Showing posts with label Clarence Badger. Show all posts
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Thursday, 14 September 2023

Live Cinema lives… It (1927) with Cyrus Gabrysch, Kennington Bioscope 10th Anniversary


This was the Kennington Bioscope’s 10th Anniversary edition and the package was so sweetly wrapped it even had a Bow on it. Cyrus Gabrysch is, he said, often accused of starting the whole thing but what he and then John Sweeney thought would be a connoisseurs-only cinema club was transformed by a brave dog fighting his way up the stairs of a lighthouse to relight the beacon. Kevin Brownlow’s copy of a Rin Tin Tin film provided the moment when the audience erupted with applause for the heroic hound and Cyrus realised something special was happening.


Michelle Facey quoted Pamela Hutchinson’s famous description of the KB as a silent speakeasy and, Cyrus felt it was also like the Left Bank cinema groups that inspired Truffaut, Godard, and Rohmer; maybe the Cinema Museum screenings will also assume an historic position as the place where silent film – film always on film – was resurgent through the Teens and the new Twenties that began not with a bang but with a fever as all cinemas we closed and the Bioscope moved fearlessly online with MC Facey becoming the face and voice of the silent resistance on KB TV.


The Bioscope has always dealt with the material issue of cinema and tonight was no different with a first half dedicated to 28mm films introduced by Chris Bird, projecting 101-111 year old celluloid on 107-year-old equipment: film as history, history as film… moving history, it moves and it flickers even the hand-cranked 28mm projector Chris demonstrated on stage to audience applause. We should all be so functional after so long in the dark.


The Pathé-Frères 28mm KOK Cine Projector and Camera


We began with a couple of Pathé films, demonstrating French ingenuity in animation, Émile Cohl, one of the fathers of animation and then Méliès style trickery with Wonderful Armour?, as a devil and two women knights defied all logic and the evidence of our own eyes, as they detached body parts with a smile. Colin Sell did well to keep his head but, with the elegant Samantha looking on in silent support, he followed the action with all the concentrated control of a man who worked with Barry Cryer for decades.


Then to the USA for Lest We Forget a Mr and Mrs Sidney Drew filmin which the flowers of romance get very tangled and, as Chris stressed, the only copy, in the World, of Episode 30 (of 119) of the Hazards of Helen a very tightly wrought drama in which Helen Holmes appeared to swing off bridges, jump on to moving trains and dive into turbulent waters to retrieve stolen goods. We wondered if she used a stunt double, and John Sweeney too, who accompanied with fast-flowing lines and cliff-hanging drama all with no visible safety net.


Follow that Clara Bow. And, of course, she did.


Clara in a business meeting with Antonio Moreno


This was a 35mm print from Photoplay – company by-line “Live Cinema” - which had the natural warmth of a pre-digital restoration and looked stunning on the big screen. I say stunning and I mean Clara Bow who, despite a cameraman buddy complaining how difficult her kineticism made her to catch on film, featured in close-up after close-up that left the watched hanging on her every smile. The discussion pre-screening with my neighbour was who would be a modern-day equivalent of Clara and we struggled to come up with anyone as naturally powerful and so exuberantly un-mannered on screen.


If ever an actress has transcended the sum of her parts and if ever a star has been completely under-estimated then that must be Clara Bow. In her career from a 17-year-old in Down to the Sea in Ships in 1922 to a wise-cracking, talkie comedienne in Hoop-la in 1932… Clara made only a few classic films, although relatively few were preserved as Michelle pointed out. She never had something like The Crowd, Pandora’s Box or The Wind, to show what she could do dramatically but, in every one of the films she did make, there is ample evidence that she was an actor of considerable ability. And this is true for It made in a period in which she made some 16 films in about a year, Paramount making as much as they could from their asset. 

 

There was indeed something about Clara, more than just acting; something genuine and heartfelt that, coupled with her looks, earned her the respect of a large part of the cinema-going audience through these years. Watching It years later, her eldest son Rex Bell Jnr, remarked that he could see all the expressions and feeling he had seen from “mom” on a daily basis: she wasn’t just acting she was giving part of herself to the watcher. When called on to cry she would call on a childhood memory of one of her friends dying in her arms after being consumed in a house fire: those huge shining eyes would well up with genuine tears of sorrow.




If It is one of the great films it is because it perfectly captures the essence of Clara. Clarence Badger directs well enough and makes the most of his star and story, you can’t take your eyes off her and this is not just the compulsion of trying to find new angles on that prettiness but because she’s radiating so much joy. She is It and she’s supposed to be. It’s a tough role when you think about it, no one ever had to live up to a billing founded on such an uncompromising premise: there’s no “it or miss” you just have to be on target with the casting. Tag, you’re it!!


Based on Elinor Glyn’s story, they paid the English writer some $50,000 to appear in one scene in order to clarify exactly what “it” meant and, needless to say, this was considerably more than the vastly underpaid main star had accumulated from her previous half dozen features.


Events are based in the large family-run Waltham’s department store where the heir to the business, Cyrus Waltham (Antonio Moreno), is about to take over following his father’s departure to spend more time with his gun. Junior’s best friend, Monty (William Austin), is reading an excerpt from “It” in Cosmopolitan and trying to interest his friend in this new conception of humanity although in his case he’s more “what?!” than “It!”. Talking of which there’s a young Gary Cooper flashing by as a journalist… Clara noticed him too.


Sweet Santa…


My second trip to Coney Island this week after The Crowd at the BFI...


Whilst Cyrus focuses on his new responsibilities, his pal scans the store looking for an assistant with “it”. His eyes alight on Clara’s character, Betty Lou, and he knows he’s found his woman but, try as he might, he cannot get Cyrus’ attention even though Betty already has him in her sights. She’s not about to let him out of her grasp though and this begins a game of It! and mouse as confusion and comedy mix with the odd dash of pathos and anything that gives Clara the chance to run through her extraordinary emotional gears.


It’s an absolute blast and Clara is well-supported by William Austin, nostrils flared like a Jazz-Age Kenneth Williams and Antonio Moreno who just about convinces as her love interest even though there’s no way he had the same amount of “it”! But who has?


Cyrus Gabrysch’s anniversary accompaniment was suitably celebratory, running wild with Clara and holding us aloft with the film’s dazzle and comic drama; that rare Wednesday evening atmosphere we’ve all come to treasure. Ten years after Cyrus and John started playing and Rin-Tin-Tin single-doggedly saved that lighthouse, so many others continue to create these magical evenings, I than you all and raise a glass to the next ten years of history being watched and being made!


Chris Bird demonstrates the kit

Cyrus Gabrysch explains the Rin Tin Tin connection

Michelle Facey introduces It.

Clara in colour, a precious glimpse of Red Hair one of many Paramount carelessly did not preserve.


The KB is a little bit like this... 

Gratuitous extra Clara...

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Saturday, 29 January 2022

Mabel undercover... The Floor Below (1918), Daan van den Hurk, Nederlands Silent Film Festival

 

She was born knowing more about comedy and comedy routine than any of the rest of us ever learn... Charlie Chaplin

 

It says in the programme notes for the NSFF that Mabel Normand is sometimes considered the female Chaplin but, given that she, along with Henry Lehrman, directed the Kennington clown in some of his first films in Hollywood – his Tramp persona first appearing in Mabel's Strange Predicament (1914) – maybe Charlie was the male Mabel? He certainly respected her abilities as the above quote suggests. This aside, there’s no doubt that Normand was one of the most successful directors, writers and actors of the teens who, according to Adela Rogers St. Johns would have been a success in any era of film.

 

By 1918 Mabel had moved into features and produced the biggest grosser of the year with the uproarious Mickey. This was the last of nine features Normand made in 1918 and The Floor Below was the third and it comes in at almost 78 minutes compared with Mickey’s 93 and Wikipedia’s 60?! It was considered lost for a long time until being rediscovered "in the estate of a Dutch collector" by the Nederlands Filmmuseum in 2005 – they also found Gish and Valentino’s Beyond the Rocks there too. It was screened at the NSFF and now again after restoration in 2018 and it looks great.

 

Amabel Ethelreid Normand aka Mabs

Given how few of Normand’s features survive, we’re very lucky to have The Floor Below and, whilst it’s not as good as Mickey, it does show another side to Mabel’s performance with less slapstick and more acting with expressions that almost never fail to remind me of Stan Laurel: direct to camera, a crestfallen look, a sniff, the edge of tears, hands moving helplessly as the hopelessness of her situation overwhelms. It’s impossible for the audience not to respond with sympathy and once she’s got you, the laughter’s not far behind. And, in this case, it’s definitely Stanley who’s the male Mabel… he copied her without much doubt.

 

There are many of these jolting moments in this charming if slightly predictable and film… and the spirited orchestral score from Daan van den Hurk uplifts the film with emphatic force, picking up on Mabel’s energy when the narrative slows and making the audience feel like we’re as invested in this story as much as our great grandparents would have been. Writing about the 2007 screening, Jay Weissberg essentially saw Clarence Badger doing the same thing by allowing Normand’s fun-loving personality to shine through. Goldwyn Studios were rapid-prototyping Mabel to be a more dramatic star and this was very much a work in progress… which is fascinating in itself.

 

Mabel plays a cheeky (natch) copy girl at a big American newspaper, she’s called Betsy Donnelly (oh, those Oirish!), name shortened to Bep probably because she has plenty of pep! We first see her shooting craps with the elderly delivery boy on the floor behind her desk as the rest of the floor is busy and her boss, the publisher (Willard Dashiell) is discussing a recent spate of robberies on Madison Avenue with his ace reporter, Mr Spitsfinder (Romaine Callender – nothing gets past him). Spitsfinder bemoans the lack of police cooperation as his boss hands him a piece describing the detectives as helpless against the “bold and shrewd” criminals who seem to be one step ahead, possibly using inside knowledge.

 

Louis R. Grise, Mabs, Willard Dashiell and Romaine Callender

The Police suspect that the mission house of the rich but benevolent Hunter Mason (Tom Moore), The Good Harbour, could be the heart of the operation. The boss tells Spitsfinder to stay close to the police station in case anything breaks. Meanwhile in editorial, the paper’s agony aunt, Florrie Fredericks aka Janus Stuppel (Louis R. Grise - I think) is involved in a running feud with Bep! Things get out of hand after she starts reading out his latest advice in mocking tones only for the Publisher to crunch his chewed cigar in her general direction prompting one of those “Stan Laurel” moments as she turns on the waterworks, dabs her hankie to her nose, forgetting that’s where she’d hidden the dice…

 

“…and it will prevent thousands going into poverty and crime.”

 

Meanwhile, at The Good Harbour, “the one bright spot in a drab part of town”, designed to assist “derelicts”, we find the good Mr Mason stopping off on route to the opera, to explain his plans for expansion to his mother (Charlotte Granville) and his Uncle Amos (Lincoln Plumer). They’re impressed but his fiancée, Helen Harrison (Helen Dahl), “a designing woman, who looks from the man to the fortune beyond…” is most distressed at the inhabitants and looks down her well powdered nose at the whole enterprise… We’re even more sure she’s a wrong un when she goes downstairs and immediately embraces Mr Hunter’s PA, Monty Latham (Wallace McCutcheon). Such wicked folk, clearly intent on making bad with Mr Hunter’s fortune in their different ways. As Helen buries herself in Monty’s arms, two strange men poke their heads in only to be moved on by a wave of his hand.


Helen Dahl, Tom Moore, Charlotte Granville and Lincoln Plumer
 

“You’re all wrong Hunter! Once a crook always a crook… Environment may keep ‘em straight, but they all fall when tempted…” warns Uncle Amos, almost quoting from Tory Party literature. Hunter makes him a wager of a thousand dollars that he can straighten out even the finest thief…

 

Meanwhile Bep pushes her foe too far and temporarily gets sacked before being selected as exactly the right person to go undercover with the Hunter’s to find out who’s doing what to whom and why after Spitsfinder overhears a suspect being interrogated by the police after arrest at the Good Harbour and who has plans of the Vandervent building – the next robbery? To be honest… this is as clunky as it reads and there were probably more elegant ways of getting Mabel into position…

 

If only we had and inconspicuous person who wouldn’t arouse suspicion…


Florrie Fredericks vs Bep!

She affects her own introduction after one last confrontation with the male, pale and stale agony aunt which leads to the police being called and her scaling the side of what turns out to be Hunter’s mission house… She bumps into him and their chemistry begins as a cop pursues her into the Mission and she asks Hunter for help; he duly obliges. For Bep this is the chance to get the dirt on the Morgan operation and for him it’s a chance to win his bet with his uncle for Bep is surely the “fine thief” he was looking for to reform. A position of mutual mistrust, but clearly something more as Bep makes him a fine breakfast after a night kipping on the couch.

 

Spitsfinder is delighted with this fortunate event and tells her to sit tight and dig in to understand which of the party is involved, convinced that Hunter Mason is somehow involved Cue Mabel as the fish out water in the family mansion as he tries to make a lady out of her. Cue also a thousand expressions of disquiet and comedy outrage… as the cultural cringe unravels and haughty Helen and mendacious Monty are exposed by Bep’s pep!


Mabel is given plenty of opportunities to improvise her way towards a more disciplined persona and as Jay says, director Badger allows her the room to do this. It’s a compelling watch because of Mabel but it’s also still entertaining as a cultural and crime caper after the twists and turns of the opening half. Normand looks to have already transitioned to a subtler comedic actress and that’s no surprise given her first five year were not just with Mack Sennett but also DW G.

 

Mabel gives us The Look

Another important part of the Normand legacy from when she was up there with Mary, Lillian, Norma and Gloria and full props to Daan van den Hurk for the colourful score which even online, made this feel like a real event; one of the highlights of the online festival.

 

* Adela Rogers St. Johns, quoting from a conversation with Charlie Chaplin in Love, Laughter and Tears. My Hollywood Story, Doubleday & Company, Garden City, 1978, p. 69.

 

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