Tuesday 8 October 2019

Horses and eagles... Le Giornate del Cinema Muto 2019, Pordenone Day Three

“Women! God, how he hated them!”
Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys…

That was Wayland Jennings advice but at this stage it’s way too late for those of us riding alongside William S Hart as he blazes his trails in a strand that celebrates this most accomplished of silent actors and a genre that seemed to emerge fully-formed from the get-go.

Today we had two of not-so-wild Bill’s films In the Sage Brush Country (1914) and The Aryan (1916) which, it has to be said took a surprising turn. Hart’s roles include a number where he was on the wrong side of the , only to be rescued by the love of a good woman but it’s interesting that’s heroes can be anti from this age of territorial opportunism; the USA was founded on men who sometimes broke the law as evidenced by Alphonso J. "Al" Jennings – a genuine cowboy and criminal who made films based – seemingly – on his exploits, such as The Lady of the Dugout (1918). Al received a full pardon from President Teddy Roosevelt in 1907 as he had fought against the Spanish as a Rough Rider. Is it any wonder we British struggle to understand some American Presidents when it is the land of the free, i.e. strong, where second chances are always available… for the right kind of man.


In Sage Brush..., Hart starts off as wrong ‘un Jim Brandon who robs the Wolf Creek stage of a payroll intended for The Lost Hope Mine owned by Frank Wilding (Herschel Mayall). Wilding decides to use his daughter Edith (Rhea Mitchell) as the next courier as the bad guys would never suspect a woman. Brandon overhears the plan and from then on it’s only a matter of time before chivalry kicks in, over is attained and forgiveness obtained through good deeds. Crucially Brandon’s bad guys are trumped (ha!) by *real* bad guys, Mexicans, and they are just that bit more naturally dastardly aren’t they…

This was only the second film Hart directed and his attention to detail is apparent through costume and set design. It’s pacey and he’s magnetic as usual – a man with a classical theatrical background, channelling the spirits of America’s ground-breakers.

Bill and Bessie
The Aryan (1916), is a relatively recent discovery from Argentina – the same store in which the missing parts of Metropolis were found – and is more overt on the subject of race with Hart being described at one point as leading “his people” – Aryans – on to the promised land of the West. He must also overcome a deepfelt aversion to the opposite sex… who he blames for the loss of his fortunes.

Hart’s Steve Denton is a successful prospector who falls for the combined evils of drink and gambling and, with the sensual distraction of Trixie, “The Firefly” (Louise Glaum) he gets ripped off. He drags Trixie with him as punishment – a bit extreme you say? – well, it is that kind of film. Trixie had intercepted a telegram for Steve saying that his mother was dying and he must race back to see her… a device Hart added based on his own experience of continuing to run his theatre in 1909 when in the same situation.

It adds extra motivation for his hatred of Trixie but his punishment is unusual and ill-founded. The years pass and Denton switches off compassion and when a party of starving travellers arrives he refuses them food and shelter: it’s every man for himself in his America. Well, it is until a Christian woman in the form of the impossibly pretty Bessie Love gets his attention: she is Mary Jane Garth and the clue’s in the name. A conversion occurs and morally refreshed by the spirit MJ has brought he not only helps this all-white convoy but leads them onwards to the promised land.

Promotional booklet for The Aryan
The scenario was co-written by one C. Gardner Sullivan who inserted the strands about the then-popular (cf a film by Mr Griffith…), pseudo-scientific racial philosophy which occurs in the latter part of the film whilst the more straightforward melodramatics of the first was down to Hart: bad women and greed all lumped together.

Gunter Buchwald and Frank Bockius formed a musical posse, riding side-saddle for the great man as he wrangled with his troubled conscience, women, men and bad fortune. The Western and the music so heavy with eternal emotional truth.


“Unforgettable are the extreme long shots of battles staged on the Värska military exercise fields. They evoke the Olympian visions of Griffith in The Birth of a Nation and America.” Antti Alanen

If it was all tumult out West, way, way out East we had war as Russia invaded Estonia in The Young Eagles (Noored Kotkad) (1927). Estonia declared independence from Russia following the 1917 revolution but they had to fight off both the Soviets and the Germans in the War of Independence, which lasted until 1920.

Today Estonia is about half the population of Wales and the fact it could martial a fighting force to fight off two of the strongest nations in Europe was remarkable. The story focuses on the “Young Eagles”: rich student Tammekänd (Arnold Vaino), blacksmith Laansoo (Juhan Nõmmik), and poor farmhand Lepik (Ruut Tarmo). All volunteer for the army and we see their journey through the ups and downs of what becomes a spectacular conflict near the climax with, as Alanen’s quote suggests, a huge battle scene filmed with the aid of the Estonian Defence League who provided both men and armaments.

Three eagles on their shirts...
The story is a bit flat initially and director Theodor Luts could have cut a chunk log the running time but it none-the-less a moving story and an educational one. This is one of the delights of Pordenone – it’s an education not just in the history of film but of the history in the films.  

For a young nation this film must have meant so much. At a time when my country constantly crushes its laurels with an arse-full of ignorance and assumptive authority, this film reminds us how hard some have fought to genuinely take back control.

Heroic accompaniment was supplied by Mauro Colombis on piano and Frank Bockius on percussion; positively aerobic!
What would Wm S Hart have said?
We were also showered with shorts today; I’m loving the animated Victorian Flipbooks sections and also the return to the Nasty Women shorts especially the eternally naughty Leontine as played by Sarah Duhamel here seen in Enfant Terrible (1911) and On Holiday (1910). Accompaniment was from Daan van den Hurk.

We also had the first of the Weimar Shorts stream which, actually now I mention it, did indeed feature a lot of streams and water in general including one nine-minute section of a ship at sea. There were some fascinating close-up sequences of bodily fluids too – Germanic versions of F Percy Smith’s microscopic landscapes. Accompaniment was from Jose Maria Serralde Ruiz.

There were other films but there was also wine to be drunk and conversations to be had… in Pordenone you have to get the balance right!

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