"I enjoy making
people laugh… this type of work comes
easiest and most naturally to me, I am not a highly emotional type….”
Constance Talmadge was one of the most energetic of silent
film actors, with clear, open expression, and in possession of two of the
biggest, loveliest, eyes in Hollywood. She is my abiding
performance memory from Intolerance
as she ripped into every opportunity she had to make an audience connection
amongst Griffith’s sprawl.
Publicity still from Her Sister from Paris |
She was a natural and even without the connections to her
savvy sister Norma, would have made it on her own and probably in any era. Yet,
Intolerance aside, did Constance ever
make any really great movies and, as to a lesser extent with Norma, is this
perhaps the reason why the once mighty Talmadge brand has faded more than
others who were at their level in the middle silent period?
This is an over-simplification of course, but perhaps we
should remember some actors because of their fame and contemporary position as
much for the modern appreciation of their creative output? Perhaps we need a
more historiographical view?
Account must also be taken of the actor’s
professional self-awareness: Constance knew very well what she had to offer and, given the
level of success she enjoyed, that was what she set out to achieve, even if the
quality of ideas was sometimes illusive…
"…it is
exceedingly difficult to get exactly the kind of comedy I especially want. I
want comedies of manners, comedies that are funny because they delight one’s
sense of what is ridiculously human in the way of little everyday commonplace
foibles and frailties – subtle comedies, not comedies of the slap stick
variety."
Constance in Blue Book
of the Screen (1923)
Here are two examples of her early twenties output that
reflect the impact decent material and support could have on Constance’s energy
levels.
The Primitive Lover (1922)
Directed by Sidney Franklin from a Frances Marion scenario
based on Edgar Selwyn’s successful stage play The Divorcee, The Primitive Lover allowed the 23 year- old actress (and producer) to show an innocent, dreamy
side to her persona as she graduates from spoilt, indecisive, fantasist to a
woman of resolution.
Constance plays Phyllis Tomley who opens up the film
imagining an extended fantasy in which, marooned at sea on a raft with just a
goat and cake for provisions, accepts all too readily the sacrifices of her
male protector as he throws himself overboard so that she and her fiancé may
survive.
Constance and Harrison Ford |
She awakens from her reverie as we discover she was reading
the closing stages of her former lover’s book, The Primitive Lover. She turns to her down at heel husband, Hector
(Harrison Ford) and asks if he would love her enough to sacrifice himself?
She’s bored and spoilt and Hector doesn’t really know what to say or do: he’s a
drip.
Inexplicably, Phylis forgives Donald and rather turns on
Hector who, rather decently volunteers to stand aside so that the two can be
married. Game over and it’s not even half time… except it isn’t and Hector, in
spite of going through with the divorce is inspired by a non-nonsense multiple
bigamist Indian Chief (Chief John Big Tree) to hatch a plan to either win back
his wife or at least prove her “primitive love” for Donald.
He ambushes them on their honeymoon in the Wild West and
forces them to live in a shack so that Donald can prove himself the man he
wrote he was… Aided by the Chief he sets them tasks and all is going amusingly
until real trouble arrives. Who’ll be man enough for Phyllis when the chips are
really down?
The Primitive Lover is
entertaining fair allowing the three leads enough room to get some laughs at
each other’s expense. It is, of course, roaringly un-PC in “new money” but does
make fun of the pride and prejudices of both sexes. Constance is a little
constrained by the formula though and doesn’t quite raise the bar to her usual
level.
Her Sister from Paris (1924)
With a crisper script and better supporting actors –
including herself – Constance does much better in Her Sister from Paris.
She plays Helen Weyringer in a stale marriage with Joseph
(Ronald Coleman – hard to imagine I know…) but she just won’t party like she
used to and he still wants his fun. Coleman’s great: a slightly-more
substantial John Gilbert with more than a hint of “cruel” and who would go on
to have success into the talkie era.
Helen and Joseph's domestic strife... |
Joseph confesses his frustration to his friend Bob (the most
excellent George K. Arthur – last seen on this blog trying to ride a bicycle in The Wheels of Chance) and spying a
picture of a beautiful French actress very similar to how his wife used to
look, resolves to head off to find her in Paris…
But the actress isn’t French and she’s also Helen’s twin
sister, only distinguishable from her sibling by a beauty spot on her cheek,
cropped blonde hair and a much higher energy reading.
As chance would have – dash it all! – Helen is also en route
to Paris to seek sisterly solace and explaining all to her twin, Lola aka La
Perry, the showgirl hatches a plan to teach wayward Joseph a lesson!
George K. Arthur and Constance |
So it is that Helen has a Lola make-over and plays at being
her sister for her clueless husband. Will her old man start an affair with the
woman she thinks she is or will he come to his senses and realise that he needs
to take as much responsibility for the good times he feels he’s missing with
Helen.
It’s classic farce but smartly directed by Sidney Franklin
and so very well played by the two Constances, Coleman and Arthur. It’s not a
major movie just the kind of film that entertained a lot of people a lot of the
time and you know that can’t be bad.
Decisions, decisions... |
The Primitive Lover is available from Amazon on a cheap but OK DVD
from Alpha Home Entertainment whilst Her Sister from Paris
is available on Kino DVD in a double bill with Her Night of Romance, also with Mr Coleman and of which more later...
I’ll leave the last words to Constance, she and Norma both
knew what they could offer: “My sister could cry real tears over two sofa cushions stuffed into a
long dress and white lace cap, to look like a dead baby… That is real art…
…in my way, I
take my work quite as seriously as my sister does hers… One must leave a great
deal to the imagination on the screen… so, like the cartoonist, I try to
emphasize the salient characteristics, which, of course, in my particular work,
bring out the humorous side of the person I am portraying."
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