Sunday, 31 August 2025

The Rabmadár Redemption? Slave Bird (1929), with Elaine Brennan, Bonn Silent Film Festival 2025


It happened in the women’s prison on the evening of 26th May…

  

Slave Bird aka Rabmadár aka Prisoner No. 7 is frank in ways that might surprise modern viewers as much as contemporary ones and was, as a result originally banned by the Hungarian authorities until its success overseas led to a re-release. It’s depiction of human and criminal relationships, together with some audacious nudity and inferences of non-conforming sexuality, would never have made the screen pre- or post-code in the United States.

 

A co-German and Hungarian production filmed in Budapest and directed by Pál Sugár and Lajos Lázár, it begins with two dynamic sequences that set the scene in imaginative and purely cinematic fashion. The action starts in a court room in uproar with a lone figure working his way through a crown of people and running to a telephone booth calling his newspaper: I’ve got it… the first report on the lawsuit against the doctor! There follows the flow of news as his report is transcribed, edited and then typeset and proofed before being printed on huge Linotype off-set printers and emerging as newspapers – hot metal headlines!

 

According to Dr Janka Barkóczi, as quoted in the programme notes*, the editorial office of Az Est newspaper were used for these scenes with the - domestically well-known - journalist and poet Lőrinc Szabó is seen working on the story, subbing and proofing, adding an element of reality to the film’s mix of documentary and melodramatic technique.

 



Waves of cyclists distribute the papers across the city as we catch a glimpse of the Az Est front page – in both Hungarian and then German (forgive my translation) - Prisoner No. 7 Not crime but humanity.

 

The Doctor talks. Violent sobs frame her revelations. A great brave woman's heart triumphs over the rigid letter of the law.  … public opinion unanimously demands (leniency).

 

The subtitles of the Bonn streaming version didn’t include all of the text and only flashes of the newspaper’s coverage but I wanted to see what the Hungarian and German audiences saw… who is this mysterious Doctor and what has she done to invite legal process and such overwhelming sympathy. It’s an unusual start to a film that embellishes its relatively simple story with a good deal of sophistication and meaningful under-currents.

 



A flashback then to the women’s prison on 26th May and as we travel across the city the camera fixes on the outside of the jail and then, through iron bars to a circle of women prisoners taking exercise under the watchful eye of a guard before walking back to their confinement, silhouetted against the fading light as they and us are incarcerated within the brooding misery inside. The Doctor is played by the elegant German actress Charlotte Susa who also sang opera (another Silent Multi-tasker) and enjoyed a long career in her home country although having gained an MGM contract she failed to develop a career in Hollywood. She mostly playing femme fatales and here she is cast in a romantic role – with full meaning - as the Doctor who cares perhaps too much for the prison inmates.

 

She is especially concerned with Anna, prisoner number 7, played by Lissy Arna another German actor and one who did work in America providing voice-overs for German films. She is exceptionally good here as the subject of wrongful imprisonment, taking the rap for her lover’s crimes and in frequent close-up demonstrating the misery of her choice and the anguish of lost love. She wants to put things right and make sure her man is following the straight and narrow – her sacrifice must not be in vain. But, as Anna’s plaintive eyes look tearily out of the bars on her cell her vision of her love Jenő becomes reality for the watching audience and in ways that make us pity her even more. The film’s pacing is impeccable.


Charlotte Susa

 

The second we see Hans Adalbert Schlettow (here as Hans Adelbert von Schlettow) as Jenő we know that Anna’s in trouble… is there anyone else who could play such a dastardly and apparently likeable rogues as Herr Schlettow? Nein, ich sage dir, tausendmal nein! The actor was often on the wrong side of the cast as seen most recently in Bonn’s streaming of Song (1929) with Anna May Wong**and he’s also familiar from Die Nibelungen (1924) and Anthony Asquith's A Cottage on Dartmoor (1929). Here he is superbly full of himself, preening at the mirror and then effortlessly charming the women around him… all with a twinkle of devilment in his eye.

 

He has already cast a spell on the innocent “Birdie” (Ida Turay) who believes it’s true love but is quick to work on the new maid (Olga Kerékgyártó) who he spies on in her underwear, and he also keeps a close watch on the Manageress (Mariska H. Balla) casting avaricious eyes at her safe.

 

 Hans Adalbert Schlettow and Olga Kerékgyártó

I don’t know why you are so interested in prisoner number seven… she’s one of hundreds of thieves.

 

Back in prison, the Doctor is in her rooms watching her pet bird in its gilded cage and no doubt drawing the same allusions we do before she is called to Anna’s aid in the night. But Anna is only feigning sickness, she wants the Doctor to let her out for just one night, and, as she asks “… isn’t there someone you can’t live without?” But, as one of the guards (Szidi Rákosi) has already said about the Doctor, she not only has her favourite but “modern concepts of incarceration”. Whatever the reasons, she agrees to swap places with Anna and the young woman escapes dressed as the medic and makes her way to the hotel where her Jenő works.

 

But in the hotel, things are about to take a dramatic turn as a striking new guest arrives, a beautiful “artiste” from Paris played by El Dura who is described as a “native Creole” on IMDB and as an actress and revue dancer. The term was used to cover those of mixed race and originally of European (mostly French or Spanish) or African descent born in the West Indies or parts of French or Spanish America. Whatever, it is good to see her given such a meaty role and, once again, not an opportunity afforded in Hollywood. She is playful and quickly gets the measure of Jenő who is clearly out of his criminal depth.

 

El Dura getting the measure of her man...


He runs her a bath and hopes his charm will win her over but he’s left imagining her getting undressed with a split screen showing us his febrile inventions in graphic detail. I’m not sure if this brief nudity was left in the original re-released version or inserted back during the restoration but it certainly shows Jenő’s mind-set and contrasts painfully with the realities of prison and Birdie’s cosy fantasies.

 

As she keeps Jenő at arm’s length, the two hatch a plot to rob the hotel, with the head waiter distracting the manageress as the dancer grabs the contents of the safe… and, it would have worked as well if not for the appearance of Anna… but there are more surprises in store as the film’s main narrative streams meet in a powerful swirl of unexpected emotions.

 

In addition to the outstanding cast, the film is enlivened by state-of-the art cinematography from Hungarian József Bécsi - worked on many of the early films of director Michael Curtiz - and the experienced German Adolf Otto Weitzenberg. Anna is filmed from overhead during crucial moments in her cell whilst their cameras frequently follow the movement of the players just as effectively as the close-ups that reveal the emotional nuance of the main players.




The spirited improvisations from Irish pianist Elaine Brennan, recorded live during the screening at Bonn, also ran so smoothly with the narrative and the emotions on screen. I think this is the first time I’ve heard her work and look forward to hearing more – accompanying a two-hour film on the fly, especially one as unusual as this, is no mean feat: you need a wealth of melody and compositional agility to tell the tale of steadfast Anna, faithless Jenő and the Doctor whose compassion may redeem everyone.

 

The film was long considered lost until an incomplete copy was passed from a Dutch collector to the National Film Archives of Austria who, with The National Film Institute Hungary in Budapest, were able to complete a fuller restoration in 2023 after the missing parts emerged. The film is now some 2171 metres long, almost complete. The news broke in Hungary in 2023, online as well as in print… we’ve come a long way from hot metal but hot news remains the same!

 

I hope to see this film on British – or Italian – screens soon!

 

Lissy Arna

 

*Dr Janka Barkóczi, nfi.hu, 11 December 2023


** Song is due in London at the BFI in September with Stephen Horne accompanying!!


She knows why the caged bird sings...



 


Sunday, 24 August 2025

Knives Out… Sensation im Wintergarten (1929), Bonn Silent Film Festival 2025 streaming, with Günter Buchwald and Frank Bockius


We have only the crème de la crème…(at the Wintergarden)

 

As a child during our regular family trips up the Lancashire coast I would be terrified as we watched the daring young men and women on the flying trapeze in the Blackpool Tower Circus as they swung high above our heads with no safety net, only flesh, bone and sinew away from a fall to their death. I knew they probably wouldn’t fall but my heart was always in my mouth as I watched them take their chances and it was always a relief once they had finished.

 

Now none of these acrobats enlivened the jeopardy by fixing long swords to the floor and then to a hoop through which they would fly at the end of their routine but in Their Son aka Sensation im Wintergarten, this is exactly what the great “Frattani” does and it is not just his sweetheart who hopes he will keep on swinging rather than being sliced and diced in his shiny silk costume… it’s also exactly the kind of device an ill-wisher might use to finish the man off. It’s the most gruesome variant of Chekhov's gun principle, if you see it in Act IV it will, probably, “go off” by Act VII… Chekhov's water torture more like.

 

Looks easy doesn't it?

After the trapeze artists my relief was always short-lived for then we had the always sinister clowns, led by the legendary but scary Charlie Cairoli. Laugh? I could have cried. It’s safe to say that there was no danger of my running off to join the circus but this is exactly what young Count Paul Mensdorf does in this picture, escaping from his disciplinarian stepfather Baron von Mallock (Gaston Jacquet looking just as shifty as he would with Louise Brooks in Prix de beauté (1930), weasel eyes and untrusting moustache…). Mallock has somehow worked his way into the affections of Paul’s mother Gräfin (Erna Morena) and, having secured his meal-ticket treats her son with cruel disdain.

 

Paul (Alphons Schünemann at this point), runs away and comes across a circus and, watching through a break in the tarpaulin is captivated by what he sees. He’s spotted by a friendly clown Barry (a very good Vladimir Sokoloff, a Russian emigree who would soon depart for Hollywood) and pulled into the new family of acrobats and jugglers. He meets one of the young stars, the horse-rider Madeleine (Alexandra Nalder) and the two form an instant friendship.

 

Vladimir Sokoloff and Claire Rommer "enjoy" the show...

The film actually starts with Paul (Paul Richter) now a world-famous trapeze artist under the name of Frattani as he travels across to Europe on an ocean liner from New York. He’s spotted by a group of young women as he trains and we see a newspaper revealing that this “King of the Air” is coming to perform in Europe for the first time. There’s some good business with cinematographer Mutz Greenbaum’s camera following Paul as he swings back and forth finally puling the curtains on his admirers before focusing on the muscular form (had Herr Richter not fought dragons in Die Nibelungen?) and a thoughtful fade back to his childhood and the split from his mother who now believes him long dead.

 

In Berlin there are wonderful street scenes as the camera follows traffic through the Brandenburg Gates and along Friedrichstraße to the Wintergarden wherein are promised “Internationales Varieté”. The stage sequences were filmed in the Wintergarden and its huge auditorium allows director Gennaro Righelli to pull the camera too and from the performance area and across the audience adding so much atmosphere to the proceedings especially when using a multitude of local talent, dancers, high-wire artists, acrobats and chorus girls. The venue was destroyed during the war but rose again in Potsdamer Straße*.


I wish I knew who the Dodge Twins were?


Back in 1929, Paul is reunited with Madeleine (now grown up as Claire Rommer) who is queuing with dozens of other hopefuls at an audition for a chorus girl. She has fallen on hard times and yet not even Paul's status is enough to persuade the hard-nosed Varietédirektor (Adolphe Engers) to give her a chance. But the King of the Air is nothing if not determined and he manages to wangle her a shot as “Mademoiselle Madeleine, the famous dancer from the Folies Bergère” and, after instructing the orchestra to play the Eccentric Charleston knowing she can and does ace it, whetting the whistle not only of the salacious director but also of Baron von Mallock who has already made his entrance and sexually harassed half the usherettes before even making it to his seat.

 

The Baron has only gotten worse over the intervening years and is fleecing Paul’s mother as he spends his time gambling and cavorting with other women and he immediately sets his sights on Madeleine and her long legs. The sequence is so well handled with the camera pulling away over the audience as Madeleine dances across the stage giving a real impression of the space and also the atmosphere as the sub-plots line up with cuts to the Baron, the manager, Paul and Barry cheering on the jazz.


Gaston Jacquet and Erna Morena

Then we get the build up to Paul’s turn as Clown Barry sets up the deadly basis for his act, only a clown could show how sharp the swords are and only a laughable figure could reinforce the morbid possibilities of this shiny steel… the slightest slip and the acrobat is guaranteed a bloody end. Richter appears to be doing some of the work himself including balancing on his head on his trapeze but the trickier work must have been a stunt man? It’s edited well though and you can almost feel the audience as uneasy as I was as a child in Blackpool.

 

Paul is on top of his game but having found his love with Madeleine he starts to worry about his ability to perform, he now has something to live for and danger loses it’s thrill. Meanwhile the Baron won’t play fair with anyone and once he realises who Frattani is, there can only be one or two outcomes, especially when Paul’s mother also finds out. I can guarantee a stressful denouement.

 


Talking of magnificent men performing the seemingly impossible, I give you Günter Buchwald and Frank Bockius whose accompaniment was recorded live at the Bonn screening and reproduced for this streaming. The two are so familiar with each other they always play in sympathy with the action on film and the circus atmosphere would not be the same without Herr Bockius triplets and paradiddles whilst I still do not know how Herr Buchwald manages to seemingly play both violin and piano at the same time. Epic work gentlemen and next year, I promise, I will be in Bonn to see how this all works in person!

 

This was the premier of a new digital restoration from 2024-25 which built on earlier filmic materials combining a vintage positive print from the Swedish Film Institute with the DFF’s nitrate materials to create a version missing only a few sections which are covered by new title cards. It’s pretty complete, minus the third act, and whilst not exceptional is a very entertaining snapshot of German theatrical culture as well as film culture at this time.

 

This is as close as we’ll ever get to a night out at the Wintergardens!


Man on a wire... the documentary element gives the film more grounding


* The Wintergardens were – probably – the first theatre to screen films using the Bioscop projector in 1895 when its inventors the Skladanowsky brothers put on a show. This was, of course, a year after the Blackpool Tower Circus began its uninterrupted 130 years run. It all connects!

 

There is more about the venue and it’s destruction by Allied bombs in the Second World War here: https://www.berlinluftterror.com/blog/wintergarten-kabarett

 

Last word to Lotte Eisner writing at the time and quoted on the Bonn website…

 

Claire Rommer is allowed to show two sides of her talent, to be a charmingly quiet creature and suddenly transform into a spirited, eccentric dancer. This truly gives her the element of surprise that the film's narrative envisions. Her beautiful body wrapped in a glittering leotard, she dances a baker's dance, lithe and full of verve.


Lotte H. Eisner, Film-Kurier, No. 212, September 6, 1929