. What will the children, their bourgeoisie can afford time and Cinema Anglo-Saxon'. But then probably unjust). Another film in
parents, their friends say ? Her money for these problems. This this was the second French much the same vein was the
shock is no less when she dis- is true, but it doesn't mean that Festival of the 'Fantastique'-the Spanish El Gran Amore del Conde
covers that their friends have long the problems are irrelevant. one genre in which England leads Dracula, with an unconvincing
known about Johan's affair. In one of his novels Dostoevsky the field, at least in quantity. Paul Naschy playing the vampire
This break-up takes place in the lets one of his characters say (thus Beginning last year in Nanterre, and of all people Haydee Politoff
third episode, and the rest of the portraying Tolstoy): 'If I were a the Festival is the brainchild of -Rohmer's heroine in La Collec-
series shows how husband and Russian novelist and if I had Alain Schlockoff, editor of L' Beran tionneuse-in the title role. Quite
wife, separately and together, talent, I would always choose my Fantastique. This year it moved to apart from its overall shoddiness,
arrive at a kind of private insight characters from the Russian what looks like being a permanent the film (directed by Javier
into themselves. In the fourth nobility, because only in this home-a Paris cinema on the Rue Aguirre) committed the unpardon-
episode J ohan looks Marianne up background do you find the outer de Montmartre-where from the able error of allowing a lovesick
after his return from Paris. He appearance of fine discipline and 8th to the I 5th April around forty Dracula to plunge a stake into his
regards the affair with Paula as noble motives .. .' features from seventeen countries own heart at the climax, which
important but a failure, and shows Bergman locks his problems up were on display, including every- was quite enough to have all self-
an unexpressed longing to come in the same kind of 'noble milieu', thing from Tarkovsky's Solaris to respecting vampires stir in their
back to his wife. She confesses where pure and clear truths can be Hammer's Dr. Jekyll and Sister graves (and to set most of the
that she is still in love with Johan, formed. But if The Touch or audience buzzing with indignation).
Hyde.
but she doesn't dare to get in- Scenes from a Marriage is Berg- The emphasis of the Festival is Fortunately there were more
volved with him again. man's Anna Karenina, one misses on films previously unshown in positive audience manifestations to
In the fifth episode Marianne here the network of contacts to a France. Wisely it does not attempt come. One of the most charming
visits Johan at his office. She an elaborate retrospective, as there and consistently successful films
world outside which was always
brings the forms for their divorce, held open in Tolstoy's novel. In are already three cinemas in Paris turned out to be an adaptation of
but she also tries to seduce him. Scenes from a Marriage, for (including the celebrated 'Styx', Jules Verne's On the Comet from
They quarrel and start to fight. instance, J ohan and Marianne's where I was able to catch Tod the Czech director Karel Zeman.
In the final episode some ten children are practically forgotten Browning's Devil Doll) devoted Until now I've found Zeman's
years have passed. Both J ohan and after the first episode. And when virtually all year round to showing whimsical fusion of animation and
Marianne have remarried, and Bergman introduces other people horror. The nation which elevated live action somewhat resistible, but
they have both reached a new kind Poe to the rank of a major writer, here he distils it into an exotic
around J ohan and Marianne (the
of independence and understand- series is spiced with excellent bit and still rates the English Gothic style which is sensuously nostalgic
ing. performances from players like novelists far more highly than we and even reminiscent of Lewis
Bergman can be described as a do over here, continues to manifest Carroll. The farcical element which
Bibi Andersson and Gunnel Lind-
conservative anarchist. He de- blom), one would want to see a considerable appetite for modern spoiled Baron Munchhausen is still
Gothic cinema, and the festival there, but now properly incor-
scribes the moral life of his main either more of them or less,
auditorium was packed night after porated into a gently satirical
characters exactly as they live because they demand a place in the
themselves: quietly, without hurry, lives of the husband and wife. night with young Parisians who story, which illustrates human
without stressing the development Paradoxically enough, the epi- folly in the context of a comet ride
seemed completely undaunted that
of their feelings, their thoughts or sodes where J ohan and Marianne most of the films were without through space. Zeman's visual
effects are also more beautiful and
conversations. His language is are completely alone emerge as the subtitles.
appropriate than ever before.
Two more films which came into
'Scenes from a Marriage': Liv Ullmann and Erland Josephson the general fairytale category were
a long Indian musical, The Flying
Man (Pradeep Nayyar), which
boasted an exotic princess strongly
reminiscent of Carmen Miranda,
and an almost camp Russian piece
(Through Fire and Water) by
Alexander Rohou which similarly
recalled Hollywood in the 40s.
On the American front AlP's
Blacula, which one might have
hoped would follow Night of the
Living Dead into the interesting
realms of political horror, proved a
disappointment, being little more
than a cut-price attempt to cash in
on the appeal of the title.
The most publicised event was
the world premiere of Hammer's
Frankenstein and the Monster from
Hell, which marked the return of
Terence Fisher to horror films
after a gap of nearly five years.
Fisher, who is a revered figure in
French fantasy circles, was intro-
duced in suitably laudatory terms
by Robert Benayoun of Positij, and
the applause which greeted his
arrival was thunderous. His new
film proved a typically confident
elaboration of the Frankenstein
motif much in the earliest and best
tradition of Hammer, with Cush-
ing in fine Satanic form as the
Baron.
Most of the many British films
on display had already been shown
in this country, so I took the
opportunity of catching three
films which had just missed the
Festival on account of their Paris
opening dates. The first was
Polanski's What?, made last year
in Italy, which strikes me as the
funniest film he's ever made, much
more so than Dance of the Vampires.
Marcello Mastroianni plays the
languid and lecherous master of a
weird, sexually depraved house-
hold which accidentally becomes
the refuge of a naive but attractive
American girl (Sydne Rome). The
theme of American innocence and
European sophistication is explored
with relaxed irreverence, and
there's a wholly remarkable comic
cameo from Hugh Griffith as the
senile patriarch.
The two other movies which just
missed Monsieur Schlockoff's ex-
pansive net were L'Effroyable
Machine del' Industriel NP (Silvano
Agosti, Italy) and Alain Jessua's Polanski's 'What ?'
Traitement de Choc. Both suggest
that, in Europe at any rate, than glorious chapter of Holly- developed. After it was all over cinated by Silva, the classic man of
political/social ideas are being wood history. This is The Way there was a sense of something learning.' Shooting should begin in
incorporated into the horror genre We Were, which Pollack has just having been lost. The simple November, but there is a little
more seriously than ever before; finished editing and which he distinction between right and hesitance, despite Universal's hap-
and perhaps because they have calls-a little reluctantly-a politi- wrong existed no longer. What piness with Norman Jewison's
always been lurking in the back- cal love story. The film stars Hubbell says will happen-that experience in Israel with Jesus
ground of the great fantasy myths, Barbra Streisand as Katie Moro- some fascist producer will hire a Christ Superstar. The Antagonists
it is probable that this form can sky, a Jewish, left-wing activist Communist writer to save his will be expensive, and Pollack has
accommodate them more easily with a commitment to radical movie-actually did occur. A still to find his Silva.
than any other. politics going back to her child- fascist producer did ask a Com- Popular demands, Pollack
Jessua's film is a cunning remake hood; and Robert Redford as munist writer to rescue his picture. thinks, are pulling the cinema
of The Island of Lost Souls as a Hubbell Gardiner, American hero, But The Way We Were intends to back from unstructured experi-
straight contemporary political WASP and winner in life. Katie be just that-a love story set in mentation and radicalism. 'We're
allegory about the exploitation of and Hubbell first meet in college the way we were.' going back to the roots, I think.
foreign workers, and it remains in the late 1930s, where Katie For the Masada film, The Look at the films that are popular,
sufficiently expert to avoid the hates him by day and dreams of Antagonists, Pollack scouted loca- simple stories uniquely suited to be
obvious pitfalls. Agosti's film him by night. They meet again at tions in Israel earlier this year. told in pictures. The 196os have
is more science-fiction oriented, the end of World War II, and After the fall of Jerusalem in A.D. been a fantastic period for every-
about a plot to liquidate the Italian marry. Hubbell is a writer who 71, a thousand Jewish Zealots body. I think we lost our way, and
proletariat on Auschwitz lines, comes to Hollywood because barricaded themselves on top of we're now casting about for solid
and equally powerful. It would add screenwriters earn good money; Mount Masada, a steep rock above ground again.'
the finishing touch to what looks Katie is still the idealist. When the Dead Sea, swearing to fight to AXEL MADSEN
like being a useful annual fixture the 1948 House Un-American the last. Vespasian's general Silva
if-by the next Festival du Cinema Activities Committee begins the besieged the fort, and after two
Fantastique-the 'Anglo-Saxon' witch-hunt and makes the 'un- years managed to set fire to the Oberhausen 1973
films represented have also begun friendly' witnesses a household wall beams. When the Romans
to move in on this new and poten- word as the Hollywood Ten, a stormed through the flames, they The Oberhausen motto, 'The Way
tially exciting territory. college classmate calls Katie a found only piles of bodies. The to One's Neighbour' took a
DAVID PIRIE one-time Communist. Zealots had killed their women and battering at this year's festival, as
The script was written by Alvin children, and then themselves. virtually every documentary struck
Sargent, David Rayfiel and Arthur The Romans counted 960 dead. a pugilistic stance-usually against
Pollack's Hollywood Laurents, from Laurents' novel. 'What fascinates me,' Pollack says, the United States, of course, on
History Laurents himself was blacklisted 'is the rapport between Silva and account of Vietnam, but also
(more or less for writing Home of Eleazar ben Jair, the Zealots' against the Israelis, the South
'The Sixties were very disruptive, the Brave, as it were). Producing leader. On one side the political Africans, the totalitarian regimes
very chaotic for the movies. We the film is Columbia, whose co- realism of Rome, and on the other in South America, and the Ger-
can see that now, and we must find founder, Harry Cohn, was one of religious fanaticism. During the mans themselves. There was an
ourselves again. You ask me, the more vocal witch-hunt sup- two years of the siege, Silva air of acrimony about most of the
'Whither the cinema ?' I think porters. 'It's been a strange film managed to arrange a truce of evening programmes which mili-
tomorrow is behind us, not in a for me,' says Pollack. 'It's half sorts, a compromise that the tated against anything smacking of
straight line, but in the middle of a about the blacklist-l'd love to Zealots could accept. Then the uncommitted aestheticism. (A
loose knot somehow, like a pretzel. make a film about the witch-hunt, wheels of state began to grind, the reason, presumably, for the cool
The Godfather isn't a I930s gang- but this is not that. It's basically a dictates from the faraway capital response to Borowczyk's hilarious
ster movie but a 1930s certainty love story, a story about two and so on. Positions hardened. short A Special Collection, which
rethought.' politically and socially opposite It's very modern.' in neatly parading an array of 19th
Sidney Pollack has made seven people who fail because of the Pollack, who calls himself a less century erotic gadgets indirectly
films since moving from theatre pressures of the blacklist. than militant Jew and says he crltlctses the sombre, furtive
and television in 1965 with The 'The whole thing is full of all doesn't want to make Israeli quality of today's pornography-
Slender Thread. A period-con- sorts of sad commentaries. There iconography, is also a little wary of and today's festival audiences,
scious film-maker, he is now about was tremendous optimism at the the 'Cecil B. DeMille dimension' too).
to take on an emotional chapter of end of the war. Everybody was of The Antagonists. 'Collectively, One also realised how powerfully
Jewish history-the resistance of terribly proud, the future seemed all Israelis are of course for the entrenched the interview has be-
the Masada Zealots against Rome full of hope. The change from this Zealots, who have become folk come in the contemporary short
in A.D. 73-after making Holly- was subtle and slow. A great many heroes of modern Israel. Indi- film. It's a disease the cinema has
wood's first movie about a less people turned inward and doubt vidually, however, they are fas- contracted from TV, and is all too
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easily an excuse for lack of imagi- and the predatory thrusts of its The world belonged to the very though I can claim to have been
nation or understanding on the companions, made this film one of young. He and Yutkevitch were tentatively in print on the subject
part of a director. At Oberhausen the most gripping in the festival. barely sixteen when they were in 1913 and 1915.
there were interviews with every- The documentary prize-winners given their first theatre. Then Caroline was a shy woman and
one, from Tupamaros to Islington were headed by the Polish He came the discovery of Petrograd; I am proud to have shared a close
housewives, from schoolchildren to Left One Fine Day~ describing a and the legendary heroes of the friendship with her, personally as
guests at a Hungarian ball. The country feast which has been held day - Mayakovsky, Meyerhold, well as professionally. We kept up
technique may result in laughter every year since 1939, when a Blok-were seen close up and in correspondence at a long distance,
and enlightenment; but how much Pole left his village to serve in the the flesh. With a slightly older until in the last few years blindness
more subtle it is when a director army, and never returned. As the youth, Leonid Trauberg, and one made writing almost impossible for
like, say, Milos Forman achieves camera roves discreetly from face or two others, Kozintsev and her, and reading quite impossible.
the same effect without forever to face, one can almost visualise the Yutkevitch established the Factory But still, as late as January this
waving that rather obscene grey guests as they must have been some of the Eccentric Actor (FEKS). year, she managed to write me a
stick in front of his characters. thirty years ago. Rain falls to end 'Eccentricism' · was their chosen last letter by the aid of a thick pen
There were, however, two areas the speeches and the drinking, but road to the then obligatory demo- and a large magnifying glass.
of brightness at Oberhausen: the the director, Krzysztof Wojcie- lition of all existing theatrical Despite her retiring nature,
retrospective, devoted to 'The chowski, allows one a final shot of a practice and the discovery of new Caroline, a tough Lancashire gal,
Fight against Nazi Germany', and crane swooping over the fields like ways for art. They were hard times, and a graduate of Manchester Uni-
the animation. Films like Huston's an ideal, or like a transmigrated but thrilling: 'A sort of fair was versity, was a hard worker. Be-
San Pietro, Esther Shub's Spain, soul; altogether a strange ex- going on in the middle of every sides her weekly Observer column,
and the Why We Fight series make perience, communicating a stronger kind of privation.' Yutkevitch she wrote other weekly articles on
today's propaganda broadsheets sense of loss than many a war film. and Kozintsev exhibited in the films for various publications, as
look crude. (Although Bufiuel's Finally, praise for the im- 1922 Left Stream Exhibition well as dabbling in amateur stage
Spain, dating from 1937, was a poverished French farmer's wife (where Tatlin's 'Black and White productions at Pinner, writing for
disappointment, leaving one won- who appears in Louis van Square' was first shown); and the television and broadcasting.
dering just how much the master Gasteren's On ne sait pas . . . moi critic Punin said scornfully of It was exciting to be a critic in
was involved with this docu- non plus, responding with simple their impertinent collages, 'If you the early days when we were trying
mentary.) candour to the director's questions go on in this way, you'll end up in to find out how to write about the
The animated offerings, notably about modem living conditions. the cinema.' They did, of course; new art, which called for treatment
from Canada, were first-class. Here the interview technique is and the rest is history. divorced from dramatic and liter-
The magic of those heroic days ary criticism. We learned from
was such that the teenage artists close study and indeed friendship
who lived them never seemed to with the producers, directors and
grow old, or lose their wonder stars. We knew them in their
and discovery. The Kozintsev homes. We watched them at work
who made Don Quixote and in the studios. We saw their
Hamlet and King Lear seemed in 'rushes'. They shared their prob-
many ways not so very different lems and showed us their work
from the youngster who col- without benefit of public relations
laborated nearly half a century ago officers' help or interference. This
with Trauberg on The Overcoat on-the-side extra activity was not
and New Babylon, and later, in helped in the early days by the
the 1930s, on the Maxim trilogy. absence of co-operation from the
In person, certainly, he always trade. Press show dates were
appeared strikingly youthful. Along fixed in compeuuon between
with his air of an academic's slight firm and firm, until the present
abstraction went a very un-Russian organisation was set up.
line in humour and a delight in the Caroline was one of the little
absurd. His voice was distinctive band who also gave up Sunday
and high-pitched; and even though afternoons to meetings of the
his idiom was sometimes a little original Film Society, to see what
awry (his friends always received new films were coming from the
New Year cards inscribed 'Many Continent, when such advanced
Trauberg, Yutkevitch and Kozintsev in I922, the year of the Left Stream Happy Returns of the Day'), he movies were denied public exhibi-
Exhibition expressed himself ably and vividly tion by British cinema owners. Her
in English. Only last summer he Observer public enabled her to
Street Musique displays Ryan again at large, but for once it delivered an hour-long lecture in discuss the virtues of these con-
Larkin's wide range of cartoon succeeds in revealing rather than London, without notes, on the tinental experiments. She per-
styles, while The Wind (director concealing both emotions and occasion of the first English show- suaded her readers to 'have a go'
Ron Tunis) conveys an irresistible attitudes-at the expense, perhaps, ing of King Lear. Afterwards he and explained why it was worth
sense of movement. Both these of the medium itself. was asked, among other things, while. She wrote brightly but
films won awards, although Pierre PETER COWIE why he had departed from the text, seriously, only occasionally in-
Veilleux's Dans Ia Vie (also from and kept the Fool alive at the end. dulging bitchiness, normally so
the National Film Board) was 'Because,' he replied gently, 'I fair that even her victims held her
probably the most original piece Grigori Kozintsev, love him very much and didn't in high esteem.
of animation on show, deploying want him to die.'
trick perspectives and contrasting 1905-1973 DAVID ROBINSON
The late Richard Mallett wrote
to me in the last few days of his
colour tones with great force and To know Grigori Kozintsev, who life complaining bitterly that he
invention. died in May at the age of 68, was to had been deprived of the oppor-
Good dramatic shorts were feel intimate contact with that
scarce. John Sharrad's Scarecrow first heroic age of Soviet art when C. A. Lejeune tunity to see the new films. 'I
have missed more than thirty
fulfils the hopes of the BFI everything seemed possible, when C. A. Lejeune, who died at 76 on films,' he said. 'I miss them so
Production Board with its well- everyone was young, and when the the last night of March, her birth- much.' It has always been impos-
photographed study of an Irish future seemed boundless. In his day month, after some years of sible to persuade the film industry
farmer driven to madness in the autobiography--one of the most physical disability in her Pinner how much good critics are devoted
drought of 1931; but like the other vivid reminiscences of those times Hill home, was a pioneer of film to the search for good films.
British films at Oberhausen it is -he recalled schooldays in Kiev criticism; though I believe that on Caroline Lejeune was one of those
more competent than inspired. during the Civil War, with bandits the distaff side she was probably a critics: I think the cinema gained
From the United States came a roaming the streets, corpses in later beginner than Iris Barry on something from her presence.
seven-minute allegory that stretched the ditches and Shchors' troops the Daily Mail. It seems impos-
the resources of the medium to their riding through the town (memo- JYMPSON HARMAN
sible that more than twelve years
utmost : The End of One describes ries that later served for The have passed since we both left Jympson Harman was film critic
a seagull slowly perishing, while a Vyborg Side); the thrill of es- active film criticism at the end of of the 'Evening News' from I92I
few paces away hundreds of other caping from school to work on an 1960, Caroline with 38 years of until his retirement in I96o. His
gulls peck inexorably at a dunghill. agit-train; the intoxication of riding unbroken devotion to the art (she tribute to C. A. Lejeune, originally
The vivid close-up photography, through night streets on the back became Observer critic in 1928, written for the Film Section of the
and the contrast between the of a lorry, yelling the latest after six years writing for the Man- Critics' Circle, has been slightly
ailing bird's ponderous movements Mayakovsky verses. chester Guardian), myself with 39, shortened for publication here.
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Left: 'The Charge of the Light Brigade'
Below: ' ... the Crest a Bear becomes an
exercise in characterisation'
The Mad and Holy Old Indian Witch of Benares In the Persian market place
The Messenger
The Great Mogul on his throne of dusky maidens
D. W. Griffith, Dorothy Gish, Karl Brown, Miriam Cooper. Shooting 'The Mother and the Law' (I9I5), later the modern story for 'Intolerance'
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of that day. Be sure there's plenty of chalk. athletics to take his seat beside the camera in picture of a Pathe camera on a Griffith stage
The company arrives. The cast in an ordinary kitchen chair. A rehearsal was would be enough to offer in evidence to
costume, Griffith groomed and tailored to run through, more of positions than any- secure a cease and desist order, or even a
perfection, as always. Apparently vain of thing else, because they had already been warrant for seizure of the physical evidence.
his appearance, a hold-over from his acting rehearsed and they knew the mood and And besides, the Trust had it in for Griffith
days. He tells Bitzer the set-up. Bitzer moves timing of every scene. Shooting was merely with a vengeance. He had been the bright
camera to proper position and begins to a matter of committing to film what had particular star of Biograph, one of the
light the scene. A diffuser pulled back here, already been worked out in rehearsal. I'd principal members of the Trust organisa-
another run forward there. White flats have dearly loved to enjoy the scene, but tion. He had walked out on them to form his
angled to catch the sunlight and throw it in there was too much to be done. Get rid of own independent company.
from one side of the set. During this, the stick and chalk, hammer and nails. Pick Lunch itself was a matter of personal
Griffith has taken off his coat and has begun up the book, a pad of ruled and columned convenience. It was no trick at all for me to
to shadow-box, weaving and bobbing and sheets in which all scenes were to be re- trot home and find a hot lunch waiting. Most
ducking, dancing forward and back, darting corded. of the working crew brought their own
his fist like a rapier as he charges forward Since there was no script, the scene lunches in old-fashioned bright tin dinner-
at his invisible opponent, his face aglow numbers were registered in consecutive buckets. Griffith ate in his office from a
with the joy of combat. He becomes savage, order of shooting. A scene shot six different hamper prepared by the Alexandria hotel,
a killer, throwing whistling rights and deadly times would carry six different numbers. where he lived. There was a small hotel on
left hooks while ducking and blocking a These numbers were chalked on the slate Fountain Avenue, nearby, where many of
barrage of blows from the Invisible Man. and held before the camera to be photo- our cast lunched regularly.
These one-man exhibition matches graphed on the film. To erase an existing The day ended when the light became
startled and fascinated me just at first. I'd chalked number with a dry rag and to yellow. The cast was given the call for the
have liked nothing better than to have taken next day and dismissed. Griffith would go to
a ringside seat to watch them through in his office. My job was to lock all equipment
comfort, but I was never given the time securely away, go home to dinner, and then
because lines had to be put down. return for the rest of my day's work. All the
This business of putting down the lines exposed film of the day had to be 'wound
was a standard preliminary to the shooting out'. This meant going into the dark-room
of every scene. I'd take a white stick, about with the exposed magazines, dousing the
an inch square in diameter and six feet long. light, and then opening any magazine at
I'd hold it up by thumb and forefinger, random, placing the roll on the spindle of
grasping it lightly at the upper end to let it one rewind and then running it carefully on
hang in a true perpendicular. I'd move to to a second rewind, feeling the edges very
where the forward edge of the set ended and carefully for notches. Bitzer notched the
then, following Bitzer's hand motions as he film between every set-up, and sometimes
looked into the camera, move the stick until between every scene if it involved a change
it was lined up exactly with the side of the of lighting. Bitzer made these notches with
frame as seen in the camera. A downward Karl Brown: a snapshot from the time when he scissors, the big sissy! Couldn't even tear
joined the Griffith unit
motion of Bitzer's hand. I'd let the stick film. It was the only thing I could do that he
slide through my grasp until it touched the replace it with a clearly legible succeeding could not, and I prized my poor little single
stage. Then I'd bend over and mark the number called for hard scrubbing and firm advantage accordingly.
spot where the stick rested with a piece of marking, so very firm as to break the chalk The film was broken at each notch. I tore
ordinary school-blackboard chalk. until you learned to hold the crayon close off a five-foot length for testing, numbered
The next step was to move the stick to the tip so as to eliminate leverage. Drop it one, and placed it to one side. This test
forward until Bitzer's hand motions indi- chalk and slate and grab book and pencil. was marked with a figure I, using a wax
cated that the bottom of the stick was exactly Note bare mechanics of action. A typical pencil. The length of film was placed in its
on the bottom of the camera frame-line. entry: 'MM ER MRH PS RHXR 35 4·5'· own separate can and secured as a tight roll
Then out, out, out, until the stick rested on Anyone connected with the picture could with an elastic band. And so on through the
the bottom comer of the frame-line. Mark. tell at a glance that the entry meant that Mae entire day's work, a test-strip to each take
Cross to the other side. Find the other Marsh enters from right, meets Robert and a separate can for each roll, however
corner. Mark. Then back to the other edge Harron, plays scene, Robert Harron exits to short. By this time the pieces had been all
of the set. Find it and mark. right, and that the scene ran thirty-five feet canned and sealed with adhesive tape. The
Next, drive a broad-headed nail into each and was shot at f-4. 5. test strips were still in the open. The last
mark. Then stretch strong white cord from And so the day would go, scene after step was to tear a small strip of eight inches
nail to nail, beginning at the back, progress- scene. The simple notation, PS, Plays or so from the test strips and mark them
ing to the front and across, and then back Scene, could apply to one or two or a room- with corresponding numbers. These were
to the nail at the other edge of the set. Tie ful of characters. There was no hope of pinned together, as were the longer strips.
off. Now everyone knew exactly the stage describing just how the scene was played The short pieces were to be developed then
area covered by the camera, which was not because of six takes, no two would be played and there, for Bitzer's examination in the
only never to be moved, but which was some- the same way. Griffith's method of staging morning. The longer lengths were to be
times even anchored to the floor with strong was similar to that of a composer writing a canned and marked 'Tests' for Abe Scholtz,
lash-line secured by a stage-screw. Actors theme with variations. The theme was our negative developer.
could then walk carelessly down toward the always the same, the variations as many as Abe Scholtz. An endlessly fascinating and
camera, secure in the knowledge that as long Griffith could think of at the time. There vaguely repulsive character, not for what he
as they stayed inside that white cord their was no such thing as printing one selected was but for what he had been, through no
feet would not be cut off and audiences take. Everything was printed. The final fault of his own. Abe Scholtz was a pale,
would not wonder how people could walk selection was made in the projection room, bloodless skeleton of a man who had lived
around without feet. They could move from and the final assembly might very well be through more horrors than I cared to hear
side to side freely so long as they stayed made up of bits and pieces of three or four about. His companion and sharer of these
within the lines. This was especially valued out of six or eight takes. horrors was Joe Aller, a bright little cricket
by stage-trained actors who were used to of a man who seemingly had never had a
working in a clearly defined area; without The break for lunch meant dismantling and care in the world. Both were Russian Jews
these guidelines they were constantly moving stowing everything away out of sight. who had lived in Czarist Russia. I happened
outside camera range to deliver their most Reason: there might be snoops from the to hear them talking about certain indignities
telling effects. Griffith and his lines removed Trust prowling around to see what they to which Russian Jews had been subjected
all that danger. It was considered to be a could see. And photograph. One clear in those most evil of old days, things such
notable advance in the art of picture- as having sulphuric acid poured into their
making.* *This is not one of the innovations for which ears, and I got away quickly before I could
All was ready. Griffith abandoned his Griffith claimed much credit. hear any more.
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If genius be an infinite capacity for taking nothing compared with the working hours brought another murmur from Griffith, 'Ah!
pains, then Abe Scholtz was unquestionably Griffith himself spent out of each of the It would appear that our youthful comrade-
a genius. He would develop these test strips twenty-four. I had no way of knowing how at-arms has distinguished himself not only
himself, by hand, watching and remember- much of his time and energy was absorbed by by raising three whiskers and a pimple, but
ing the first flashing of each image on each meetings concerned with costs, expansion, that he has also become something of an
strip. This time of appearance meant much hiring, firing, contracts, deals, profits and innovator.'
to him, how much I was never expert losses, matters which only he could decide This didn't bother me. Griffith was for-
enough to know. Once developed, fixed and because it was his studio, his fortune, his ever voicing whatever thoughts happened to
washed, these strips would be placed on the future; and although others might advise, cross his mind. There was a time when one
familiar old light-box where a lamp of only he could make the final decisions. What of our assistants, a goggle-eyed, wobbly-
known intensity would shine through these I did know was that he was on the set gaited, dim-witted idiot type, went weaving
strips against the even illumination of a promptly to meet any call. He worked as uncertainly across the stage. Griffith followed
sheet of opal glass which was kept meticu- long as the daylight held. He might go to the the unfortunate young man with his eyes,
lously clean. These he would study with all Alexandria for a dinner-conference, but he and then murmured in a voice of deepest
the concentration of a master of chess was always back in the studio and in the compassion, 'Ah! Masturbation is a dreadful
deciding a crucial move. No snap judgment projection room with his two cutters, thing!'
of anything, no surrendering of the film Jimmy and Rose Smith, to run film over and There was one problem which bothered
to less expert hands. He developed every over and over again, altering, changing, everyone, especially me. The slate. It is
foot of every scene Griffith ever shot. He trying this, trying that. impossible to rub all the chalk from a slate
would change the developer from strong to Late as some of my night chores might be, with a dry rag or a dry anything. Washing
weak, from fresh to old, to whatever he felt- whenever I had finished and had locked up was out of the question: too long to dry, and
not knew, but felt-to be the one particular the camera room for the night, the projection chalk will not bite into wet slate. Try as I
treatment for any given scene. If twenty room was always going. For the projection would, there were always traces of previous
different scenes required twenty different room was really Griffith's cutting room. numbers left on the slate, and after a few
developers, he would treat those scenes Here he would sit, hour after hour, studying takes what was registered on the film was a
twenty different ways if it took all day long scenes he had run dozens of times before. sort of palimpsest of 3's and 8's overs's and
and into the night. And if, by any possible They might be good. Very good indeed. But 2's, indistinguishable even to their maker-
chance, the result fell short of his concept of then again, there might be a way to make me.
what a perfect negative should be, then he'd them even better, if only he could think of it. I soon became tired of starting every day
attack the problem afresh, with reducers or Over and over, endlessly over and over. with someone yelling at me, 'Why the hell
intensifiers, to finish with twenty negatives His highest objective, as nearly as I could can't you make numbers a body can read?'
of exactly the same ideal quality, all twenty grasp it, was to photograph thought. He So one night I worked late after my regular
of which could be printed at the same could do it, too. I'd seen it. In Judith of chores had been done, at a carpenter's work-
printing-light reading. Bethulia there was a scene in which Judith bench in the camera room. I cut a piece of
Bitzer used to complain, 'Damn it, Abe's stands over the sleeping figure of Holo- plywood to form an oblong of nine by twelve
developing these negatives thinner and phernes, sword in hand. She raises the inches. On this I fastened three open-faced
thinner every day.' Well, they were thin; sword, then falters. Pity and mercy have pockets of tin, of just the right size to hold
this to the point of ghostliness according to weakened her to a point of helpless irre- a playing card. I cut numbers from a wall
my Kinemacolor training. But thin as they solution. Her face softens to something that calendar, 1 through 0, and cemented the
were, everything was there; and Joe Aller, is almost love. Then she thinks, and as she numbers to the cards. By stacking them in
only a degree or two less on the scale of thinks the screen is filled with the mangled proper order, 1 to 0, and by having a stack
genius, knew exactly what to do with these bodies of those, her own people, slain by this in each of the three pockets, the numbering
negatives. He used the standard metol- same Holophernes. Then her face becomes problem simply disappeared. Lift the outer-
hydroquinone-sodas, but with a difference filled with hate as she summons all her most card from the dght-hand pocket and
which consisted mostly of heavy on the strength to bring that sword whistling down slip it in to the back and the next number in
hydroquinone, don't forget the metabi- upon the neck of what is no longer a man, sequence automatically appeared. Every
sulphate and administer the bromide with but a blood-reeking monster. tenth time around, a card in the next column
the delicate judgment of a pharmacist And then I would trudge on home past is moved, and for every hundredth, one in
turned doctor of medicine. darkened houses where everyone was asleep, the third.*
The result, on the screen, made Bitzer the leaving the whirring projection room behind It was a crude-looking contraption at best,
greatest cameraman in the world, the king and the man within it, trying to drive his but after I had persuaded Cash Shockey to
of them all. This is to take nothing from dreams into a corner where he could capture paint it all black, with 'Griffith-Bitzer'
Bitzer. For in all truth, the best even the them and show them to the world. lettered neatly across the top, together with
most inspired of cameramen can do is to put the picture number, it was quite presentable.
a latent image on the raw film stock. Bitzer Thanks to my inborn laziness, I found ways Not that I presented it. I simply put it to use
was great in the sense that a great designer to make my work a little easier, day by day the next morning without saying anything to
or architect can produce great plans. But and by slow degrees. There were always men anybody. When I held the slate in front of
Scholtz and Aller brought his plans into standing around doing nothing in partic- the camera, with the numbers, white on
physical, lasting being. Probably this has ular-stagehands, carpenters, drivers and black, clearly legible, Bitzer was so taken
always been true. We admire the Parthenon actors-and when it came time to move all aback that he forgot to turn the camera.
without so much as a fleeting thought of the those back-breaking cases from one place to Griffith looked at the slate from his seat
slaves who worked all that marble into being, another, the simple appeal, 'Aw, come on, beside the camera. His face was expression-
and we philosophise about the Sphinx fellows, gimme a hand, won't you?' brought less. He held out his hand and made a
without realising that this was once a instant response. Not that I put all the beckoning motion with his forefinger. I
shapeless mass of age-defying stone of burden on these willing helpers. That would meekly surrendered the slate to him. He
surpassing hardness that workmen wrought not be fair. So I was always careful to do my held it, studied it, fingered the numbers to
into a heroic symbol of eternal mystery with own full share by leading the way and show- see how they worked, then returned it to
no tools but copper chisels and no en- ing them where to put everything. For some me. Still without expression of approval or
couragement but a slave-driver's whip. reason this delighted Griffith. Always in the disapproval or anything else, he spoke in a
The same principle was holding true of us. habit of voicing his thoughts aloud and of reproachful undertone to Bitzer, 'Billy!
One man, who was the master designer, addressing his remarks to nobody in parti- Why couldn't you have thought of this years
Griffith, drew all the plans. The rest of us, cular, he said with an amused tone of dry ago and saved us all that trouble ?'
from the highest to the lowest, gave what- comment, 'I see that our young colleague Bitzer had nothing to say. His dusky face
ever was in us to the realisation of the master has acquired for himself a staff.' grew darker and his chin quivered slightly.
plan. I was the lowest, a beast of burden by My next labour-saving device was a line- He didn't look at me or at Griffith or any-
day and a chore-boy by night. The work stick armed with chalk at the bottom end.
was cruelly hard, the hours exhaustingly As soon as the side-line was found, a slight *This device, greatly refined and improved, is
long. movement of the stick marked the spot still in use wherever pictures are made. Reveal-
But my little stint of daily duty was as where the nail was to be driven. This ingly enough, it is still known as a 'slate'.
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Rehearsalfor 'Stark Love': Forrest]ames and Helen Mundy (left), Karl Brown in the director's chair
body. I did a little quivering myself, inside. camera. Sam didn't mind. He knew who had than their best or he'll run in somebody else
This might very well be the end of the line designed and built it and that was enough. who can. If he has to re-shoot half a picture.
for me, because there is no surer way for a Landers also designed and built a new So the more you show Bitzer up the better.'
junior to be shown the way to the door than type of laboratory for the processing of any 'And get myself fired?'
by showing up the Boss-and in public, at quantity of film. And he designed and built a 'Who'll fire you? Bitzer? Not a chance.
that. camera in which the film ran horizontally Oh, Bitzer would get rid of you in a second
It was through this little episode that I across the lens instead of vertically. This if he could, just as he'd get rid of me. But
came to know Sam Landers. Landers was a enabled him to cut an aperture plate one before Bitzer can fire anybody he's got to
very strange man, physically and mentally. inch high and as wide as desired, an inch and clear it with D.W., and you can see how
You've no doubt seen Toby jugs. Well, a half or more, producing a wide-screen much chance there is of him trying anything
Landers had a face like those moulded into picture. Bitzer derided the whole idea. like that! So keep up the good work, kid.
Toby jugs and mugs, very wide and very 'Only difference it makes is that instead of Sharpen up your needle and ram it in as
squat and very much overstated. His body the picture jiggling up and down it now deep and as hard and as often as you can and
was built to the same general specifications, jiggles sideways.' Landers ignored the jibe. you'll live happily ever after.'
squat but not fat, a squashed down giant. 'You just wait,' he said. 'The day's coming The strange thing about all this was that I
He never spoke unless spoken to, and his when all you'll see is wide screen and liked Bitzer. Not because he was likeable, for
answers were all monosyllabic. nothing else.' he wasn't. He was a strict, demanding task-
Sam Landers could do anything with I was on my way to the lab with some cans master in the Germanic tradition, because
anything mechanical. When the Trust of film when Landers surprised me by that was the tradition in which he had been
threatened to drive all outsiders into actually speaking to me. 'Hear you're in bad reared. He never asked; he demanded. He
extinction, Landers designed and built a with Bitzer,' he said, his words emerging never expressed approval; he expected the
camera that used no loop, no perforations, from a very small slit of his mouth. best and his mere acceptance of a duty well
no shuttle, nothing that could infringe on 'Suppose so,' I agreed. I felt no great urge done was the highest praise he could bestow.
anyone's patents because it operated on an to enlarge upon the subject. From various sources I had learned
entirely new principle. The film ran through 'Don't let it get you down,' he advised. something of his background. As a mere
as a continuously moving ribbon. The lens 'D.W. loves it. Never happy unless every- youngster he had served his apprenticeship
followed the aperture plate down during body's jealous of everybody else. Bitzer as a silversmith in the long-established firm
exposure, keeping in exact optical alignment. hates my guts. Always has. Knows that if he of Gorham's, in New York. He had spent so
The shutter cut off the light at the downmost lets down for a single second D. W. will run many years engraving formal announcements
position and kept the film dark while the me in to take his place. Nobody here that on copper that his handwriting had become
lens and aperture plate returned to the top to can't be replaced. Nobody here that isn't an elegant example of the engraver's art. His
catch the flowing ribbon of film in time to itching to replace somebody. Plays one hastiest scrawl had the light and shade, the
open again for the next picture. It was noisy against the other, everybody against every- grace and elegance of a wedding invitation.
-it sounded like a machine gun-but it body else. Not satisfied with people who do He had also worked as a creative jeweller, a
worked. It was called the Griffith-Bitzer the best they can. They've got to do better worker in precious metals who could start
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with a blank piece of gold or silver, or even called for the closest possible attention by
a gold or silver coin, and produce-well, the stage crew, from his incredibly capable
anything that could be made of gold or silver. master carpenter, Frank ('Huck') Wortman,
His hands, stubby-fingered and thick, moved who could build anything Griffith could
with the swift certainty of a born artist. His imagine, down through his equally capable
working habits were as precisely ordered as prop man, Ralph DeLacey, to the lowliest of
the mechanisms he worked with. his second, third, fourth or fifth assistants
Bitzer had spent at least the past fifteen who were really errand-boys, forever on the
years of his life competing with his one most run.*
unrelenting rival-himself. He had to be Griffith's direction of these rehearsals was
forever surpassing himself and this demanded strictly off-the-cuff improvisation to see what
discoveries and inventions of the most would work and what would not. He started
revolutionary kind. But to my mind Bitzer's with a central idea from which the story grew
greatest discoveries were not of a photo- and took shape and came to life through his
graphic but of a human kind. He discovered manipulation of these living characters. It
Abe Scholtz and Joe Aller and he may was his way of writing, and a very fine way
have discovered Sam Landers, the dour it was indeed. Instead of working with pen
mechanical wizard who had changed the old or pencil, or through the mind and artistry of
hand-development system into a smooth, a professional writer, however skilled, he
continuous production-line process by which sculptured his thoughts in living flesh, to
the film never left the drums but were moved see and feel and sense what could be achieved
by power-belts from developer to short-stop and what could not, and to know in advance
to hypo to wash water to drying room, which scenes would 'play' and which would
tended by bloused and bearded Russians not. A simple scene, apparently meaningless
who knew nothing of what they were doing, in itself, possibly a mere 'bridge' to carry the
with everything controlled by one man, Joe story from one phase to another, would be
Aller, who moved from drum to drum tried two, three, five or a dozen different
carrying a red-glassed inspection light ways to settle at last into the one pattern
powered by a long cord that trailed behind which would work for everyone concerned.
him, to look at this drumload and that, to These rehearsals were fully acted out to
speak a single word in Russian or merely to the minutest details. Mae Marsh, rehearsing
make a motion of his hand to cause the drum Echoes of Griffith in 'His Dog', directed by Karl for a picture called Apple Pie Maryt, played
to lift itself, move to the short-stop, thence Brown in I927, with Joseph Schildkraut
much of the action in an old-fashioned
to the hypo, and thence to the wash-tank, country kitchen. Here she pared apples from
always turning, never stopping, a continuous a pan held in her lap. She cut her finger
production-line of thousands of feet of film slightly and carried it instinctively to her
always and forever under the eye of just one mouth. Inspected the tiny cut carefully and
man, and that man the top-ranking expert dismissed it as nothing. Continued paring,
of film processing anywhere in the world. becoming tensely eager as she managed to
Here was no faltering doubt of the future. peel one whole apple with a single unbroken
Film was on its way to mass production for paring. She threw it over her shoulder, then
mass audiences. And the seer who had inspected the coil of apple paring to see if it
invested everything he had, but most of all would spell the initial of the one she would
himself, was the great D.W. some day marry. She mixed dough, rolled
crust, fitted pans, held the pans to eye level
To me, at my time of life and with my for trimming with a knife. A pause for
theatrical background, Griffith was a puzzle discussion. Should she crimp the edges with
to be solved, a challenge to the mind. I had her thumbs, to make ripples, or with a fork,
known stage directors, dance directors, to make a fluted edge ? Decision: thumbs.
musical directors all my conscious life. More like the pies mother used to make.
These had fallen, to my mind, into three And so the pie would be made ready for
easy categories. There were the Teachers, 'The Covered Wagon': Brown was cameraman on the oven. Opens oven door, tests heat with
who sat and expounded patiently all that was the famous James Cruze Western hand. Too cool. Lifts stove-lid with an iron
to be said, done or conveyed by indirection. handle, looks at fire. Needs wood. Gets wood
According to my father, probably the best of of the fight was always in question. His idea from wood-box at side of stove, forces it into
this class was W. S. Gilbert, who, while seemed to be that although he had a vivid stove. Stick a little too long. Has to wedge it
rehearsing Iolanthe, admonished the chorus mental picture of how that or any other in. Replaces lid, opens grate damper, opens
girls with, 'A little more virginity if you scene should appear on the screen, he also stove-pipe damper. And with all of this
please, ladies.' Then there were the Showers, realised that there were always physical conjured up out of empty air, so vividly
hams to the bone, who insisted upon getting checks and balances to be overcome if he that you could all but see the stove, the lid,
up and acting out every part. And finally, were to only approximate the ideal of his the wood-box, the dampers.
there were the Tyrants, the loud, sarcastic, imagination. Hence the rehearsals. She washed smudged hands at an old-
domineering slave-drivers who could never These rehearsals were managed in accord- fashioned indoor pump beside the sink.
get through a rehearsal without going into ance with the tradition of the stage. A bare Fluffs her hair at a mirror, quite a small one
hysterics at least once. There were of course floor, plenty of kitchen chairs, the cast in because she has to stoop and bend to see the
sub-categories and line-crossing individual street clothes ready for a first run-through. reflection. Picks up damp cloth to wipe the
directors; but almost without exception, so But in Griffith's case, everyone connected table where she has been working. Inter-
far as my observation went, they were united with the production was on hand with ruption from DeLacey. 'What do you want
in one fixed belief: that their way was the notebooks and sketch pads to determine the on that table, Mr. Griffith? Checkered
only way and that no other way would do. settings, the props, the costumes and every-
Griffith fell into none of these convenient thing else that went into the playing of the
pigeon-holes. He did not tc.ach or preach, picture from first to last, long shots and *Among these may be listed Joseph Henabery,
he did not act things out, and strangest of all, close-ups, reverse shots and cross-shots, the Erich von Stroheim, Monte Blue, Edward Dillon,
he never knew what he wanted except in a works, the whole works, and nothing but the W. S. Van Dyke, Tod Browning, Elmer Clifton,
and whoever else happened to be handy and not
broad general way. Obviously, if the scene works. otherwise engaged. This is nothing against these
called for a confrontation and a fight there Everything was played out fully with gentlemen. Everyone has to start somewhere,
had to be a confrontation and a fight. But invisible props and invisible doors, windows, and they couldn't have chosen a better school
just how the confrontation was to be played drapes or whatever. This was easy for the in which to learn their trade.
and the precise blow by blow management cast. They could simulate anything. But it tThe final film was Home Sweet Home.
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tablecloth or oilcloth ?' 'Oilcloth, of course. with his head down, his arms close to his eating Southerner, Reverend or no Reverend.
Didn't you just now see her wipe it ?' Silent sides, and with his terrier-like legs twinkling For I knew that period and I knew it well.
retreat by Mr. DeLacey while he resolves to as he crossed the finish line in a dead heat Grandfather Brown had served all through
be more observant in future. with the master of the cinema world, the the Civil War with the Ioth Massachusetts.
Sometimes Bitzer would say, 'Mr. Griffith, great David Wark Griffith. He had been in every battle fought by the
with Miss Marsh crowded into a corner like A moment to blow and regain breath and Army of the Potomac. Fredericksburg,
that we won't be able to see her face.' then back to work, with a thrown-away Chancellorsville, Gettysburg. I'd heard all
Griffith never resented intelligent questions. remark to the world in general, 'A man must about these battles from his own eye-witness
'Let's _see, now,' he'd answer, musingly. 'If perspire once every day to keep in reason- account. I'd also heard about the aftermath,
we see her face it will be Mae Marsh washing ably good health.' Not that he had to excuse the horrors of the Reconstruction and the
dishes. If we see only her back and arms, it his behaviour to anyone. It was more a rapacity of the political scoundrels who
will be every woman in the audience washing reminder to himself, to do something, any- masked their robberies with a cloak of
dishes. We'll play it with her back to the thing, to offset all those midnight hours of patriotism, the universally despised Carpet-
camera.' sitting, sitting, and always sitting in that baggers.
projection room, sitting and watching and I knew how earnestly people of my
Griffith's own dialect, if such it could be wondering how he could possibly make his grandfather's class had tried to follow
called, fascinated me. His was not the very best a little better. Lincoln's advice, 'Let us bind up the
regional speech of Kentucky, which has a There were also tragic moods that had to nation's wounds.' I also knew, from my own
recognisable quality all of its own. It was be exorcised by impromptu declamations. childhood travels in the South, how the
more of a personal idiom. Lillian Gish was One of his favourites, repeated over and Southerners kept tearing these wounds wide
spoken of as Miss Geeesh, very long drawn over again against the hammering and back- open again at every conversation, every
out. A bomb was always a boom, and a girl ground chatter of stagehands, was: 'See meeting, every political rally. They were still
was always a gell. In normal conversation this garment that I wear? I It was knitted by fighting the Civil War, forty years after
his voice was low, slow-paced and assured, the fingers of the dead. I The long and yellow Appomattox. It was not so much the
but at times when he was directing and fingers of the dead ... 'Nobody would pay military defeat that hurt. It was the intense
needed a certain amount of overstatement the slightest attention to this. It was all part pain of their lacerated pride that rankled and
in a scene, he would become histrionic, of working for Griffith. burned and which could never be forgiven
almost hammy in his utterances. Sometimes, or forgotten.
when he was under the influence of what- A thing that kept preying on my mind was I read the book entirely through that
ever poet he had been reading, he would the black thought that I had arrived on the night in bed, and it was as bitter a hymn of
speak metrically, falling into an easy, natural, scene too late. I had been present through hate as I had ever heard of. It was an old-
and most certainly unplanned blank verse. the making of a whole string of little pictures, fashioned hell-fire sermon, filled with lies,
He did not always shadow-box for his not big ones. Things like the grim handling distortions and above all, the rankest kind of
morning work-out. If Miss Gish were on the of the theme of Ibsen's Ghosts, where superstition. The-finish just about did me in.
set, he would dance with her, not idly or Henry Walthall was changed from a bright The actual book has to be read to realise that
prankishly but with the same earnestness of young lad into a horribly grotesque murder- a minister of the gospel could seriously
purpose that marked his boxing. ing monster by the effects of what was then pretend that such a thing could possibly be.
There was a dance tune that was sweeping smugly referred to as a social disease. He A horrible Negro has killed a flower of
the world, a French fox-trot called 'Tres even showed a piece of film shot through a young womanhood. For bestial reasons, of
Moutarde'. He not only danced to this tune microscope showing the actual Spirochaete course. The girl's body is found, her eyes
but he furnished his own music, singing the pallida, white corkscrews whirling and wide open with the fixed, unseeing stare of
melody with short, sharp, clipped tones in darting in some poor devil's blood-stream. I death. Who could have done so foul a deed ?
perfect time. 'You must be a fox,' he can still hear the horror in Griffith's voice Ah! They know how to find out, instantly.
instructed his lovely partner. 'Eyes sharp, as we watched this film in the projection The eyes of the dead retain the image of the
darting!' And his eyes would become sharp room, saying, 'Gahhhd! Can you imagine last thing seen at the moment of death. So
and his eyes would be darting from side to having anything like that in your body ?' they peer into the dead girl's eyes, and sure
side. And no wonder, for as of that instant he Home, Sweet Home was virtually a remake enough, there staring back at them from out
was a fox, with all a fox's wit and cunning. of Pippa Passes, only instead of having the of the poor innocent victim's eyes leers the
At other times he would sing. No idle voice of a gay young girl bring cheer and bestial face of that damned black bastard
humming for him, but big, full-voiced tones faith to despairing mankind, the music of everyone hated.
that must have bounced from Mount 'Home, Sweet Home' changed the lives of a Mter which, the deluge. It was burn, slay,
Hollywood and set the neighbours to set of different characters, a sort of multiple kill without mercy. Which our heroes pro-
wondering what operatic star was rehearsing story dominated by a single thematic idea.* ceed to do, riding by night and disguised,
on the Griffith lot. And he could sing, too; There were others, equally unimportant even to their horses, in all-concealing white
really sing. Caruso was the big name in in my juvenile judgment. Oh, they were so that nobody could ever know who they
opera, but Griffith liked Ruffo better. So he done to perfection, but they were little were, where they came from, or what they
became Ruffo, and sang as Ruffo would sing, pictures, while what I wanted to see was were by day. I put the book down, sick at
with long, very long-held tones with all the how he handled crowds and mass action, as heart. The plot not only turned on a long-
power at his command. At other times he in The Battle, or Judith, or Elderbush Gulch. outworn superstition about dead people's
would challenge members of the working Perhaps his day was over. eyes, but it glorified cowardice. And to add
crew to a foot-race. His particular favourite sacrilege to cowardice they rode under the
Then came the electrifying rumour that symbol of a burning cross.
in these races was a short, thickset, general
he was getting ready to do a really big one, a Oh, dear ... Now I knew I had come on
handyman who had appeared from nowhere
thing called The Clansman, from a novel by the scene too late. For I knew Griffith's
and who had stayed on for no special reason
the Reverend Thomas Dixon. I caught the . thoroughness, his dedication, his fanatic
except that everybody liked him and he liked
next car downtown and hurried to the intensity of concentration on whatever
everybody. He was short, so he was called
library, which was located in the two top subject he was handling ... He would take
Shorty. His speech proclaimed him to be
floors of Hamburger's department store, at every element of this book and make it a
most unmistakably English of the London
Eighth and Broadway. I went straight to the thousandfold more terrible than it could
Dock variety (he had been a sailor who
jumped ship in Los Angeles), so he was fiction shelves and ran down the alphabet to possibly be in print. And the result could
the D's. And there it was. The Clansman. not fail to be a complete and crushing
known only as Shorty English.
It was an unforgettable picture to see Dixon. I grabbed it before anyone else disaster.
Griffith, his long legs stretched to the utmost could beat me to it and took it home, reading Yes ... I had come too late to be part of
in mighty strides, arms flailing for greater the first few chapters on the car. his triumphs. All I could see in the future
momentum, his coat billowing and trailing, It wasn't much of a story. Terribly biased, was the dubious privilege of being in at the
his hair blowing because of a hat lost some- utterly unfair, the usual diatribe of a fire- death. I looked at the clock. It was four in
where back along the way, his face aglow the morning. I turned off the light and sought
with joy as he tried his utmost to beat the *This, unquestionably, must have been the trial sleep, which soon came despite a heavy and
bandy-legged little Shorty English, who ran balloon for the massive effort of Intolerance. an aching heart. •
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Actually, the truth of Whale's theatrical
background was rather more modest.
Following a brief career as a cartoonist with
The Bystander, Whale entered the theatre
just after the First World War. He worked as
stage designer and actor-attracting parti-
cular attention in eccentric roles like
'Twenty-two Misfortunes' in The Cherry
Orchard-for various respectable but fringe
companies like the Birmingham Repertory
Theatre and the Lyric, Hammersmith. His
handful of stage productions were mostly
try-out affairs, and when he was finally
entrusted with Journey's End, it seems to have
been mainly because no established pro-
Tom Milne ducer wanted to be involved with a play
which everybody felt was certain to be a
flop. Even then the production was a two
performance try -out for the Stage Society,
and it was only after endless hesitations,
hassles and negotiations that Journey's End
was staged in the West End and made
theatrical history.
Yet one can see why the label stuck. Paul
Jensen has pointed out how young Henry
Frankenstein stages his animation of the
monster in Frankenstein like a theatrical
mise en scene, placing chairs for his three
appalled spectators and delivering his own
version of the trois coups, a demented cry of
'One man crazy, three very sane spec-
tators,' before raising the lifeless corpse to
the heavens on its miniature stage so that
the electrical storm can ignite the spark of
life. Throughout his work Whale is clearly
delighted by eccentricity, by the essentially
theatrical gesture, and his films abound
with enchanting grotesques who are en-
couraged to take the plot by the scruff of the
neck and make free of it to create a self-
contained little farce of their own.
A typical example is the burgomaster in
The Road Back (1937), a film which is in
effect a sequel to All Quiet on the Western
Front and entirely serious in its approach
to the difficulties of readjustment faced by
young war veterans returning to a Germany
gripped by disillusionment, revolution and
civil chaos. Worried by the situation, the
townsfolk decide that the mayor must call a
meeting immediately, and hurl stones at his
window until a wizened face in a nightcap
appears. Moments later, muttering crossly
and mustering what dignity he can in top-
coat, nightcap and long woolly muffler, a
bizarre little gnome descends, takes his
place at the head of the brass band proces-
sion, and is rudely nudged into a tottering
advance by a prod from the big drum
behind him. Slightly smoothed in his
ruffled dignity by the addition to his cos-
tume of a top hat and official chain breath-
lessly rushed to him by his daughter, he
takes his place on the rostrum in the town
Boris Karloff in 'Frankenstein' square, only to have Whale's camera cut
away to observe his speech from the back of
James Whale, who died in the Gothic circumstances so dear to his own heroes- the crowd so that not a single word can be
he was found after a mysterious fall into his swimming-pool one night in 1957- heard. 'Can you hear what he says ?' asks an
ex-soldier. 'No,' says a bystander, 'but he's
still remains something of an enigma. His name is revered in the history of telling us to behave quietly, to be patient.'
horror movies for his work on Frankenstein (1931), The Old Dark House (1932), And we are back with the disillusionment
The Invisible Man (1933) and The Bride of Frankenstein (1935), yet the other which will soon erupt in bloody civic riots.
seventeen films he directed seem to have entirely escaped the history books. Whale's theatricality, in other words, is
Even the date of his birth, perhaps a tribute to his own vanity, has been wrongly almost Brechtian in its subtle distantiating
effects. Sitting back with cool detachment
recorded as 1896: he was born, in Dudley, Worcs., in 1889.* And when he went to enjoy his actors and their outrageous
to Hollywood in 1929 on the crest of the enormous success of his stage production
of Journey's End, the label of distinguished man of the English theatre which *I am indebted for this information to Peter
went with him became a permanent attachment. Barnsley.
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coups de theatre, he can still maintain the decadent leer: 'It's only gin, you know,
purity of emotion or meaning in a scene, and gin. I like gin!' Similarly, in One More
indeed enhances it by his intervention. The River, the heroine's reluctant confession
sophistication implied by this approach, that she left her caddish husband because he
and borne out by the quicksilver switches used a whip on her is greeted by her father
in tone and mood which are a hallmark of (the deliciously stiff-upper-lip Sir C. Aub-
Whale's work, may perhaps help to explain rey Smith) with a gruffly incredulous bark of
why he disappeared so completely from view 'Oh! the bounder!' Amusingly quaint, but
after a dozen years in Hollywood, about in the context by no means risible, as Whale
half of them as a top studio director and the very well knew, since it dovetails so exactly
other half in the slide area. Mter 1941 he with the whole atmosphere of afternoon tea
devoted himself to painting, to the odd stage and strawberry summers, noblesse oblige
production and assorted unrealised projects, and the proper thing, pride, privilege and
and one more film-Hello Out There in 1949 Tory victories at the polls, which he has been
-which was never released. at such pains to establish throughout the
As a long-standing devotee of the two film. 'Journey's End'
Frankenstein films, I became interested in The other thing evident from the film is tampering with the text. Throughout, the
Whale after seeing One More River, which the extraordinary skill and sensitivity with speeches have been pruned in the interests of
suggested that there was more to him than which Whale communicates the more length, carefully and apparently innocuously,
had hitherto met many eyes. Since then I undemonstrative niceties of emotion. There but with the result that the meticulously
have contrived* to see all of Whale's twenty- is a brilliant sequence in which the nice built-up tension between the fear of experi-
one films except Waterloo Bridge (1931), young man Tony (Frank Lawton) and the ence on the one hand and the bravado of
The Impatient Maiden (1932) and A Kiss heroine (Diana Wynyard) are forced to innocence on the other, with the nostalgia
Before the Mirror (1933), and they proved spend the night by the roadside in his car of hero worship curiously acting as go-
to be an Ali Baba's cave of unexpected because the headlights have broken down. between, is frittered away for much of the
riches. Only too aware that he has already com- time into an exchange of banalities.
promised her sufficiently, and by no means Nevertheless there are two moments
One More River (1934) was a surprise certain that she returns his love, Tony asks of uncanny illumination which entirely
because it is a quiet, delicately tasteful study anxiously whether she trusts him ('Don't be escaped the admirable and deservedly
of a tenderly strangulated romance between silly,' she laughs), then keeps proud and successful stage revival directed by Eric
a married woman and a decent young man protective watch as she leans her head on Thompson in London last year. One is the
which never permits its deep undercurrent his shoulder and goes to sleep. In the morn- moment when the cowardly Hibbert,
of emotion to overflow the banks raised by ing, waking with the head and shoulder having failed to persuade Stanhope to send
civilised concern to keep it in check. positions now reversed, he sadly murmurs, him down the line, meekly obeys the latter's
Superlatively directed by Whale, and litera- 'So it's over'. She looks at him quizzically. order to go and get some rest, but returns
tely adapted from the last novel in Gals- 'Was it so terrible?' she asks. And Tony, almost immediately to ask for a candle; on
worthy's Forsyte Saga (which makes a nervously smoothing his hair, doesn't the stage, simply because he cannot see,
forceful plea for a change in the divorce answer. An unmistakable tang of passion but in the film a hint of the nightmarish
laws), it is a kind of Brief Encounter raised a smoulders beneath the bland surface of this dark at the top of the stairs lurks behind the
couple of rungs in the social ladder. Two sequence, and it is not until the final scenes request. The second comes when one of the
things in particular emerge from the film. that Whale lets it catch fire. Instead of officers enviously observes that nothing
One is the preoccupation with the quiddities cutting directly into the inevitable happy seems to bother the plump and phlegmatic
of social behaviour, which may perhaps have ending, after the court sequence which drags Trotter, and Whale's camera discovers in
sprung from Whale's snobbery and/or sense both of them through the mire but leaves Trotter's cheerful assent a je ne sais quoi of
of inferiority (of humble origins, he eagerly them free to marry, Whale pauses for a hesitation which gives the lie to his air of
scanned his family tree for signs of noble brilliant caesura by having Tony come to imperturbability.
ancestry) but which paid handsome dividends see her but leave without proposing. The One would find it hard to guess, however,
in the acute and amused sense of observa- sight of her fiat recalls an insinuation during that Journey's End had been directed by
tion which turned even the horror films into the court proceedings, probably justified, Whale, since it is unique among his films
comedies of manners. that her husband visited her there one in allowing no play for his delight in extra-
evening after she had left him and enjoyed vagance. The humour, provided mainly by
marital relations with her. And suddenly all a Cockney batman's lugubrious comments
his hitherto unspecified and almost un- about the food he is serving, is damply
realised frustrations find a focus, and he conventional and much less funny than it
leaves abruptly in a jealous rage. was in Eric Thompson's stage production.
Whale's ability to capture the unspoken The cast are limited in their performances to
with his camera was already apparent in his what passed then for heightened naturalism.
first film, Journey's End (1930). Overall, And the cramped dugout set constricts his
the film is competent rather than successful, camera, later to make free of the high,
partly because Whale respects the play too vaulted ceilings and elegantly spacious sets
much, restricting the action to the single in which his sparing but characteristic
dugout set (apart from a fine chiaroscuro angled shots seem entirely natural. There is
opening sequence of troops on the move a stunning overhead shot in The Road Back
under shellfire, and brief punctuating scenes when the camera calmly lifts from the crowd
in the trenches and in no man's land during just turning into a mob to reveal the soldiers
'The Old Dark House': Thesiger, Eva Moore, with a machine-gun waiting for them just
Laughton, LiHan Bond, Karloff a raid) with the result that the action is oddly
diminished. In the theatre, for instance, around the corner on the cathedral steps;
Unforgettable in The Old Dark House, for the final curtain which falls after the shell and a superbly Hitchcockian moment in
instance, is the way the waspishly effemi- demolishes the dugout, now empty except Wives Under Suspicion when the sadistic
nate Horace Fenn (Ernest Thesiger) politely for Raleigh's body laid out on a bunk, seems District Attorney emerges from his front
presses his uninvited dinner-guests to to fall on a whole world in ruins; in the film, door to enter his waiting car, and the camera
'Have a Pot-a-to?' as his sister proffers the because the conventions are different and we lifts to the shadow of a clump of trees to
soggy objects on a fork, or the way the same must remain aware of a world beyond the announce the presence of another car also
actor in the same film qualifies his offer of a tight confines of the proscenium (even waiting, and to observe the assassin's
drink with a defensive and supremely though this world is not shown), the power manoeuvre. Even in Hello Out There, where
of the ending is reduced to a small whimper he was equally limited by Saroyan's
beyond which life-and the war-simply duologue and single set (and that set a cell),
*Thanks almost entirely to David Meeker, who
unearthed prints with the patience, persistence continues. More particularly, the weakness of Whale escaped not only by canting the
and mysterious skill of a truffle-hound. the film can be attributed to some disastrous prison bars outwards to a totally unrealistic
angle so that the cell becomes a bizarre, comedy (it is a remake of A Kiss Before the who shows the way of things to come by
unsettling parallelogram of changing per- Mirror), has peculiar overtones of horror, using stroboscope psychedelics to liberate
spectives, but by using light expressionis- not only in the specially designed abacus unconscious memories during his question-
tically to pick the action out of surrounding with which the District Attorney keeps ing of suspects. Memories, incidentally,
pools of darkness, and by enclosing the count of his triumphs (one skull equals one which somehow dredge up from the alco-
whole thing within opening and closing successful prosecution into the electric holic haze of the previous evening the image
images which reduce the cell, and its des- chair), but in the use of a recording of a of Carlotta perched on a diving-board in
pairing cry for help which echoes into an wife-murderer's confession to make the a flowing white cloak, flapping her arms and
unhear~ng world, to a tiny speck in the D.A.'s neglected wife suddenly realise that crooning 'I'm Dracula's Daughter!'
cosmos. her marriage is breaking down in precisely By Candlelight (1933), in Lubitsch rather
Whale may have felt that he had been the same way as the murderer's. And The than screwball style, is equally brilliant.
trapped by his success in the horror genre, Man in the Iron Mask (1939), certainly the With the exception of The Great Garrick,
but there can be no doubt that these films most stylish, spirited and elegantly phrased this is probably the most consciously
liberated his cinematic personality while in of all the versions of the Dumas tale, turns theatrical of all Whale's films, and he of
no way inhibiting his unexpected tender- the mask itself-silvery, angular, hieratic- course allows his hero (played by Paul
ness. As Carlos Clarens has observed, 'The into an object of terror equalled only by Lukas) to stage his own mise en scene. In the
private lives of his monsters, the more Bava's Mask of the Demon. A fine, shadowy opening sequence, Lukas, in a mono-
prosaic side of his fiends plainly fascinate moment in the torture chamber where the grammed smoking-jacket and comfortably
Whale.' On the one hand this means the bad twin supervises the fashioning of the installed on a sofa, sits sybaritically smoking,
Invisible Man bewailing the disadvantages of mask with some ghoulish speculations as to drinking and reading the memoirs of
invisibility (he can't wear clothes, so suffers how the victim's hair and beard will Casanova. Only when the telephone rings
terribly from the cold; the food he eats inexorably grow, is capped by the appalling and he suavely listens to instructions from
isn't invisible, so he has to hide after meals), realisation when he himself is trapped in 'His Highness', does one realise that he is
the mask: 'I can feel them growing ... the butler, Josef. Rearranging the sofa,
they'll strangle me.' clearing his cigar smoke, titivating the
flowers, he finally picks up his drinks tray
Tenderness, mockery, the frisson of terror, and departs for the kitchen, leaving the door
the touch of alienation: the mixture makes open so that we, still in the living-room and
for a peculiarly sophisticated formula, and watching from the wings as it were, see him
in his best work Whale is astonishingly continue with his scene-dressing for the
contemporary. Remember Last Night? (1935) performance to come. The device is
indeed, might almost be a nouvelle vague repeated with strict formality as the camera
film in its frenzied pace, its casual elisions, cuts into the bedroom, then waits while
and the surrealist insouciance with which a Josef sets out the champagne in the living-
wild party turns into a murder mystery and room before coming through the open door
ultimately a mocking canard. The opening to stage-manage the bedroom. Finally the
is pure Godard. There is a close-up of a kiss. Count returns with a lady friend (Nils
The camera cuts back into medium shot, Asther and Esther Ralston), and Josef rings
'The Invisible Man' then swings left (drinks cabinet), right (the up the curtain on his production by entering
door), then left again. There is a knock at to serve the champagne. Mter allowing the
or Dr. Praetorius daintily enqmrmg in the door. 'Very good technique, Tony,' she plot to get suitably under way, he then acts
The Bride of Frankenstein, 'Do you like gin? says. 'We strive to please,' he says, looks off as his own deus-ex-machina by pulling out
It's my only weakness.' On the other, it towards the door, whistles, and heads for the electric light fuse, re-enters to furnish a
means a scene like the Monster's encounter the drinks. 'Rent ?' she says of the envelope delicately flickering candelabra, and sits
with his first real victim, the child in Franken- under the door. 'Let's ignore it,' he says. back to let romance have its way with the
stein who teaches him the delightful game The letter, however, proves to be an lady.
of floating flowers in the lake, and whom he invitation to cocktails, and the film whisks The denouement, with the cast inge-
innocently seizes as fresh ammunition breathlessly off to a salon full of Greek niously ad-libbing their way out of disaster
when he runs out of flowers to cast into the statuary and swooping birds where an when the wronged husband unexpectedly
water. A sequence, as Roy Edwards neatly imperturbable butler (Arthur Treacher), barges into the plot, is marvellously funny.
put it, which 'seems as full of conceits as a with one of the birds perched on his shoulder, But Whale gives his Chinese-box mechanism
metaphysical poem': the fall of Lucifer, the solemnly mixes cocktails from a bar in the another secret compartment by having the
expulsion from the Garden of Eden. form of a galleon and the guests embark on Count, congratulating his faithful servant
If I had to select an absolutely characteris- a dizzy celebration crammed with gags and on his efforts, suddenly wonder about
tic scene out of all Whale's work, it would somehow reminiscent of the wilder excesses affairs on the other side of the tracks.
probably be the sequence in The Bride of of Feuillade's Les Vampires. 'They are not like yours,' says Josef mourn-
Frankenstein where the Monster, driven by Morning brings the discovery of a body fully. 'Cooks, parlourmaids, perhaps a
vengeful hunters from his refuge and from but no slackening in the cascade of jokes, governess at Christmas time. They don't
the only person who never shrank from him both verbal and visual, as Carlotta and Tony appreciate finesse.' A strategic retreat to
in horror-the blind hermit who teaches (Constance Cummings and Robert Young, Monte Carlo, however, intended to place
him to speak, to love music, and to savour both delightful) borrow cubes from the the Count out of reach of importuning
the meaning of the word friendship-takes ice-packs on their heads to mix the hair of mistresses and angry husbands, allows
refuge in a dank and dusty crypt. Seeing the dog, momentarily falter as they discover Josef to put his own qualities as a leading
the body of a beautiful girl lying in a coffin, the apparently lifeless body of another man to the test. He meets an elegant lady
he advances: 'Friend ?' he queries with reveller ('Steady,' urges Tony, 'they can't (Elissa Landi) who is labouring under the
heartrending hopefulness. A moment later all be dead'), and exchange affectionate impression that he is of the nobility, and
he has to hide as Dr. Praetorius, arriving exploratory barks when it is suddenly deliriously embarks on a high-toned ro-
on a grave-robbing expedition, settles down discovered that Carlotta is for some reason mance, happily unaware that she is in fact a
to picnic on the coffin and reacts with now sporting a dog-collar. Billy Wilder lady's maid. Quite without malice, and again
impeccable savoir faire as the Monster didn't quite bring off the machine-gun with superb performances from his entire
emerges threateningly from the shadows. rattle of non-stop gags in One, Two, Three, cast and a crackling display of wit, Whale
coh, I thought I was alone,' he says, but Whale does here with the help of some proceeds to put the turn of the screw on his
'Good evening! Have a cigar? It's my only sparkling dialogue (by Doris Malloy, Harry comedy of manners. There is a superb
weakness.' Clark and Dan Totheroh), and the intro- moment when Elissa Landi makes a regal
There is absolutely no sense of disruption duction of a stream of equally sparkling entrance to a supposedly illicit assignation,
in these lightning switches in mood, because characters headed by the Holmesian District blissfully unaware that her roguish small
the extremes of extravagance and simplicity Attorney (Edward Arnold), his Brooklynese talk ('What must you think of me ?') hardly
.are integral to Whale's vision. Wives Under Dr. Watson (Edward Brophy), and a matches the elegant plumes borrowed from
Suspicion (1938), basically a romantic sinister hypnotist (Gustav von Seyffertitz) her mistress, or that Josef, with the habit
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• The Road Back' (shot on the
'All Quiet on the Western
Front' sets); below: 'Remember
Last Night?'
bred of a lifetime, is absently shaking out of Show Boat (1936) defeated him; it is, at the object of everybody's star-struck affec-
her furs as he takes them from her and all events, a thing of shreds and patches, tions bears thinking about. Port of Seven
folding them neatly over a chair. although the beginning is well worthy of Seas (1938) tries bravely to distil the
Mamoulian. A shot of the river, negroes on Fanny-Marius-Cesar trilogy into one short
the bank. One of them shouts 'There's the feature and fails, respectably, with an
show boat!' and everyone comes running, American cast battling against the Gal-
an eager horse comes running, even a black licisms. They Dare Not Love (1941), Whale's
sow suckling her piglets comes running. last film except for Hello Out There, is
Suddenly, in a kaleidoscope of action sadder because it proves that, given half a
filtering through the circus parade an- chance, he could still produce his best
nouncing the delights of the show boat, all form.
the characters are introduced and the The opening is again electric: a view of
salient plot point (Jake's impending de- Vienna; the date, March II, 1938; a superb
nunciation of Julie as having coloured montage of dark, glistening streets, scurrying
blood) is neatly made when Jake sees feet, furtive hands exchanging guns. Then a
Julie's maid wearing the brooch he gave her mournful Austrian Schloss with Prince Kurt
and ominously destroys a poster with her von Rotenberg, dwarfed by his ancestral
portrait. splendours, being urged by two faithful old
Mter that Whale's direction remains retainers to flee before it is too late. A
'The Great Garrick' unfailingly stylish but somehow undisting- sentimental leave-taking of the Cafe Wiener-
With The Great Garrick (1937), Whale uished. The cornball humour of the show garten, with the Strauss waltz and the
finally visited the coulisses for a delightful boat entertainments is clearly not to his whirling dancers frozen on the floor by
in-joke embroidered from the fact of taste; Allan Jones is frankly awful; and ominous cracklings from the radio, the
Garrick's visit to the Comedie Franc;aise Irene Dunne's singing of 'Mter the Ball' in brutal irruption of the Germans, and the
to act as guest star. The performance of her supposedly electric show-biz debut is headlong nocturnal flight to the frontier. It
Hamlet with which the film begins, mali- such a comedown after Helen Morgan that is difficult, unfortunately, to accept George
ciously in period with Brian Aherne actor- the whole film is thrown out of joint. Only Brent as an aristocratic figurehead behind
managering away no end as Garrick, starts with Helen Morgan, in fact, does the film whom all Austria will rally to defend liberty
the film off on a level of green-room parody really ignite: her stunning exit down the against the Nazi threat; even more difficult
from which it subsequently never wavers, aisle after the rehearsal in which she is to accept the silly saga of heroics and self-
with the script (Ernest Vajda) cleverly denounced; the heart-stopping moment sacrifice that ensues. There is nothing in
piling theatrical gag upon theatrical gag at when, unseen in the shadows at the back of all these melodramatics to match the
the expense of actorish sensibilities. The the rehearsal room, she blows a farewell kiss extraordinary intensity of the moment in
Comedie Franc;aise, mortally affronted be- to Magnolia and disappears for ever; and Wives Under Suspicion when Warren
cause it is rumoured that Garrick is boasting above all her fabulous singing of 'Bill', in William stands outside in the pouring rain,
of the lesson in acting he intends to give white dress, white feathered hat and black watching his wife with the man he believes
them, stage a plot by Beaumarchais (of lacy boa, leaning against the piano with face to be her lover, and the camera lifts in an
course!) to take over an inn and frighten and nervously gesturing hands vibrantly exact reminiscence of an earlier wound
Garrick out of his wits by their sinister alive with the tragedy of the song. when he was struck by an assassin's bullet.
carryings-on: a fine excuse for the members Nevertheless there are glimpses of the real
of the company to prove their worth by Whale throughout, notably a bartender who
impersonating duelling noblemen, eternal prides himself on the fact that he can
triangles and flirtatious maids, and for remember every detail of every one of his
Luis Alberni to have a ball as a spear- customers, but is floored by a couple playing
carrier of many years weary standing who a romantic game of make-believe and
pleads, with convincing demonstrations, his pretending they have only just met, and who
ability to go mad. Then there is the miniature leave him sadly contemplating the ruins of
prompter (Etienne Girardot, the mayor his professional pride.
from The Road Back), who once played Films like The Great Garrick and The
Gravedigger to Garrick's Hamlet in Dundee Man in the Iron Mask give the lie anyway
('We had real sand on the stage, you know, to the myth that Whale went into a decline.
and we had to dig ... ') and who loyally It is sad to think, as with Mamoulian, of all
sneaks under the theatre stage to those years lost to the cinema. Cheering, on
eavesdrop on the plot, only to be rudely the other hand, to think of that exhilarating
ejected like a pantomime demon by the oeuvre which may one day be rescued from
stage trap. oblivion. •
Best of all is the double checkmate of the
denouement, whereby Garrick humiliates 'Show Boat': Helen Morgan
the French actors by revealing that he had
divined their masquerade all along and Too often towards the end of his career,
kindly demonstrating how they should have perhaps as a punishment for so persistently
played their roles, while he himself is attempting to fly above the heads of his
humiliated to find that the girl with whom studios, Whale was lumbered with increas-
he has fallen in love but presumed to be ingly unsympathetic subjects or appalling
acting a part, is absolutely genuine. 'He scripts with which he could do little.
doesn't even recognise real emotion when Sinners in Paradise (1938) churns out a
he sees it,' the maestro chides himself sadly, conveyor-belt variant of the plot in which a
'Let me tell you that the great Garrick is a carefully assorted plane-load of travellers
great fool.' crash on a desert island-the embittered
Curiously enough, and despite his obvious hero is already there, awaiting the love of
affinities with Mamoulian-the same eclectic his life-and sort themselves conveniently
choice of subjects, the same unfailing into hearts of gold and feet of clay. Green
elegance and sense of style, and above all Hell (1939), given a cast with possibilities Whale directing 'The Bride . •• '
the same choreographic approach (compare (George Sanders, George Bancroft and
the opening sequences of By Candlelight Vincent Price in particular) and some That wasn't the end at all.
and Remember Last Night?, not to mention crazily grandiose sets, might have worked Imagine yourself surrounded
Wives Under Suspicion, with any Mamoulian out better as a jungle adventure with lost by the wreckage of the mill ..•
film)-Whale was obviously unhappy with cities, poisoned arrows and buried treasure, Prologue to The Bride of Frankenste£n.
musicals. Perhaps the soppy sentimentality but neither the script nor Joan Bennett as
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For the Japanese film industry, the 1960s was a time of decline, and of consider- After Japanese Liberation Front-A Summer
able decline at that. Over a ten year period, the cinema audience dropped by in Sanrizuka came out in 1968, Ogawa
moved full-time into the village of
three-quarters, and some of the big production companies which had mono- Sanrizuka, living with the local people and
polised the market were faced with bankruptcy. Meanwhile, there was a pro- fighting with them to prevent the construc-
liferation of small firms turning out cheap pornographic pictures, and an effort tion of a new international airport at
by the big companies to stay afloat by stepping up the dosage of sex and violence Narita, outside Tokyo. This on-the-spot
in their own productions. experience gave rise in turn to Japanese
Liberation Front-Sanrizuka (1970), Sanri-
But as the system of distribution and production began to break up, a new zuka-The People at the Second Fortress
style of Japanese cinema was also emerging, launched by a handful of young (made in 1971, and showing the airport
directors. Their ambition was to effect changes in both form and content; but construction firm calling in the police to
an essential part of their platform was that they wanted to bring about these clear barricades put up by the villagers),
and to a third film still in preparation. This
changes while keeping firmly outside the traditional industry structures. Film- slow-moving, multi-part documentary, in
makers such as Shinsuke Ogawa set up independent, almost embryonic companies which the stubbornness of the peasants and
(dokuritsu-pro), publicly committed to the new left. And thanks to these young the character of their fight emerge through
directors, Japanese cinema has entered in the last few years on a new phase. the progress of actual events, was conceived
in circumstances which enabled Ogawa not
only to achieve an unusually subtle under-
standing of rural Japan, but to approach its
problems very directly. Obviously, what
gives an otherwise straightforward docu-
mentary its special quality is this long-term
absorption in the life of the community.
The same could be said about Minamata,
Tsuchimoto's feature-length documentary,
which to my mind was the best Japanese
picture of 1971, and which has recently been
shown in Britain. The film deals with an
extremely serious case of pollution, the
gradual poisoning of the people of Minamata
by mercury compounds contained in the
wastage from the neighbouring Chisso
factory, and presents each stage of the
struggle between the community (the
fishermen and their families) and the
factory bosses. Here again, a wealth of small
details and a certain note of relaxed fam-
iliarity in the presentation help the spectator
to tolerate an appalling reality: children
incapable of walking properly, unable fully
to co-ordinate their movements; adolescents
slowly succumbing to longer and longer
bouts of lethargy; mothers suffering from
fits of convulsive shaking.
: Film :
straw men who struggle to accept the invitation
to join the party, and the appalling room where
severed heads gather in a pile while the mur-
derers are paid by the army with bloodstained
coins. Wajda's most disturbing image, however,
is that of the house itself, a tiny outpost of
REVIEWS
warmth in a landscape of freezing terror. It is
much the same contrast as between rubbish-
dump and ballroom in Ashes and Diamonds, and
one could argue that Wajda hasn't added to it
appreciably except to employ Sobocinski's
camera in patterns worthy of J ancs6. But then
the situation doesn't seem to have changed
much either, since 1900.
The Wedding of the film. From time to time, individual PHILIP STRICK
faces emerge from the tarantella-the bride-
In Poland the play by Stanislaw Wyspianski is groom urging on his guests to even wilder
familiar territory. The Wedding reconstructs a enjoyment, the drunken farmer pursuing a
marriage which actually took place in 1900 at the journalist with his opinion of the situation in Themroc
village of Bronowice on Poland's borders with China, the bridesmaids with their sights set on
Russia and Austria. It was evidently a well- the best man, the bourgeois and the peasant folk Michel Piccoli, red mane flowing and scruffy in
documented affair. The bridegroom was a attempting amiably to come to terms through his greasy vest, sits in a squalid kitchen making
popular poet, Lucjan Rydel, whose selection of battered fragments of conversation. But for a his 6 o'clock breakfast. Fury-like, his elderly
a simple country girl to be his bride was while, the bedlam is overwhelming in a manner mother shuffles in, points tetchily at the clock,
recognised by the Polish aristocracy as a that feels characteristic of East European and noisily uses the adjacent lavatory. Soon his
fashionable gesture rather than an affair of the cinema, typified perhaps by the shots in which nubile young sister (Beatrice Romand) enters,
heart. A precedent had been set, a year or so bride and groom spin round with the camera dressing gown awry; another roar from decrepit
earlier, by the rustic marriage of the leading in the centre of the floor like characters from, plumbing. Piccoli follows her to her tiny bed-
Polish painter Wladyslaw Tetmajer, to whose say, Kalatozov or Jakubisko. room and savours her nude body, apparently
small country manor were invited an array of Wajda changes the mood by two methods, the asleep. A cuckoo clock abruptly trills, and
artists and journalists to celebrate this new soundtrack and a succession of superb exterior Piccoli stomps off to work, his exit timed to the
union between peasant and noble stock. Among shots. As strange discords creep into the music, arrival of the dustmen. Piccoli is Themroc,
the guests was Wyspianski himself, and soon he the characters peer one by one at the mist that middle-aged worker, and this is his usual start
too was marrying a country girl and settling in has covered the gaunt fields around the house. to the day: claustrophobic dreariness, repressed
the same village. It was a place of uncanny Occasional figures drift by in its depths as if lust, the stern finger of authority and the glib
significance to both the past and the future of preparing for attack, horsemen with rifles at the tyranny of time. We follow him to work;
Europe; situated not far from the fortress town ready, a line of soldiers which the fog transforms mindless solidarity with a neighbour drone as
of Cracow, a university surrounded by military back into a row of trees. Struggling out of the they support each other on their bicycles;
training grounds, it was a symbol of national night, like despatch bearers from a desperate cattle-like crowds herding through the stockade
tradition at a time when Russia and Austria battle front, come late arrivals to the feast-a of the Metro; the sullen time-clock.
were measuring up to each other and the Poles Jew and his distracted daughter whose mutter- Once inside the factory, this low-key comedy
were trying to avoid taking sides. And although ings in French, imprecise warnings, and turns a sharp corner into pointed farce. After
Wyspianski did not live long enough to see it, attempts to join the dance bring it for the first changing into factory uniform in a room where
Bronowice was the place where the opening time to a temporary standstill. Finally the girl one side is used by those whose uniforms are
shots of the First World War were fired. runs off again across the fields, flapping erratic- white and the other by those who wear yellow-
While audiences outside Poland are unlikely ally into the darkness, and her place is taken by and the border is warily policed-the workers
to be aware of the historical echoes that resound other, stranger visitors, conjured from the move on to their job, which is to paint the
through Andrzej Wajda's film of The Wedding preoccupations of the wedding guests. The opposite sides of the factory fence. Discovered
(Pan-European Films), and will certainly miss a Journalist faces himself in the wisecracking form playing Peeping Tom on the boss and his
fair number of its jokes and references, Wajda's of a clown from Polish legend, the Poet is secretary, Themroc is brought to justice by an
achievement is to make the original event, haunted by a medieval hero, and the Host, obsessively pencil-sharpening official; where-
extraordinary and uneasy as it must have seemed roused from sleep, is visited by an old soldier upon he goes berserk, terrifying his guards, and
at the time, not only accessible but also haunt- who hands him the golden horn that will sum- stalks off home to make love to his willing sister,
ingly significant to the present. His film mon the Polish army and bring freedom to throw his consumer goods out of the flat, and
shudders with menace and regret, a lament for them all. barricade himself in after demolishing the
the Polish predicament both as it was in 1900 The final sections of The Wedding, in which exterior wall. With police and army apparently
after yet another century of being used as the dawn light finds the house in a trance-like powerless to cope with this unfamiliar threat to
Europe's doormat, and as it is now, its inde- exhaustion, are the Wajda we know well from orderliness, who seems impervious to bullets and
pendence as elusive as ever. And setting aside Ashes and Diamonds and Lotna (we even witness, tear-gas (indeed this 'proletarian hash' turns
nationalism entirely, The Wedding turns out to once again, the death of the white horse). On the him on), Themroc is soon out hunting flies and
have its global metaphors as well, defined by the point of marching into battle with their forest of carrying back his prey to cook them pig-like
contrasts between the obsessive, raucous scythes, the peasants abandon the cause and on a spit. Whether pour encourager les autres or
celebrations and the forces slowly gathering in shuffle into another, infinitely weary dance. The not is never exactly clear, but other courtyard
the surrounding gloom. golden horn has been lost, only its cord re- residents are soon joining him to make a cave-
The film begins with a torrent of jubilation maining, and a song on the soundtrack points man commune.
and tumbling images before which the spirits the message before being swamped by harsh Claude Faraldo, the one-time worker who
shrink; the undisciplined racket and ill-aimed electronic rhythms. The promises, the glory, the wrote and directed Themroc (Other Cinema),
camera seem ugly and inept, an implausible frantic bursts of patriotic energy have again disclaims any intentional cultural influences or
attempt to simulate enthusiasm. But this proves been defeated, and the marriage of intellect and references; but it's difficult not to see the film in
to be exactly Wajda's intention. As the credits emotion has failed to bring forth salvation. On the best tradition of farce, descended from the
appear, the cavalcade of wedding guests leaves the frontier, close by, armies watch each other. stock characters of the Commedia and with
the town and passes through fields dotted with At any moment the future will collapse upon specific echoes of that monument to anti-
troops who stare grimly at the ludicrous cartload us like an avalanche. authoritarianism, J arry's Ubu Roi. Like the
going by. Army manoeuvres can be seen on 'I don't care what happens now, so long as the awful Pere Ubu, Faraldo's authority figures-
distant hills, heavy weapons are on the move, musicians play!' The cry of the Bridegroom workers in company uniform, top bosses and
the air is thick with military purpose. It is a summarises Wajda's mournful indulgence to- policemen (two of them played by the same
perspective of extraordinary power, and it wards his characters. And as with Everything for actor to give theatrical stress to the notion of
explains immediately the hysterical fervour of Sale two actors, Daniel Olbrychski and Andrzej conformity)-emote in a meaningless language,
the party-goers. For one night at least, they plan Lapicki, represent both sides of the director's a kind of nonsense Esperanto. The walls of the
to shut out the world and concentrate on own attitude-Olbrychski (the Cybulski figure) factory are plastered with jabberwocky signs,
simpler pleasures, if only the world will let them. the urgent sensualist, all flashing teeth and in- all characterising the inhabitants as 'gentil'.
Townsfolk resorting to country ways as if to a sane glasses, while Lapicki (who impersonated Outside the system there is either wordlessness
guaranteed rejuvenation, they plunge into the Wajda in Everything for Sale) sourly con- or a variety of primal scream. Themroc's
glowing manor-house that awaits them and templates a life turned stale. 'Life has been too industrial cough, which begins at breakfast,
rouse it to a frenzy of music and colour, an intricate,' they both agree. 'One should fly from swells as he revolts into a roar, later inflected by
uninterrupted background to nearly two-thirds it to dreams.' And The Wedding is a fascinating grunts, growls and jabberings.
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By eliminating language, Faraldo is appar-
ently aiming to break down for the worker-
viewer the social barriers imposed by it; there's
no testing that, of course, but what the film does
reveal is a potential for a new kind of non-
verbal cinema. Here visual gags abound: an
alarm clock, jettisoned with the other consumer
durables, lands across the courtyard in the
room of a sleeping man, where it goes off,
springing him puppet-like into the day's
routine; the Tati-like insouciance with which
Themroc slings his downed policeman over his
shoulder; the desperate floundering of the
neighbour worker who suddenly discovers that
he can't ride a bicycle unassisted. The courtyard
itself, a far cry from the lyrical neighbourliness
of Le Jour se Leve, is alive with running gags. An
obsessive car-polisher who keeps one hand on
his car while the rest of him is all eyes and ears
as he watches for new developments; or the
stuffy policeman, busily seducing the women
tenants.
Themroc wanders off at self-indulgent tan-
gents, particularly in the scene where the hero
strolls along the Metro tunnels, roaring at the
trains, or when with a little help from his sister
he lures a worker hired to wall him back inside
the flat. The repetitions have point in the earlier
scenes, where the same shots of workers on the
march to work, cut in with Themroc's clock and 'The Wedding'
his mother's warning finger, build to a powerful
impression of an urban hell, echoed at the end Pamela Piggott (Juliet Mills), a plump English counterpointing are equally characteristic. The
by a despairing (or polemical?) montage of girl, and then discovers to his horror that his film bristles with national stereotypes, Ameri-
concrete prisons masquerading as homes. But father had been enjoying a long-standing affair can, British and Italian, each fleshed out with
repeated shots ofThemroc's mother hiccoughing with her mother, and that the couple had died succulent political and social gags. In a context
away are merely tiresome, and even Themroc's in the crash together. Pamela's ingenuousness safely insulated from the realities of American
anarchy runs out of potential when it is seen whittles away Wendell's reserve and whiz-kid business society, Wilder offers his most dis-
increasingly to be reaction rather than anything efficiency, and they gradually recreate their missive analysis of the American psyche:
resembling action. Piccoli's playing is energetic- parents' affair. The plot serves as a pure yet Armbruster the industrialist cocooned in right-
ally and engagingly boorish (a side which exists attenuated vehicle for Wilder to inventory his wing prejudice, with a statutory wife given to
by suggestion in his 'bourgeois' roles); but effects, and indulge his growing penchant for making ill-timed long-distance telephone calls
Beatrice Romand is severely restricted in a role pushing crazy comedy into lyrical romanticism. and an unthinking acceptance of the implica-
which asks of her only to bare an occasional The film is a steady crescendo of emotion, not tions of being head of Armbruster Industries.
breast and look ecstatic. Breaking the incest only with the younger couple inheriting the ('Work at every Armbruster plant in the country
taboo may have something to do with advocating aura left by their parents, but also with Arm- will stop so that 2I6,ooo employees can watch
sexual revolution as a prerequisite of political bruster re-evaluating his father and then (as a the funeral on closed-circuit TV, in colour.
revolution; but once the point is made, Faraldo classic Wilder hero) himself, rejecting his Except for Puerto Rico, who get it in black and
seems only to repeat it with stereotyped sexual inherited role. The limpid mood is the one aspect white.') The coffin that is eventually flown back
fantasies. By the same token, for all its genial carried over from Sherlock Holmes; it shares to accommodate the plan actually contains
energy (and even mindless images of destruction little with, say, The Apartment (where Jack Bruno, a hotel valet who fell victim to a c-rime
are irresistible at times), the concept of an urban Lemmon undergoes an exactly similar process) passionel, posthumously fulfilling his ambition
noble savage as an alternative to regimentation but owes a lot to Genevieve Page's romantically to emigrate. The Italian contingent also includes
is one which might elsewhere be considered signalling parasol. Carlucci the hotel manager (Clive Revill, as
counter-revolutionary. If the core of Avanti! is a familiar Wilder Italian here as he was Russian in Sherlock
VICTORIA RADIN statement of a role played to the point where it Holmes) with relatives in all the right places, the
becomes untenable, then the decorations and Neapolitan Trotta family, who hold the corpses
l
mama by complimenting her over dinner on the
sincerity of her potatoes.
The meals are hilarious, but it's in the
transitions between them that the film really
comes unstuck. Between the Jewish wedding of
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Artists), seven sketches on a theme, has been
filmed in the direct and unfussy way that Allen
has evolved since the first messy camera ravings
of Take the Money and Run. It is a technique
which quickly sets up and makes the most of
each gag, but which only lends itself to very
plain social satire when the verbal humour
dries up. In the 'What is Sodomy?' episode, for
instance, well-to-do doctor Gene Wilder is
discovered in compromising circumstances with
a sheep, and descends the rungs of the social
ladder with his woolly companion ('You from
the hills of Armenia and me from Jackson
Heights,' as he puts it); and the only point to the
extended 'Are Transvestites Homosexuals?'
sketch is the outrage done to potential in-laws
when Lou Jacobi is unmasked wearing ladies'
frillies.
In other instances, Allen's parody is too
straight and literal (the 'What's My Perversion?'
TV panel game; the sexual research centre
which looks like Frankenstein's laboratory) to
be more than intermittently effective. The best
episodes gain a lot from Allen's own presence.
The humour in 'Do Aphrodisiacs Work?' is
again primarily verbal, with Allen throwing off
all manner of puns against the vaguely medieval
setting (as the court jester pining for a sight of
the queen's 'bare bodkin'), or worried that
before he can get the queen's chastity belt
unbolted 'the Renaissance will be here and
'THX IIJ8': Robert Duvall we'll all be painting'; and filming one banquet
scene in the best amber-toned style of A Man
perfect system are greatly reassuring, but the his daily confessional to dispose of any worries for all Seasons.
reassurance is emotive rather than rational-they he may have, he is repeatedly interrupted by Allen the worried debater on sexual in-
raise more questions than they resolve. words of encouragement and sympathy in a adequacy and Allen the pastiche stylist come
Does THX IIJ8, then, take us a step further meaningless flow. At such times, THX IIJ8 together most successfully for 'Why do Some
than the classic in this area, Alphaville ? In succeeds nicely in using its future to apply scorn Women have Trouble Reaching an Orgasm?',
theme, Godard leaves Lucas standing: Lemmy to the present; the method may not be new, but in which the hero wanders restlessly against
Caution's errand of rescue combines brute force it can still work wonders. bleak Antonioni settings, discoursing lengthily-
with the nostalgia of Eluard, while THX has only PHILIP STRICK
in subtitled Italian--on his wife's frigidity. And
the vaguest idea of why he's being awkward and there is an enjoyable flair to the final episode, in
charges off in a recalcitrant fast car like the which the body's vital organs are operated by
villain of the most conventional policier. The white-overalled technicians at flashing electronic
performances, too, unforgettable in Alphaville, Everything You Always consoles, with Allen as reluctant sperm, beset
are required to be no more than serviceable in by doubts about the whole process ('You hear
THX: Robert Duvall excellently impassive, Wanted to Know about Sex rumours about this pill these women take').
Pleasence as eccentric as ever, and Maggie For all the panache with which Woody Allen Allen's new film undoubtedly has an advantage
McOmie touchingly vulnerable in her lightly dashes off sight gags and cinematic puns over his two previous features in that it lacks
freckled scalp. The enduring interest of the (everything from Potemkin to Casablanca), his the inconvenience of a plot. But even in an
film lies elsewhere-in its soundtrack (a multi- visual and verbal humour have always jostled episodic framework, his comic gifts are too
layered stir of electronic echoes, in which for space on the screen. Allen's comedy is joke- wayward to escalate a joke with the convulsive
individual voices are often lost among the oriented, and almost devoutly Jewish joke- intensity and visual surprise of Jerry Lewis at
simultaneous transmissions), in its editing (by oriented. His maladroit hero stumbles through his best. The classically put-upon little man
Lucas himself in a style that blinks like the life expecting social and sexual humiliation, that is Allen's own screen persona never seems
signal lights on a computer bank), and in its and is usually rewarded with disaster. The to develop as far as it might, for want of a
settings. world crashes about his ears with each mishap, consistently appropriate context.
Coming out of Francis Ford Coppola's and each gag seems to begin from scratch RICHARD COMBS
Zoetrope studio, TH X I I 38 is often stunningly rather than building from previous situations.
impressive to look at-not because it glitters Confessing his unfitness for survival in a
with hardware in the manner of 200I but constant, self-deprecating monologue, Allen's
because it so frequently disposes of sets com- little man has neither the never-say-die spastic
pletely and encases its characters in plain white. energy which inspired the visual contortions of
Cast into prison, THX becomes one of a tiny Jerry Lewis' best comedies, nor the affected
handful of criminals adrift in a bleached vacuum 'cool' of Peter Sellers' Inspector Clouseau,
where the only colour is the flesh of face and skating with a certain bumbling style over the
hands, distances are incalculable and darkness thin ice of total incompetence. Even in his
is unknown. The scene has an intensity remini- frequent contests with machinery (diabolical
scent of Beckett, with its futile scuffiings and plumbing in Take the Money and Run, over-
impotent speeches, endlessly repeated. As with elastic exercise equipment in Bananas), Allen
the love-making between THX and L UH, also is not so much a man pitting his wits against
isolated in an infinity of blankness, Lucas moves impersonal forces as a physically inept creature
his cast like participants in a ballet with formal, going down under another onslaught. His
almost languid gestures. The sense is strong of comedy has little conventional timing and
private will being submerged beneath an acrobatic inventiveness. The styleless, graceless
unending exterior control. collision of situations is precisely the point, and
Finally, THX IIJ8, like all the best science in defeat the hero always retreats with humility,
fiction, has a sense of humour. The mechanical almost gratefully.
cops are its happiest invention, their heads Visual parody and throwaway gags follow
glowing chromium, their voices glowing too, rather limply in the train of Allen's wise-
with mellow tones of reassurance. In the back- cracking philosophy of frustration, and the
ground, a running commentary, blandly cheerful, parodies and the monologue have yet to meet
assesses tolerance levels of men being 'con- in a complete movie. Play it Again, Sam
ditioned', genially gives the statistics of the (adapted from Allen's material but directed by
latest disaster, and answers a steady stream of Herbert Ross) is perhaps the least inventive of
calls for advice with the phrase 'What's wrong?', his films, but it is the most consistent and
spoken as though nothing ever took more than a developed in its humour. Everything You
few seconds to put right. When THX goes to Always Wanted to Know about Sex (United Woody Allen on the block
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Cannes Festival Arcand uses this to depict in the quietest and (Electra Glide is a make of cycle), his
most silvery of tones a really terrifying thinking is somewhat fuzzy-in both senses
from page 143
Watergate-type story. of the word.
The only other really exciting film in a Unfortunately, there were neither English Some people found the film slightly
generally disappointing Directors' Fortnight nor French subtitles, and French-Canadian Fascist, for Guercio attempts a sympathetic
was Denys Arcand's Rejeanne Padovani; lingo does pose problems, even for the portrait of a short but vital cop who wants
and oddly enough it also was inspired by French. This may have kept the film from to be a detective; but I think it is more
Roman history. Arcand tells us that he got being more widely appreciated; and this is confused than Fascist. For example, he
the iqea for his portrait of corruption in a shame, because of all the French-Canadian finds the end of the film optimistic, though
high places by reading Tacitus' account of directors Arcand seems to me the one with nobody else did. But leaving aside thematic
the court of the Emperor Claudius. (Just as the most to say and with the most talent for considerations, one has to admit that
Hawks, he says, thought of Scarface as the saying it. This is only his second fiction Guercio has a lot of talent. He handles his
Borgias in Chicago.) Arcand's film is more feature, and I think we can expect a lot more actors well and he is pretty good at fitting
like Hawks than Straub, in that the historical from him. his figures into the American landscape.
references are totally hidden. Someone Electra Glide in Blue is a first film by a Beautifully photographed by Conrad Hall,
described it stylistically as an amalgam of young man whose previous experience has and scored (as well as written) by Guercio
Rohmer and Rivette, which is inaccurate been in producing and playing rock records. himself, this would have been the perfect
but apt. Arcand has, like Rivette, shot But James William Guercio is also someone film for the Best First Film Prize. Alas, Mme.
almost the whole film indoors, focusing to watch. Not that his first film was perfect- Bergman and her jury mates thought other-
classically on a dinner party as a microcosmic he makes that classic beginner's mistake of wise, and the gooey Jeremy got it instead.
view of Canadian politics. The subject having too many endings (at least three too Never mind: we'll be hearing from Guercio
matter, or at least the point of departure, many) as if he just didn't know where to again.
is the inauguration of a motorway, and stop. And in this story of a motorcycle cop RICHARD ROUD
GDa£\ll£\I\IS
book is a work of both moral and We live in a time deeply com-
practical instruction. Some might mitted to the notion of-to use the
unkindly see it perhaps as a vulgarly fashionable title of a recent
Hollywood version of Richardson's American book-'the film director
Clarissa, in which the heroine's as superstar'. Not only is the
letters have been excluded and director seen as the key figure in the
only those of the cold, calculating central art of our age, he is also
MEMO FROM DAVID 0. exploit the unaffected innocence seducer Lovelace left; in this viewed as the protagonist in a
SELZNICK of his protegee Ingrid Bergman, reading Clarissa herself could be contemporary morality play, per-
Selected and edited by firing Cukor, Huston and others the debauched art of the cinema. forming the role of exemplary
Rudy Behlmer overnight, and so on. Others might more charitably see sufferer. His antagonist is of
A similar process can put him Selznick as a flawed hero, more course the producer, a crude
MACMILLAN, [5.95 forward as a disinterested genius, pathetic than tragic, who reached character wearing the cruel mask
A brief review can only hint at a dedicated perfectionist, an un- his peak too soon after being of naked capitalism. This is a
the richness of Rudy Behlmer's erring industrial prophet. He driven by twin, interwoven im- dangerously misleading approach
skilfully edited selection of David urged back in 1926 that M-G-M pulses, and finished up the victim to the cinema, and those reviewers
Selznick's correspondence and should start a training programme of a system he had set out to who have interpreted Memo from
memoranda. Behlmer has had for new directors to make quality challenge. The first impulse was DOS as a self-indictment by a mis-
access to the 2,ooo box files that two-reel supporting features; he to avenge the shattered reputation guided tycoon who spent forty
contain Selznick's papers, cover- consistently protested against the of his father, the pioneer tycoon years interfering with the work
ing his initial period at M-G-M petty restrictions of the Hays Lewis Selznick, who was forced of dedicated artists have ignored
as a tyro producer (1926-28), at Office Code; he fought to get into bankruptcy in 1923 through a the negative and positive lessons
Paramount under Ben Schulberg proper credits for all artists in- combination of his own reckless- the book has to teach us, as well
(1928-31), as head of production at volved in film production; he had ness and the machinations of his as missing its complexity. Scott
RKO (1931-33), back at M-G-M original ideas about film music rivals; the second was to make Fitzgerald knew better; he knew
operating his own unit for his (and urged the Museum of Modem solid commercial movies that met that producers are different from
father-in-law Louis B. Mayer Art to establish a library of film his own high standards of pro- us, and not just because they've
(1933-35) and finally as an inde- scores for study purposes); he was fessionalism, bore his personal got to worry about more money.
pendent producer until his death an innovator in the use of colour stamp, and succeeded at the box- If ideally the film is a director's
in 1965. Approximately one- movies and the lighting of colour office. medium, the cinema is necessarily
thousandth of the material is here, films; and perhaps most impor- This is the way that Selznick a producer's industry. Selznick's
arranged in chronological sections tantly, he believed as early as 1930 himself would no doubt like to be life and work reflects the strengths
except for the chapters on the that the future of American movies seen. He was a great believer in the and weaknesses of this situation
production of Gone With the Wind lay in breaking down the studio idea of Hollywood as a microcosm to an unusual degree. His un-
and Rebecca. Each section is intro- system into small, autonomous and in the Hollywood-on-Holly- remitting energy, his total com-
duced with a neatly edited auto- units. wood film. He produced two major mand of every branch of movie-
biographical introduction culled It would be glib and mis- examples of the genre-What making, his clear ideas about the
from a variety of published and leading, however, to say that the Price Hollywood? (1932) and A kind of intelligent, polished pop-
unpublished sources. truth about Selznick lies some- Star is Born (1937), and he was the ular entertainment he wished to
Selective quotation from the where between these two extreme model for the overbearing movie- produce, his ability to articulate
book can present Selznick as a views. It resides rather in laying making genius Jonathan Shields his aims-these are qualities that
ruthless megalomaniac with a one set of facts and impressions played by Kirk Douglas in The set him apart and made him a
streak of cruelty and crudity- over the other, and relating Bad and the Beautiful (1952), a man to respect. Many of his
brow-beating his employees with Selznick to the times in which he production of his former employee analyses of individual pictures and
lengthy memos, worrying end- lived and the background from John Houseman. 'I believed,' production problems are dazzling
lessly over trifling details, insisting which he came. Selznick wrote, 'that the whole in their clarity and cogency: for
on getting the $100 due to him for What Memo from David Selznick world was interested in Hollywood example, the memo on the draft
each slick title he'd suggested to resembles is a massive 18th-century and that the trouble with most script of Rebecca; his suggestions
the Paramount front office, instruc- epistolary novel, covering the films about Hollywood was that (most of which were accepted)
ting his publicity department to career of a movie mogul from just they gave a false picture, that they after seeing a preview of Gaslight;
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his observations on adapting Hem- book carries a sympathetic reson-
ingway and Fitzgerald. ance. A major part of his enter-
But as an independent producer prise is to clear away cobwebs from
he deliberately embarked upon the attics of film theory and lay a
projects of such complexity (often few outdated textbooks to rest,
unnecessarily inflated and over- and 'Film as Film' adequately
blown) that only he could control summarises the central thrust of
them-and sometimes not even his various charges. But as we
he. While his critical judgment know, theories are usually debunked
remained acute when applied to to clear the way for newer models,
the work of others, his faculty of and as soon as Perkins' own theory
self-criticism declined. Moreover gets under way, his title begins to
his arrogance and egotism made seem much more inclusive than
him increasingly mistrustful of his anything he claims to offer in his
employees, however much and text. Unavoidably, alternate titles
however sincerely he professed to come to mind: 'Action as Presenta-
.----1i•Id1£J•lllil!ll----.
ledge the enormous differences doubtedly a kind of terrible
between the political issues involved, grandeur; and Marion had talent.
we might well agree that Prem- It is hard to know who did the
inger 'divides our allegiance greater disservice to that talent:
between several characters whose Hearst, by giving it protection,
interests ... are sharply contrasted,' promotion and publicity which it film history in sharp focus
but only if we recognise that the probably did not need at all to Published quarterly, FOCUS ON FILM has established itself as a
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Zionism: the entire Arab view- reaction against her; or Orson a regular readers' column expanding on the subjects of past issues.
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directed her, The Pacsy and Show screaming. in the book, all the same. Glimpses ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
People-in which her very stylish Perhaps it is this overgrowth of of the irrepressible young Marion COLUMBtA-WARNBR for 0 Lucky
wit is used to parody not only repetition that makes the book who would for laughs black out a Man!, La Nu1't Americaine,
Hollywood's Golden Era, but the seem a little light on new, hard couple of teeth before doing a love TH:X 1138.
Davies legend itself. It would be fact (the previously untapped scene in front of the camera; UNITED ARTISTS for The Long
nice to have some more evidence sources to which he has had interesting if inconclusive assess- Goodbye, Everytlu"ngYou Always
of her gifts-perhaps the early access include the personal recol- ments of the two major scandals in Wanted to Know about Sex . •• ,
talkies before the crackup, in which lections of Marion's nephew Hearst's life-the death of Thomas Avami!.
UNITBD ARTISTS/ RICHARD wtLUAMS
she was given leading men like Charles Lederex, and her own Ince and the expulsion from FILMS for The Charge of the Light
Leslie Howard and Clark Gable. tape-recorded rellllDlscences in France following the theft of Brigade.
Mr. Guiles may or may not have preparation for an autobiography Foreign Office documents (for FOX/RANK for Frenzy.
had access to the films. If he did, that was never done). Or perhaps which Marion claimed responsi- CIC for The Day of che Jackal.
he has not made much use of them. it is that Marion Davies' life- bility). And there is a vivid enoughCONTEMPORARY FILMS for
He insists on her gifts and her with irs continual round of parties picture of the old lady, married at Minamata.
undervaluation, but without much and picnics; )louses to be chosen last, forgotten by all but a few of THE OnrER CINEMA for Themroc.
demonstration or argument to and bought and decorated; visitors the former armies of friends, VPS for Swastika, The Double-
headed Eagle.
prove them. His book is, generally, to be entertained, and the great, tumbling her way towards an STANLBY DONEN ENTERPRISES/
very long indeed-not really be- from Shaw (who wanted her for indecorous but characteristically PARAMOUNT for The Little Pritzce.
cause it contains a great amount of Eliza Doolittle) to John Kennedy to plucky death by cancer. It's nice BMPIRI! FILM (Rome)/Nl!W YORI<l!R
material, but because it is vexy be hobnobbed withj shrewd in- to think that her eventual husband FILMS for Tout Va Bie11.
repetitive. He tells us so many vestment, extravagant disburse- may have recalled for her the FILMS DU LOSANGE for La Maman
times how unfair is the Susan ment and open-hearted charity; merriment of the great days, with et la Putain.
Alexander portrait, and how red with a lot of years of hard work in such pranks as pushing her THilODOR ANGELOPOULOS{GEORGB
were the critics' faces when they between-was in its own way an cantankerous sister inro the swim- PAPALIOS for Days of 36.
rediscovered the Vidor films, as to uneventful one. RAI-RADIOTEI.EVISION.E ITAUA.NA
ming pool, invalid chair and all. for La Citttl del Sole.
have you almost on the point of There are flashes of revelation DAVID ROBINSON CASEY PRODUCTIONS/ELDORADO
FILMS for Don't Look Now.
SVERJGES RADIO for Scenes from a
gone into in my book Cecil B. wounded critic, it's his whimper of Marriage.
Ill DeMille: A Biography, to be
published here by Charles
joy at some recognition. When CALWAN FILMS for What (
JUCHARD WILLIAMS FILMS for The
they're not talking about each Amazing NasnulditJ !, A Christmas
D Scribner's Sons on October rsth.
Mr. Robinson's other e.r ror is in
other, I admire the work of Carol, Cresta Commercial,
French and Durgnat very much, photograph of Richard Williams.
saying that Mr. Robinson Crusoe and expect to hear a bleat or a PANI!UROPl!AN FILMS for The
has disappeared. It may have in whimper any day now. Wedding.
England, but most American Yours faithfully, WARNER BROS. for The Big Sleep,
scholars have seen this odd, not NEIL SINYARD The Great Garrick.
unattractive film recently. Birmingham 17 R-K-0 for Farewell, My Lovely.
Yours faithfully, :zonr CBNTURY-FOX for The High
Wimlow.
CHAR.LES IDGHAM NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS M-G-M fot: The Lady in the Lake,
New York Marlowe.
The:Hero STIG BJORKMAN is a Swedish critic UNIVBRSAL PlCTUlU!S for
sm,-Apropos the channing piece Films and Feelings and film-maker, editor of the Frankenstein, The Old Dark
on Dou,glas Fairbanks by David sm,-Whilst not wishing to enter magazine Chaplin for more than House, The Invisible Man, The
Robinson (SIGHT AND soUND, the Robert Mundy{Philip French ten years and director of the docu- Road Back, Remember Last Night?~
Spring 1973), I thought your
debate (Spring L973), I think it mentary about Bergman which was Show Boat.
readers might like to know what must be said that French's account shown at last year's London MUSEUM OF MODERN ART STILLS
Doug Jr. said when, on the eve ARCHIVE for Stark LOfJe.
there of his review of Raymond Festival . . . CliAR1JlS GR!GORY JOSEPH O'CONNORIGI!Nll S. WBISS
of embarking on his own career as teaches literature and film at for photographs of Jean-Luc
Durgnat's Films and Feeli11gs is
an actor, he was asked by an inter- hilariously inaccurate. 'I find it a California State UniversitY and Godard, Jean-Pierre Gorin.
viewer if he planned to follow in surprisingly sympathetic and also broadcasts regularly about the IO!VIN BROWNLOW for Comrade
his father's footsteps. charitable review,' says French cinema . . . ROBERT PHILLil' Jacob, photograph of Karl Brown.
'That would be impossible,' he (why 'surprisingly' ?). In fact, he KOLKER teaches in the film division TADAO SATO for A Summer i11
replied. ' He was so light on his described the book as 'all but un- of the University of Maryland. Sanrit!!uka, The Trenches-
feet he left no traces.' readable, full of meaningless in- He has written for Film Comment Continued, Rebellion in the Amry.
Yours faithfully, NATIONAL FILM ARCHIVE for The
verted commas, baffiingly point- and the Journal of Popular Film •.. Mother and the Law, His Dog,
HBRMAN G. WEINBERG GOY PHELPS has worked for several
less, wild, dubious, chatty, anti- The COf1ered Wagon, Journey's
New York intellectual' (this is Durgnat's years at the Leicester University End, photograph of James Whale.
own precis of the review). Centre for Mass Communications S.ECKER AND WARBURG for photo-
SIR,-U.olike most film historians, Of course, French did say that Research. He is now completing a graph of Grigori Kozintsev.
J do not enjoy pointing out the 'there are admittedly worse books book on film censorship in Britain
errors of others in the field. But I on the cinema than this' and that . . . TADAO SATO is a critic who CORRESPONDENTS
must mention in the interests of 'Durgnat is quite capable of helped to promote the Arts
scholarship two flaws in the other- fatuities way beyond anything to be Theatre Guild in Japan, an inde- HOLLYWOOD: Axel Madsen
wise valuable article on Douglas found here,' but if that's his idea pendent distribution system set up ITALY: Giulio Cesare Castello
Fairbanks by David Robinson. of sympathy and charity, then I by Nagisa Oshima and other PRANCE: Gilles Jacob, Rui Nogueira
First of all, he says that Robin don't think I want ir. In reply, Japanese freelance directors. He SCANDINAVIA: lb Monty
Hood was the fust film designed Durgnat accused French of not has written books on Kurosawa
SPAIN: Francisco Aranda
by Wilfred Buckland. Actually, being able to read. It is true and Ozu . . . JOSEPH SGAMMATO
Buckland had begun with Cecil B. that they became civil to each teaches English at the City Univer- POLAND; Boleslaw Michalek
DeMille, for whom he designed, other over Luis Buiiuel, but the sity of New York. He has been INDIA: Am ita Malik
superbly, such important films as rather conscious 'kiss and make up' studying for an M.F.A. at the film
Joan tht Woman and The Cheat. air of that debate struck me as division of Columbia University's PlUNTED BY The Whitefriars Press
He was bitterly dissatisfied with being as excruciatingly sentimental School of the Arts and is working Ltd., London and Tonbridge,
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DeMille's constant restrictions on as the other had been abusive.
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and Schwartz (book by St. one want to grab a spade and give aimless script and uncertain
Matthew), with a pantomime Jesus the poor thing a decent burial. (Peter direction. (David Essex, Ringo
and hippie disciples pounding out Finch, Liv Ullmann, Sally Starr; director, Claude Whatham.)
the rock of ages. Some of the Kellerman; director, Charles
numbers take off, but it's mostly Jarrott.) *THEATRE OF BLOOD
insufferably cute despite junkyard (United Artists)
sets and clever work with old *!0 LUCKY MAN! Vincent Price in splendid Gothic
GUIDE
slapstick comedy footage. (Victor (Columbia-Warner) form as a scorned Shakespearian
Garber, David Haskell; director, Lindsay Anderson's epic view of the actor taking grisly revenge on the
David Greene.) state of the nation, filtered through critics who have wronged him.
the all-purpose adventures of a Inventive variations on theatrical
*GORGEOUS BIRD LIKE ME, A coffee salesman and his pilgrim's death, as good as Dr. Phibes until it
(Gala) progress from ambition to flags in the last act. (Ian Hendry,
Breathless Truffaut comedy about acceptance. Much incidental Diana Rigg; director, Douglas
the murderous manoeuvrings of an insight; a less than certain Hickox.)
enterprising slut, not so innocently conclusion. (Malcolm McDowell,
unconcerned by the trail of death Ralph Richardson, Helen Mirren.) **THEMROC (Other Cinema)
**AVANTI! (United Artists) and double-cross she leaves behind. Reviewed. An anarchist cure for the urban
Billy Wilder indulges Samuel Peripherally amusing, but Truffaut malaise, as a Parisian worker
Taylor's play in all its necrological is below form and enjoyment will *SAVE THE TIGER (C/C) (Michel Piccoli, grunting gibberish)
subplotting detail, a four-sided depend on whether you find A day in the decline of a downs tools, barricades himself at
romance in which the influence of Bernadette Lafont's performance middle-aged businessman who home and sets up a caveman's
the dear departed eventually wins tirelessly engaging or merely suddenly finds the ethics of a commune, feeding offroastedflics.
out over bureaucracy and business tiresome. (Claude Brasseur, Charles lifetime lying in ruins. The script is Original and diverting, though it
schedules. Some exquisitely timed Denner.) the thing, and Jack Lemmon makes breaks down less walls than it thinks
manoeuvres of emotional bluff. the most of its acerbic humour and and the idea runs out of steam
(Jack Lemmon, Juliet Mills, Clive *HEARTBREAK KID, THE regretful nostalgia, but the film before the end. (Beatrice Romand;
Revill.) Reviewed. (Fox-Rank) takes in a good deal of facile director, Claude Faraldo.)
Sketches for a comedy by Elaine mileage in its hard-driving, Reviewed.
*!BAD COMPANY(C/C) May, directing a Neil Simc:;m script one-track course. (Jack Gilford,
Two boys seeking their fortune in -about a newly married man's Patricia Smith; director, John G. THIEF WHO CAME TO
a demythified West and finding- predatory pursuit of his dream Avildsen.) DINNER, THE
very entertainingly-that goddess-which is too fitful to (Columbia-Warner)
criminality is the only answer. An accommodate the quirky *SLEUTH (Fox-Rank) Mildly enjoyable comedy thriller
engaging first film, halfway observational talent she showed in Olivier shrugs off Caine's acting about a compulsive jewel thief who's
between Bonnie and Clyde and A New Leaf. Sharp and funny when challenge in an over-faithful always one step ahead of the
Butch Cassidy though flagging at the it gives itself time between scene adaptation of Anthony Shaffer's insurance man dogging his tracks.
end, by scriptwriter Robert Benton. changes. (Charles Grodin, Cybill whodunwhat about a humiliation Indeterminately mixes slapstick,
(Jeff Bridges, Barry Brown.) Shepherd, Jeannie Berlin.) contest between a games-obsessed satire and suspense with a leavening
Reviewed. thriller writer and a sexy hairdresser of casual humour, but likeable and
BEQUEST TO THE NATION who has pinched his wife. Smoothly well performed. (Ryan O'Neal,
(CIC) *HEAT (Vaughan Films) directed, but the theatrical flaws are Warren Oates, Jacqueline Bisset;
Genteel Terence Rattigan enquiry Sunset Boulevard revisited by some magnified on the screen. (Director, director, Bud Yorkin.)
as to whether Lord Nelson, in of the Warhol superstars, with Joseph L. Mankiewicz.)
abandoning wife and poop deck for Gloria Miles upstaging them all as a **THX II38 (Columbia-Warner)
lusty Emma Hamilton, was a lesser fading star rejuvenated by her more **SLITHER (MGM-EMI) A computer-run society in which
hero for all that. Even Aunt Edna than motherly concern for a Engaging parody ofthrillers past one shaven-headed nonconformist
might note a peculiar lack of passion distracted Dallesandro. Fun and and present, about a mystery tour survives his conditioning. A
between hangdog Horatio and his games for camp followers, though chase after lost loot. A fine cast well-worn theme given spectacular,
burping, squawking Emma. (Peter others may regret Paul Morrissey's responds with amiably deadpan almost balletic treatment by
Finch, Glenda Jackson; director, artful varnishing of the rougher bemusement as the script sends Coppola's protege, George Lucas,
James Cellan Jones.) Warhol originals. (Pat Ast, Andrea them chasing along circuitous superbly registering the sense of
Feldman.) routes after misleading clues. all-pervading electronic control.
*!BLANCHE (Contemporary) (James Caan, Sally Kellerman, (Robert Duvall, Donald Pleasence,
Love's labours lost in Borowczyk's HITLER: THE LAST TEN Peter Boyle; director, Howard Maggie McOmie.) Reviewed.
delicious translation of an 18th DAYS (MGM-EMI) Zieff.)
century novel into a 13th century History as horror comic, with Alec *TOM SAWYER (United Artists)
tapestry of betrayal and courtly Guinness impersonating the Fuhrer *SOYLENT GREEN Splendidly shot on location, with
intrigue. All the minor detail is as a paranoid clown and his every (MGM-EMI) spirited performances, hummable
carefully picked out in the design, boast and threat contradicted by the Ecology again in a cautionary tale of tunes and no inflation of its folksy
and the drama is poignantly visual evidence of newsreel. The things to come (New York in 2022) humour, this is a surprisingly
confined by ritual and very solid mix of Belsen and bombast is hard and the grisly solution of corporate painless family musical. Unremark-
architecture. (Michel Simon, to stomach, and more of a hindrance enterprise to a food crisis. Some able but really rather enjoyable.
Ligia Branice.) than a help to historical good moments in the claustrophobic (Johnny Whitaker, Celeste Holm,
comprehension. (Doris Kunstmann, riot scenes, but the pace is checked Warren Oates; director, Don
**BOXCAR BERTHA Eric Porter; director, Ennio De by a patchwork plot and Richard Taylor.)
(MGM-EMI) Concini.) Fleischer's uneven direction. TOUCH OF CLASS, A
Vivid, violent, bitterly lyrical tale of (Charlton Heston, Edward G. (Avco Embassy)
the misfit criminals thrown up by **HORROR HOSPITAL Robinson, Leigh Taylor-Young.) Intermittently sprightly comedy
the Depression and the anti-union (Antony Balch) about an English divorcee and an
activities of ruthless railway bosses. Antony Balch's all-out assault on the **STEELYARD BLUES American in London and how they
Obviously modelled on Bloody conventions of the horror movie (Columbia-Warner) turn a brief encounter into a
Mama, and none the worse for it. produces a ghoulish giggle or two in Quizzically funny comedy with harassed affair. Brightly performed
(Barbara Hershey, David a tale of one of those health resorts amiable bite, about dropout and quite engaging until it fades
Carradine; director, Martin where lobotomy turns out to be criminals who fancy themselves as into vapid variations on a one-note
Scorsese.) part of the cure. Reminiscent of old-style outlaws. Post-M* A* S* H theme. (Glenda Jackson, George
early Corman in its camp sense of in tone. Fetching first film by Segal; director, Mel Frank.)
CANTERBURY TALES, THE fun, and appropriately over-acted Alan Myerson. (Donald
( Unt'ted Artists) by most of the cast. (Michael Sutherland, Jane Fonda.) **UP THE SANDBOX (Cinerama)
Carry On Chaucer, with Pasolini Gough, Robin Askwith, Vanessa A Manhattan housewife suffers an
losing the way to Canterbury amid Shaw.) **SWASTIKA (VPS) identity crisis between the pressures
a forest of male genitalia. Witless, Hitler demythologised in an of home and the temptations of
graceless, scrappy, it makes The *LADY SINGS THE BLUES intriguing documentary collage of Women's Lib. Wildly erratic in its
Decameron look like a masterpiece (CIC) newsreel and home movies shot by mechanics, though Irvin Kershner's
by comparison. (Hugh Griffith, Diana Ross does a nice job on Billie Eva Braun. A persuasively direction keeps it on some kind of
Franco Citti, Ninetto Davoli.) Holiday's voice, but Sidney Furie assembled study of the banality of course. (Barbra Streisand, David
bloats the lady's already evil, though marred by a tendency Selby.)
"'*DAY OF THE JACKAL, THE high-powered autobiography into to easy irony and superfluous
(CIC) absurd melodramatics. A pity the moralising. (Director, Philip-pe WARM DECEMBER, A
A brave try at Frederick Forsyth's care over period orchestrations Mora.) Reviewed. (Cinerama)
meticulously researched and didn't extend to Michel Legrand's An amorphous mixture of Love
awesomely complicated bestseller contributions. (Billy Dee Williams.) *TALES OF MYSTERY Story romance and Mrican politics,
about an OAS plot to kill de Gaulle. (Cinecenta) both disastrously sentimental and
It fails, unfortunately, to remember !:LAST TANGO IN PARIS Alias Histoires Extraordinaires trivialised. Sidney Poi tier performs
that the detail is the thing. (Edward (United Artists) (1967), a trio of Poe stories directed with undeniable charm and obvious
Fox, Michel Lonsdale, Delphine Bertolucci's dark, despairing vision badly by Vadim, coldly by Malle, relish, but his skills behind the
Seyrig; director, Fred Zinnemann.) of the empty hell of animal characteristically by Fellini. Not the camera are less in evidence. (Esther
Reviewed. sexuality, compressed into a series of treat it should have been, though Anderson, Yvette Curtis.)
anonymous encounters between Fellini's 'Toby Dammit' is worth
"'EMIGRANTS, THE middle-aged American and young seeing as a marginal note to his *!WEDDING, THE
(Columbia-Warner) French girl in a vacant Paris continuing concerns. (Jane Fonda, (Pan-European)
Long, meandering version of a apartment. An intense meditation Peter Fonda, Brigitte Bardot, Alain His starting-point a riotous wedding
compendium of novels about 19th on the realisation of mortality, Delon, Terence Stamp.) feast near the Russian border in
century Swedish farmers and their founded on Branda's overwhelming 1900, Wajda once again mourns the
troublesome journey to the New performance. (Maria Schneider, *THAT'LL BE THE DAY impotence of Poland with a rich and
World. A Fordian canvas without Jean-Pierre Leaud.) (MGM-EMI) elaborate allegory. The camera
the Fordian warmth; meticulously Instant nostalgia in a flashback to whirls too much and the
assembled, often visually striking, LOST HORIZON the Fifties, with Teddy Boys, performances are unrestrained, but
but too cool and distant to be more (Columbia-Warner) holiday camps and rock-and-roll the climate of menace and despair is
than marginally engrossing. (Max Shangri-La remains much the same supplying the sociological surface hypnotically intense. (Daniel
von Sydow, Liv Ullmann, Eddie willow-pattern Disneyland as it was to a story about a teenage drifter Olbrychski, Andrzej Lapicki, Ewa
Axberg; director, Jan Troell.) in Capra's version. The arch sowing his oats. Enthusiastic Zietek.) Reviewed.
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