After breaking through in Hollywood in the teens, Evelyn Brent subsequently found herself on the stage in London where her genuine American accent helped make her a bit of a star. She performed in a number of West End productions before getting involved in the murky world of British cinema.
In 1921 she headed to Europe to make an Anglo-Dutch drama
Laughter and Tears (Een lach en een traan in dutch but most
certainly not Circus Jim as both IMDB
and Wikipedia wrongly assert) which, thrillingly, features location shooting in
both Paris and Venice.
Adelqui Migliar and Evelyn Brent |
A British silent from 1921 you say? Can’t be much cop can
it? Well, it’s not a classic but it is very enjoyable not least for those
glamorous backdrops but also for the hints of Bright Young Thing hard-partying.
Then there’s Miss Brent, her face slightly fuller than in her von Sternberg
films but with that famous profile, the infamous sulk, those piercing eyes all
much in evidence.
She is the standout performer in the film as director B.
E. Doxat-Pratt gives her plenty of close-up as well as walking shots as she
drifts, wrapped in darkened shawl along the Champs-Élysées or down canal-sides.
She also laughs and not in a world-weary or loaded way… but then she is meant
to a bohemian sprite, an unaffected creature of pure and simple emotion.
Out come the feathers! |
But that’s not to say that we don’t get the sharper end
of Brent’s acting personas… that comes in force as events progress. Maybe this
is one of those secret origin stories…I mean, we even get a glimpse of feathers
as broken-hearted Brent turns nasty.
“Masks and their
grimaces are oft-times the mirror to the soul beneath…” the title cards are
a tad full of themselves but this is a cautionary tale about the perils of
absent-minded Bohemia although, to be fair, it’s the guy who sells out to The
Man – or in this case The Wo-Man – who harshes the bohos’ mellow.
The gang disturb the artist not at work |
After some establishing shots of Venice, we’re taken to
the apartment of the impoverished artist Mario Mari (Adelqui Migliar) who is
starved of both food and inspiration…. An acute overhead shot then shows the
arrival of a boat-load of colourfully- costumed characters. A Roman general
turns out to be Adolpho (E. Story Gofton) one of the scene’s leading lights – a
lover of fine wine/women and so forth.
Also in tow is the Squirrel Painter Georgio Lario
(Reginald Garton) dressed as a Pierrot, the Futurist composer Ferrado (Bert
Darley) who borrows as much from his rich uncle as from Beethoven, and then the
zestful Zizi (Maudie Dunham).
Don't stop the Carnival |
Mario doesn’t want to be disturbed, he just wants to
paint but… sooner or later he will succumb to the 24 Hour Party People and so
it is that we see him join in with the annual Carnival. But, the party isn’t
really for him until and nor should it be according to Georgio for whom the
Squirrel is more important than the undeniable distractions of the fairer sex.
Pierette comes between the painter of squirrels and his pal's dedication |
Mario may be in total agreement but the second he sees the
electrifying free spirit in a clown’s costume who is Pierrette (Evelyn Brent) all
that will change. She talks of love without consequence with loyal friendship
over-riding all. She is a pure soul seemingly living these words and Mario
can’t fail to be attracted to someone who embodies the potential for freedom
that Bohemia promises but rarely delivers.
He follows Pierrette out into the night and their course
is set. They begin living together – one of the reasons the Roman Catholic
Church advised people not to see the film* – gold dust in PR terms even then!
Pierrette works as a milliner whilst Mario gets his mojo
back, but not in a George Osborne way: he starts to do good work! His new
painting Laughter and Tears (see!) will be his masterpiece and it is born out
of his relationship with Pierrette.
But, when the Laughter
and Tears wins a prestigious competition the painting is very quickly on
the wall… as Mario is lauded by the arts establishment and finds his excitable
lover an embarrassment in comparison with the cool sophistication of Countess
Maltakoff (Dorothy Fane).
Laughter and Tears, the painting |
The Countess insists that he comes to Paris to paint her
portrait and there are juxtaposed images of her wandering her elegant gardens
fixating on her new conquest as Mario and Pierrette share an awkward evening
with their band of bohos.
Mario tries to sneak away to Paris and to leave some
money to ease the pain of splitting… he’s a darned cad and he knows it and it’s
just his bad luck that Pierrette arrives home early so that he has to explain
to her face. She doesn’t want his money, she only, for some reason… wants him.
But off he goes with a series of diffident shrugs to fame, fortune and the
vampiric grip of the Countess Maltakoff.
The lady is a vamp... |
The others try to cheer Pierrette up but she cannot live
without her painter and sets out north to win him back. Meanwhile Mario is
finding live under the Countess less pleasurable than he’d hoped as she pushes
him to complete a rather uninspired portrait – interesting how poorly it
compares with his award-winner; good detail from the director.
Pierrette bumps into an old friend in Paris |
In spite of this, Mario can still not accept Pierrette
back into his life and sends her away yet again… but this is Miss Evelyn Brent
you’re dealing with pal and naturally she is now given to revenge. The feathers
come out and an “old friend” Captain Lombardie (played by the director himself)
turns up as her new love.
Consumed with jealousy, the title cards are triumphant:
“Hell hath no fury like a man who has got what he deserved” and Mario descends
in the madness of bitter regret… we all know what’s coming next or do we…
you’ll have to find out for yourself as I couldn’t reveal a secret gifted
in such confidence.
Consumed with jealousy, Mario can only see Pierrette in the eyes of her new lover |
As you can tell from the screen-shots, I watched the EYE
copy on their YouTube channel which is in decent quality but it would be
splendid to see all this projected on screen and an accompanist could have some
real fun with the BYT’s bacchanal!
*Fact courtesy of Lynn Kear’s fab biography of Evelyn Brent…
copies still for sale from Amazon and elsewhere.
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