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Sunday, 25 January 2026

Lost and found… The White Heather (1919), SFFP with Stephen Horne


This is a rediscovered film and there is no more pleasant watch than seeing something that, until 2023, was considered gone for good and yet, here it is, looking wonderful with restored tints, a ghostly crispness and accompanied by Stephen Horne on top form accompanying himself. I’d previously seen it in Pordenone at Il Cinema del Cinema Muto in 2024 and now it is available for all to see streaming from the splendid National Film Preservation Fund website: a gift to the film community and one we must not only celebrate but support (donation details at the bottom).


Watching the film in luxury of this Englishman’s castle, with a single Bolonoodle dog standing in for the Duke of Shetland’s lurchers and more self-service than he’d have been used to from his various servants in his grand Scottish caisteal, I was struck by the excellence of Director Maurice Tourneur’s framing and the dynamics of shots in which his human components are moved with such interest and effect. As Dick goes in search Captain McClintock there’s the profile of an older woman against an arch and as our hero proceeds, figures walk towards him staggering…. At first I thought it was my mate Colin’s Dad getting arrested yet again on Liverpool’s Dock Road after closing time but, similar sailors, different port.


Frame that and put it on your wall.

Every scene is like a painting for Tourneur… albeit with moving parts and whilst the camera is mobile there are so many tableaux that catch the eye such as the hunting party sequences and the vivid, recreation of the Stock Market with sunlight casting beams over a frenzied floor of traders pushed to the limits, investments going up in smoke as the dealers chomp hard on the cigars of defeat.


Based on the play of the same name by Cecil Raleigh and Henry Hamilton which opened on Drury Lane in 1897, with multiple scenes and a running time of some four hours including a climactic underwater sequence in which two divers fight to the death. I would love to know more about the stage technology of the time but clearly putting on a spectacular show was key to success then as now and it ran for years on Broadway as well as in London. The reviewer in Punch 2nd October 1897 was impressed, if sardonic (hi bro’!), remarking on the “capital dialogue (when not melodramatic)…” of the new drama at the Old Drury Theatre which combined with the “smiling villainy” of Mr Henry Neville and the musical accompaniment of Mr Glover in the orchestra, was encouraging packed houses: “nightly, a congested district”…

 

Mabel Ballin roamin' in the gloamin'...

Also praised was “… the admirable acting of Mrs John Wood, which is beyond all praise” and, hinting at the technical side of things suggesting that “Were all the iron-work machinery to collapse (as in fact it did one night and the theatre had to be closed), the drama could go on as its mainstay, its chief support is Wood…” The review mentions the White Heather was seen to ascend heavenwards “quite a wonder of the deep!” and the villain played by Neville ends up attired in a diver’s attire… his huge diver’s helmet and mute demise raising a few titters before the hero despatches him with further blows and a dramatic flourish. It must have been some spectacle but we have a film to consider and this is right up Maurice’s waterway!

 

Kate Rorke played the heroine in the Drury production – “self-effacing with not much to say…” and Mr Neville, played Lord Angus Cameron. In Tourneur’s film we have Holmes Herbert as Lord Angus Cameron and Mabel Ballin as Marion Hume and, as luck would have it, having not much to say is pretty much her advantage in this silent film, with the director focusing on her emoting as the extent of her betrayal is revealed.

Lord Angus promises financial ruin to Marian's father unless he keeps quiet...

The story is a mix of financial intrigue, the perils of marrying below oneself, the need for effective auditing and corporate governance as well as the dangers of marrying at sea, even if everything is above board and in accordance with Scottish Law. Against this is a good-hearted woman backed by an array of loyal friends and family although not all filial relationships in the film are unconditional, far from it. Ultimately it comes down to a battle beneath the waves as mentioned in the above play, this is a cinematic tour-de-force, with some realistic aqua-action and peril!

 

We start in England where the black sheep of the Shetland Clan, Lord Angus Cameron, has run his business into the ground. Initially you feel some sympathy for the man, especially when he goes to ask for help from his rich uncle, the Duke of Shetland who aware of his nephew’s wayward approach to fiscal irresponsibility advises that he really ought to marry a well to do lass of his own station before he could consider a loan. Luckily he has the exact person in mind and it’s Hermione de Vaux (a stunning but uncredited Gertrude Astor) who he offers to match-make.


Lady Hermione and Lord Angus - the ruling British oligarchy self perpetuates, comrades!

We quickly learn that Angus has already been married and to a lowly kitchen maid, Marion Hume, with whom he had an affair some years earlier and married her either before or after their child was born. Is Angus going to put love before duty and business or… is he just a lily-livered cad who will stop at nothing to save his own skin no matter who gets cast aside. Things come to a head on a hunting party when Marion and Angus’ child, a young boy, accidentally gets hit by some shot and his mother reveals all. Angus quickly denies it and Marion heads back to her home in London to consult her estranged father James (Spottiswoode Aitken)

 

Marion, why didn’t you tell me it was Lord Angus that you married?


Now this is a very good question and the young lady’s response is far from satisfactory as she agreed to the secrecy to prevent Angus’ relationship with the Duke from being damaged. The result cost her the good will of her father and, meant she had to find other way of bringing up their child – who is charming but surely in need of his father’s company, or perhaps not as things unravel…   There’s a court case but – darn it! – the couple were married at sea aboard a ship called the White Heather and only one of the two witnesses is possibly still alive to confirm either way.


A glimpse of the John Gilbert we know so well, just 21 here and playing his part

Marion has real friends though, both of whom love her so much so that Dick Beach – played by a very youthful and skinny John Gilbert – volunteers not to rest until he has found the missing witness, a Captain (Gibson Gowland later of Greed and very unsettling here as always). He sets off on a lengthy search of every bar in every port determined to clear the name and rescue the reputation of his secret love.

 

If I understand you correctly, shortly after the ceremony aboard the White Heather, the yacht sank and the evidence, namely the marriage record, went down with the ship…


If ever an intertitle had hard work to do, this was it as the stage is set for the dynamic second half of the story. There will be drunken sailors, double crossers and violence and there will be an epic underwater fight that still has us on the edge of our seats wondering how it was all done as well as how it will all end!



Stephen’s accompaniment is a rare chance to hear him play all of his instruments but separately with his score featuring piano, flute, accordion, electronic keyboards and more mixed into one piece. It is full of emotionally engaging melodies and manages to enhance the mood, appearing to be right inside the film as usual. The shared humanity of creatives split by a century of changes in circumstance and fashion if not the basic instinct to connect in sympathy. This music is archeological, patiently uncovering the original feeling of the film for those who are prepared to put down their phones to just watch, listen and understand.


It's easy to assume that history is what happens to ther people multiplied by time and technology but the persistent “now” can be viewed with such clarity through this restoration and listening to this music.

 

You can connect right here, right now on the San Francisco Film Preserve site!

 

The link for donations to this most worthy cause is to be found here.

  


About the Restoration – from the NFPF site:

Long presumed lost, a tinted and toned nitrate print of The White Heather was discovered at Eye Filmmuseum in Amsterdam in 2023. Because no original titles are known to survive, new English language titles have been created. The new text is based on translation of the Dutch titles and by referencing the script for the 1897 play, The White Heather, upon which the film is based. The title text was also reviewed in comparison to contemporary trade press sources, the United States copyright registration, censor records, and the published musical cue sheet. Title graphics and typography are adapted from the style of other films produced by Maurice Tourneur Productions in the same year. The colour tinting and toning reproduces the colouring of the original nitrate print. This restoration is a collaboration between Eye Filmmuseum, the San Francisco Film Preserve, and the San Francisco Silent Film Festival. It is made possible through the generous support of the National Film Preservation Foundation.

 

The Great Drury Lane Melodramatic Success... even in 1919 this was worth quoting!





Sunday, 16 October 2016

Magnetic Pola… A Woman of the World (1925), BFI London Film Festival with John Sweeney

Apolonia Chalupec - Pola to you
And now the end is near… last day of #LFF2016 and I’m torn between renewing connections with my family and the enduring allure of Pola Negri… Maybe just one more moment of silence with this uncanny woman of the World (I’ll do the chores later)?

I haven’t seen any of Pola’s American adventures and only know her from her Polish and brilliant German films so, Zukor and Lasky you better hadn’t screw this up!

I needn’t have worried… in the hands of under-rated sophisticate, Mal St. Clair, Pola shines: an uninhibited, burst of teutonic energy that radiates true even after nine decades. Bryony Dixon said that this was one of those films included in the Treasures strand simply because it’s fun and whilst this is undeniably true, there’s no denying that Negri is a world-class cultural treasure.

Smokin'
There’s no cheap tricks in Pola’s armoury only a free-spirited expression that almost seems to be non-acting and yet she can act and how. For every haughty puff on her cigarette – what can that all mean..? – there’s a moment of purely-human doubt and weakness. She may dominate the men around her but she is also painfully vulnerable in a way that Mae or Marlene never were. When Pola loses she gets hit hard and those huge dark eyes fill to the lids with bitter-sweet tears of despair.

The film’s great success is in throwing this European class into the culture of the mid-west. It’s a timeless contrapuntal device but one that is perfectly deployed by director St Clair. I loved his “touches” – two sherry glasses filled and partly drained for an illicit rendezvous, the balls of wool slowly unravelling alongside the gossipy rocking chairs on the porches of Maple Valley… it’s playful and subtle allowing the audience in on the joke rather than hitting them over the heads.

A picture paints a thousand title cards and in Miss Negri Mal had an actress who ramped that up to a million… She was a one-woman new media revolution – under-employed title writers must have been lining the streets in protest.

Holmes Herbert as the repressed attorney
Based on Carl Van Vechten novel The Tattooed Countess – the clue is in the title… - A Woman of the World begins with a broken heart amongst the cocktail classes of The Côte d'Azur. A young aristo is busily sweeping a young deb off her feet when his mistress, Countess Elenora (Pola) returns… He protests that it meant nothing but is despatched with a ripping of his lady’s portrait and a black-eyed stare.

To escape her humiliation, Elenora decides to visit her cousin on the other side of the World… but wherever she goes, she won’t be able to eradicate the tattoo on her forearm inked in her lover’s honour.

The scene shifts to that “Other side” and the mid-western town of Maple Valley where the big news is a new water works and a district attorney Richard Granger (Holmes Herbert) bent on cleaning the town up. Well, he’d already done that with the water, why stop there?

Cousins?! Pola and Chester
Improbably, Elenora’s cousin turns out to be Chester Conklin - Sam Poore one of the town’s upstanding citizens with a moustache to die for and a wife, Lou (Lucille Ward) fond of knitting on her porch and making sure that no local news fails to get passed on.

The town’s a buzz with the news that a European Countess is due to visit but the news has almost escaped Attorney Granger as he tries to shoe her out of town for the offence of cigarette smoking… I had no idea that cigarette holders were so closely associated with degenerate behaviour but Granger has a policy of sub-zero-tolerance. He changes his tune when he discovers who Elenora is and is humbled by her confusing mix of direct and in-direct sexual signalling. Who wouldn’t? No woman looked at a man quite like Pola Negri in 1925.

The cultural cringes grow more intense as Elenora meets her relations and is introduced to local society. St Clair handles this action and reaction with economy and the play on Pola’s free expression versus prohibition-era emotional control is hilarious.


There’s a running joke about her tattoo which begins with cousin Sam whispering to a neighbour, “can you keep a secret?” – she can’t and neither can anyone else: they all relish the scandal. One of the sweetest moments comes when Sam later tries to cheer up his dejected relation by showing her his tattoo: a steam train inked from one forearm back over his chest and finishing on the other… Now that’s a tattoo!

We now enter full rom-com as the Granger falls hard for the woman whose morals he can’t comprehend and therefore tries to exile. His young assistant, Gareth (Charles Emmett Mack) is despatched with flowers for Elenora but can’t resist her himself. His youthful play is blocked by the Countess only for Granger to see and get even more confused…

There’s a wonderful line from the conflicted Attorney along the lines of denying love through prohibition – he knows his moral stance is based on his self-denial. So it goes…

You want attitude?
You just hope that someone or something will shock him into just waking up! Cue Pola… with a whip.

Bryony was right (as usual): A Woman of the World is fun and is one of the most enjoyable films I’ve seen all year. The restoration is superb too and that, coupled with witty piano accompaniment from maestro John Sweeney meant my London Film Festival concluded on a real high.

Catch this film if you haven’t already seen it and hopefully a digital release will allow for more to be reminded of Pola’s grace and star power.