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Saturday, 10 December 2016

Keeping up appearances… Skinner's Dress Suit (1926), Kennington Bioscope with John Sweeney


“He enjoyed making nice medium pictures. Simply, easily, quietly.”   Reginald Denny describing his pal, director “Bill” Seiter.

Kevin Brownlow introduced this film – a print from his own collection - with a description of how he’d met its star Reginald Denny in 1964, many years after the British actor’s silent heyday and after decades of playing stock English characters in the talkies. Brownlow projected the film for Denny and his family and, despite the letters fears that the film might “creak” he was rewarded with an emphatically-amused response.

The same thing happened tonight aided and abetted by John Sweeney’s effortless period piano precision.

Skinner's Dress Suit is that rare thing a genuinely charming comedy featuring two vibrant leads – Denny and the lovely Laura La Plante who cut a rug almost as sharply as her platinum bob. In thrilling style, the two dance the Savannah Shuffle…. a variation on the Charleston – before leading a host of society types in trying to learn the steps.

Strictly Come Shuffling
Directed by William A. Seiter a keen golfer and close buddy of Denny’s the film never strains and the relaxed humour is testament to the compatible temperaments of both men: “we never had an argument, never a cross word, “he told Brownlow, “…and we always brought the picture in within budget...” Seiter was clearly a very able manager of time and people.

Denny plays Skinner and over-reaching and under-achieving office worker whose wife, Honey (LLP), keeps egging him on to get a raise. But Skinner not only doesn’t have the nerve he doesn’t really have the edge being walked all over by both his juniors and his superiors. Unable to tell Honey he’s been passed over yet again, he pretends that he’s had a $10 a week raise and the two start extending their credit starting with a party dress for her and a dress suit for him.

Both prove very useful after Skinner is taught the new dance craze, the Savannah, by fellow wage slave Miss Smith (a peppy Betty Morrissey) and simply everyone at the party they attend wants to learn it. Social mobility awaits but in keeping up appearances their credit gets stretched to the limit.

Laura La Plante and Reginald Denny
But gradually they are accepted by their snooty neighbours, The McLaughlin’s and are invited into higher society…

All comes crashing down when a major contract is lost and Skinner is the man to be let go… he hasn’t the heart to tell Honey as she entertains but has to fight off the repro men gathering for their furniture and the tailor who wants his fine dinner suit back.

There’s just one last chance… an invitation to the party of the season held by the Colby’s (Hedda Hopper and Henry Barrows) if they can make an impression Skinner could still save his social standing…Cue Mr Jackson (Lionel Braham) the man who withdrew his contract with Skinners firm and his wife (Lucille Ward) both eager themselves to get introduced to society… You can work out the rest but the story is so well pitched the resolution works as smoothly and reassuringly as you’d hope.

A really enjoyable mainstream slice of silent Hollywood and just the thing after my week of Vampire Counts and murderous priests!

Skinner negotiates with his tailor
On the undercard tonight was a selection of the really rare and fascinating a collection of unique 4k high definition scans of original nitrate prints made by Tony Saffery, taken from his personal collection. You’ll only find this kind of thing at The Bioscope folks… we are spoilt rotten!

Rambles around Mulhausen (c1920) was a genuinely stunning Pathecolour travelogue around Alsace and Sparta showing slices of the everyday in colour including folk dress that has “hardly the Bond Street flavour…” and a boy with a pig.

Adventures of little Nibs (1928) was a cartoon of Itchy and Scratchy style – bullets and brickes flying through the ultra-violent air of a city. Policemen are wanted “good pay, as long as you live” and Nib’s pal Mike gets a job meeting the height required thanks to a bump on his head.

The view from south, Mulhausen, Alsace Lorraine
The Makeshift Bedroom (1906?) was a bizarre Andre Deed short in which Mr Deeds lives in a bed in the street… Policemen tiptoe around so as not to wake him and street lights ae covered before everyone decides to chase him and he floats off into the harbour on his multi-purpose mattress.

LCC Housing campaign film (c1921) was a typically British public information film asking people to do their patriotic duty and buy binds to support house building. A surreal turn is made when two of the most famous people in the World, Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, join in the call… or at least their pictures do.

His New Cane (1912) This film is presumed lost in some quarters but here it was larger than life – a man sticking his walking device into others business until, again, there’s a huge chase…

Mr Deed in a spot of bother in a later film
Cinema Lake (1920) was a part live action/part animated oddity with a drawing board character erasing drawings and actuality alike: “Just wait till I take away Prohibition…” even now that’s funny!

London Wonder City (c1921) was indeed a wonder: The Guildhall, Mansion Houise, St Pauls and Fleet Street as well as Piccadilly Circus in colour at night..

Tommy Marries his sister (1910) involved the casual brutality of a small boy helping his sister marry the guy she likes and not the one she’s been given. Well done kid!

A mad-mixed bag and an excellent intiative to share and brought to life with skilled accompaniment from Meg Morley and Mr Sweeney.

Thankyou Kennington! See you in 2017!

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.