Reviews

This pre-code is very odd. Actually, very good. The first half is a naughty romantic comedy (sort of) that has the usual adorable Leslie Howard (can't help it, he's appealing as hell) and a kind of off-kilter Marion Davies. She seems a bit uncomfortable in this role -- maybe because it's an early talkie and she lisps? because it becomes dramatic and she isn't sure how to play it? Anyway, I was getting a bit annoyed with the whole thing when the movie does a real pre-code twist. Mom has an affair because mogul Dad is too busy with work. Brother has major mental health issues and suddenly takes up some very bad flying. And Heroine Marion takes on a role that reflects her own life by unrepentantly taking up with a now-married Leslie Howard. Things get...dark. So I found myself being impressed with the risks in this second movie (although I did laugh at some melodramatic moments). This movie doesn't apologize for anything. Marion is not punished for her love. Now that's new. She is defiant -- not just the character, but Marion Davies herself, I believe. I also appreciated the way it carried through its rich-man-neglecting-his-family theme to its most bitter result. This was surprisingly well done. No excuses are made for Dad's work obsession whatsoever. And Richard Bennett plays it subtly.

There are a few tremendous scenes. One involves a nocturnal visit to a rooftop. The other is a long drunken rant by the brother (Douglas Montgomery) in which he makes fun of Dad's obsession with money and success. Both of these are just lovely -- genuinely touching, I thought.

If you get a chance to see it, you should. It's an important movie in the Marion Davies pantheon, and Leslie Howard gets to be all charm. Just be patient and see where it goes.

A pretty racy film about a family trapped by tradition and warped by modernity. I found our heroine to be too self-sacrificing to be truly interesting, though her situation (caught between illicit love and familial restraint) sympathetic. I did relate in a personal sense to her attachment to a rural past, and understood her inability and desire to transcend it. None of the characters was especially interesting, being there to represent types and ideas more than for nuanced development -- no subtle Ozu or Naruse moments here. A lot of interfamilial 1) love & 2) sleeping around. Fun! ... For me the film was too baldly nostalgic about traditional Japan & too overt about the warping of Western influences -- until the end, in which it all came together in a stunning, profound fashion. Not my favorite Mizoguchi, or the most beautiful, but I'm glad I saw it.

Holy sh*t, was this a peculiar movie! Slow moving but oddly compelling look at a writer's psyche. A war correspondent desperately wants to awaken Britain's awareness of fascism and the inevitable war and dismally fails -- and this is all shown in flashback. The correspondent is shown as an isolated fellow in a lighthouse on the Great Lakes, post-war, who becomes obsessed with the story of drowned immigrants who never reach the lighthouse a hundred years before (get the connection?), dying at sea. And the story then becomes what he imagines their lives to have been, growing in complexity and realism as he comes to terms with his own defeats. I've never seen the writing process so accurately shown in a film as he talks to the characters in his mind and continues to revise their lives before our eyes. An ambitious film that doesn't entirely work, but that I found fascinating and moving. Michael Redgrave is terrific, too, and James Mason, who appears too briefly, has a really cute wave in his hair (ha).

This movie was notable for: the subtle and mysterious acting of Margaret Sullavan; the screenplay by Scott Fitzgerald (which was literary and a bit on the wordy side); and the interesting look at Germany immediately after WWI. Personally, I would have liked to have seen more about the politics and tensions in Germany (playing up Robert Young's role), and less of the Camille-esque love & decline plot. But that's just me.

I thought that the film was carried by Franchot Tone and Margaret Sullavan. Tone's role is nicely played down; he consistently does the right thing, even when it might appear to be the morally wrong thing. He's sure, calm, and direct at every turn. I always enjoy watching him. Sullavan was fascinating. It isn't often you see someone who appears to be an intellectual in a role that didn't necessarily call for that type. She is lovely, dignified, but hardly the standard "babe who attracts three best friends." They seem to like her for her complexity. And that in itself is unusual.

This movie was strange. It should have been better than it was -- the emphasis on the love story slows things up and even feel a bit silly. (When Pat starts wearing traditional German garb in the kitchen just cracked me up.) But the good moments, when they come, making viewing this film worthwhile.