Sunday 30 June 2024

Re-building Jerusalem… Ingmarsarvet (1925)/ Till Österland (1926), Il Cinema Ritrovato XXXVII


These films were screening as part of the Gustaf Molander strand featuring seven of his works from the silent era to the fifties a period of huge change in the Swedish film industry. Indeed, in his introduction, Jon Wengström of the SFI, talked about Molander’s two films adapting the bulk of Selma Lageröf’s Jerusalem as representing perhaps the last echoes of the golden age of Swedish cinema before so many major talents left for Hollywood. Fitting then that these should be about an attempt to find the promised land by a group of swedes not all of whom thrived once they arrived...

 

Till Österland (1926) with Neil Brand


Starting at the ending, Till Österland (To the East) the fourth film adapted from Selma Lagerlöf’s two-part epic Jerusalem which was published in 1901 not long after she had visited the Holy Land. A Swedish-Soviet-German co-production it featured extensive location filming in Jaffa and Jerusalem as well as Borane, Dalarna in Sweden in order to replicate the sweep of the author’s themes of love, land, faith and fortune.


It’s quite astonishing that what remains of Till Österland include some of the film’s major dramatic turns and takes us to the emotional finale. The first reel is entirely missing but all of the title cards survive along with about a quarter of the moving images for which we should be very thankful were spared by the Gods of Silent Cinematic Destruction… As a consequence, the relationship between the leads is very well covered with pleasing amounts of Mårtenson, Hanson and Hasselqvist performance time there to bring something I thought I’d never see to a very satisfying close.


Lars Hanson and Ivan Hedqvist

The film quality is also very fine indeed for this restoration/reconstruction which was completed only a few weeks ago, and matches that of the first film – in fact it’s colourways were used as a guide to re-tinting the almost-complete Ingmarsarvet (1925). You never know what to expect from this kind of recreation and it was a series of surprises as the parts of the film you most hoped still survived, kept on appearing; the main human story felt emotionally intact!


We also get to see some of the excellent cinematography of Julius Jaenzon - as well as Carl-Axel Söderström – given a totally different landscape to capture. For the man who shot so well against the Sun in Victor Sjostrom’s first adaptation of the work, The Sons of Ingmar (1919), it was indeed fascinating to see.



What’s missing would appear to be more coverage of the events in Jerusalem where the colonists struggle to survive in the unfamiliar conditions although it is very pleasing to see Lars Hanson actually in the Holy Land and the recently-added “Whirling Dervish” scene adds so much weight to the realisation of who the man who looks like Jesus really is. That said, Lagerlöf had described an altogether more brutal story:


“This is the Jerusalem of soul-hunting, this is the Jerusalem of evil-speaking, this is the Jerusalem of lies, of slander, of jeers. Here one persecutes untiringly; here one murders without weapons. It is this Jerusalem which kills men.”

 

Lagerlöf had made the same arduous journey to the Holy Land in 1899, inspired by the migration of 37 Swedes from the village of Nås in 1896. According to Swedish writer, Ingrid Carlberg, their photographs can still be found in the American Colony Hotel along with Selma’s. Reviewing the book in The Independent, Carlberg tells of the impact Lagerlöf’s “effortless storytelling” and prose had on her and, of course, being a Brit, I’ve previously had to rely on Velma Swanston Howard’s contemporary translation which has had mixed reviews in terms of its maintenance of authorial respect. That said, the story is still compelling and at times you’re wrong-footed by the shifts in tone, the magical reality and the visions that may or may not be real.


Mona Mårtenson


From this reconstruction we don’t see the broader struggles of the Dalecarlians community who left for Jerusalem at the end of the previous film. The first part of the book is merciless with characters being bought to life only to be extinguished by the heat, the light, shame and starvation. One man dies in disappointment after the golden vision of Jerusalem he saw on first arrival is not matched by the reality of dirty streets, beggars and lepers. Gunhild, one of Hellgum’s early converts, suffers after the group are demonised by other missionaries, who view them as immoral for their refusal to sanction marriage. The shame reaches back home where her mother dies in grief leading to the young woman’s decent into misery, she is soon gone herself, faith ill-rewarded. Hellgum himself is barely mentioned now that they are where he asked them to go and Conrad Veidt was also absent from the film which was made back-to-back with the first.


The leader of the mission is an American woman, Mrs Gordon, who, in the book, was inspired to form the new faith by the sinking of L’Univers, not Hellgum as in the film. She is based on Anna Spafford, the wife of a well-to-do lawyer and Presbyterian church elder, who was travelling to Europe on the SS Ville du Havre with her daughters when it collided with another ship and sank, with Anna being one of the few survivors. The Spafford’s established a Christian utopian movement eventually travelling to establish a commune in Jerusalem where they hoped good works would hasten the Second Coming of Jesus. They were treated with suspicion and they did indeed encourage the exodus from Nås. Truth is stranger than fiction, even Selma’s.


Gertrude is nursed back to health by Ingmar’s cousin  Hök Gabriel Mattsson, (Harald Schwenzen), who has held a candle for the schoolmaster’s daughter even since he attended her father’s school. He doesn’t think he has a chance, assuming Gertrude still loves Ingmar, and yet she has moved on from her old passion ever since her vision of Christ and their arrival in the Holy Land. The two form a close bond but Gertrude doesn’t want to be unfaithful to her Lord and Hök doesn’t want to get in his cousin’s way.

Mona Mårtenson, Jenny Hasselqvist and Ivan Hedqvist


Back home and Ingmar has grown to love his wife Barbro (Jenny Hasselqvist who relishes the chance to play this complex character) whilst at the same time being bound to Gertrude by his promise. Barbro has revealed herself to be a forgiving and principled individual who not only is beloved by the peasants of Ingmar’s Farm but also provides financial support for the family of the man who jilted her. She too feels a responsibility to Gertrude and wants to divorce Ingmar so that he can be with her.


That unbearable moral conundrum at the end of the first volume and Ingmar’s Inheritance has twisted itself even further out of joint and there’s a tremendous tension in the final furlongs of the narrative as each character slowly understands the reality of their feelings for each other. Selma is not going to let any of this go though and there’s an excess of human complication which she and now we can see, Molander, makes light work, which in comparison with Sjostrom is really his stock in trade!

 

Neil Brand gave the film full cinematic themes and dynamics, it must be so hard to accompany a reconstruction like this with the moving picture sections suddenly shifting to extended intertitle or stills but Neil held and enhanced the remains and played a significant role in making it feel like a whole film again. He’s had some considerable practice at this sort of work and it showed in emphatically stirring ways!

 

Mona Mårtenson and Conrad Veidt

Ingmarsarvet (1925) with Andre Desponds and Frank Bockius 

 

I’ve written about Ingmar’s Inheritance/ Ingmarsarvet (1925) before but this is much longer than the film I saw at 114 minutes as well as being tinted and looking, post digital restoration, as good as it’s done since the initial release. It really does support Jon Wengström’ s suggestion that this was the last of the “golden age” with a clarity and depth of detail that allows the audience to appreciate the landscapes – so important to the story after all – as well as the players. In terms of the source material, Sjöström followed his author’s text more closely and made two feature films out of less than 105 pages of Jerusalem whereas Molander crafted one from the remaining 240 of Volume One and another from the 400 of Volume Two (see above) including adding some of his own inventions.


Ingmar’s Inheritance (Ingmarsarvet) steps back a few chapters and starts with Strong Ingmar (Ivan Hedqvist) taking young Ingmar (Arne Lundh) to the death bed of his father and telling him of the family’s ranking and importance. Elias (John Ekman) is married to Karin Ingmarsdotter (Märta Halldén) and his decent into an abusive alcoholic wastrel is shown again but, unlike book and Sjostrom film, he causes his own demise by riding his trap too hard, hiding what remains of his wife’s wealth – little Ingmar’s inheritance - in the pillow on his death bed.


The years pass and Ingmar (now Lars Hanson) is fully grown and a teacher at the school run by Schoolmaster Storm (Nils Aréhn), looking longingly across at the old homestead, which is managed by Karin and the man she was always destined to marry, Halvor (Mathias Taube). Ingmar himself has his eyes set on Storm’s daughter Gertrude (Mona Mårtenson) who is almost despairing of his romantic instincts until he agrees to accompany her to the village dance. At the dance, Ingmar impresses not only Gertrude but Strong Ingmar who challenges him to honour the family traditions of farming and hard work. He takes him to the fast-flowing river at Langforsen’s Gap and persuades him to build a sawmill there which he can use to make a fortune and thereby buy back the family farm.


Conrad Veidt, for my daughter the film's standout performer. Yes, ahead of Lars!

Across the village, the faithful have gathered to pray, not dance and Pastor (Albion Örtengren) leads his fragile flock in hymns and routine religious rhymes at the missionary house. A storm is brewing and will bring unexpected fantasy and glamour in the form of Conrad Veidt’s wandering preacher, Hellgum, who takes refuge from the wind and rain and immediately takes command of the pulpit. In the book Hellgum is married to one of the women in the village but here he is more sensationalised with a not entirely trustworthy magnetism and religious passion – I’m not sure that Selma would have approved; her Hellgum is far subtler. Still, this is Conrad Veidt, and he’s absolutely the man for this gig and plays the febrile duality for all it’s worth every second on the screen as the “lone wanderer who brought a message from the Holy City of God…”


Meanwhile, the storm begins to terrify the revellers at the dance as Strong Ingmar talks about the myth of the wild hunt of Odin come to reap the souls of the unwary and Molander indulges in some very folkloric fantasies as ghouls, gods and wild animals sweep unnaturally through the woodlands. Ingmar returns and looking from the window appears to see the ghost of his father looming large in the darkened sky telling him to honour the family traditions.


Conrad Veidt, Märta Halldén and Mathias Taube

It is a very effective change in pace and signals Ingmar’s pursuit of both his family farm and Gertrude’s love as well as the beginning of Hellgum’s religious conversion of many in the village. The storm stops as Hellgum speaks – is he/isn’t he a prophet? - and he tells them of the faith that will bring safety during the storm… a new belief he acquired during the sinking of the liner Universe. This is another well-directed segment and harrowing still as men try desperately to pull women and even children off the lifeboats after the ship goes down, there’s little nobility on show and the fight to survive is grim.

 

Hellgum volunteers to jump off the lifeboat to save the women and children and survives after a vision from God showing that unity, brotherhood and sacrifice will save the world. He is moved to gather brethren and follow a path to a life in Jerusalem in a new Christian community. Undoubtedly, the notion of powerful new faith was something much closer to the contemporary audience, indeed, Lagerlöf partially based the story on an emigration that took place in 1896 from Nås in the Dalarna County.


Mona Mårtenson and Lars Hanson

Ingmar and Gertrude are much more convincing to modern eyes in their love and in his desire to restore his birth-right. But the path to true love must never run smooth and, as Ingmar is off building his water mill, Gertrude attracts the not entirely holy interest of Hellgum…  Once again Strong Ingmar is on hand to set things in motion and after he warns Ingmar, the young man races back home to confront his sweetheart. He duly gains the wrong impression and appears to have assaulted Hellgum only for the preacher to explain that Ingmar fought off two attackers. Ingmar forgives Gertrude’s momentary doubt and their balance is restored but for how long?


The story turns as Karin, so practical and therefore previously resistant, is cured of her unexplained inability to walk during one of Hellgum’s gatherings at Ingmarsfarm… she agrees to sell the farm to fund the Hellgumists’ exodus to the Holy Land thereby leaving an opportunity for Ingmar to buy back the family farm. Sadly, the farm is slightly out of his price bracket and it is here that we find Sweden’s multi-talented superstar Jenny Hasselqvist as Barbro the daughter of rich Berger Sven Person (Knut Lindroth) who was once a farm boy for the Ingmars. Barbro has been disappointed in love and looked on with considerable interest in the direction of Ingmar, so Dad does what all fathers might and offers to loan Ingmar the money as dowry for Barbro’s hand in marriage.


So now we have a classic Lagerlöf moral conundrum and Ingmar is not just driven by familial pride, he feels a responsibility to all those workers on the farm, especially the elderly who look on him with pleading eyes as he wrestles with his conscience. If you don’t want to know the result, please look away now.


Lars Hanson. Ingmar imagines...

Spoilers!!!


Ingmar follows his head and not his heart and, although neither solution would give him peace, he feels he has betrayed Gertrude who is devastated. His ensuing wedding with Barbro is not a happy occasion and he can barely look at his new bride, but his misery is about to be compounded as his former love, flees to the woods in desperation, has visions of putting his eyes out in revenge before seeing a vision of Christ and undergoing a conversion.

 

The real kick in the tale is when, seeking rest at a peasant’s cottage, Gertrude sleeps on a pillow bought at auction from the Ingmar’s Farm… she finds the money hidden by Evil Elias and a note explaining that it’s Ingmar’s inheritance. In a heart-breaking final meeting, Gertrude calls Ingmar away from his wedding to tell him that she has transferred her love to Jesus and that she has found his money. Realising that this find could have enabled him to have his love and his farm, he collapses in a sad rage… but the worst is that Gertrude is in a rapture beyond his earthly love.


Lars Hanson and Jenny Hasselqvist


So, we see various conflicts, Ingmar’s love for Gertrude and for the land, his true inheritance is farming and not necessarily the farm or money. He makes most sense as a many working the land as he will prove in the final part. His inheritance is also steadfast loyalty and a willingness to do the right thing. He faces tough choices but I couldn’t help but think of the more complex world that would arrive in the future. In capturing the way of life in old Varmland Lagerlof and her directors were unaware of the biggest challenges of the new century; you wonder what happened to the Ingmars in the time of mechanisation and the post-industrial world?

 

Taken together these two films come in a 114 plus 42 minutes so just over two and a half hour combination; it would make for an interesting screening with a break in the middle perhaps. Here excellent accompaniment was provided by Andre Desponds on piano and Frank Bockius on  percussion; the two under-pinned the lyricism and romance whilst also driving beats into the more dramatic passages. Frank demonstrated elsewhere his command of tone and tempo and here he was a gift for yet another piano player!

 

Congratulations to the SFI Jon Wengström and to Magnus Rosborn who worked on the Molander as well as Jörgen Viman who did the same for the Stiller!

 

For more information on Selma's trip to Jerusalem there's an interesting post on the National Library of Israel's The Librarians' website from Hadar Ben-Yehuda.



Jenny Hasselqvist



Tuesday 25 June 2024

Ekeby at last! Gösta Berling’s Saga (1924), with Matti Bye, Eduardo Raon and Silvia Mandolini, Il Cinema Ritrovato XXXVII

 

"Finally, the vicar was in the pulpit..."


Sometimes at these festivals your day is done after you’ve just seen something that resonates with such force you don’t want to spoil the mood or otherwise break the spell that was so brilliantly cast by the film and musical accompaniment. So it was that I retired to just stay as long as possible in the moment of having just seen and been seen, by Mauritz Stiller’s magnificent adaptation of Selma Lagerlöf’s epic novel. Now, I’m not saying the film is perfect in fact there’s a reason he was no higher than her second or third favourite film director of the Nobel Prize winning author, but like Heaven’s Gate, Greed and several works by Monsieur Gance – one of which was frustratingly counter-programmed against this one… - the ambition wins you over along with incredible performances.


Lagerlöf’s name is on the film after, against her better judgement, she signed off on Stiller and Ragnar Hyltén-Cavallius original script which changed during production; she called the result “cheap and sensational”. The film takes considerable liberties in its mash-up of the novel’s narrative with some events happening at different parts of the arc and to different characters and, indeed buildings… Characters are changed with Gösta himself much more charming – how can he fail, he’s played by Lars Handsome? - whilst Countess Elisabeth is not quite the strong character she becomes as she leads the fallen priest towards a better, humbler life. She’s played by Greta Garbo of course in her first film, yet to master her craft and here just 19 and about to learn very quickly in Hollywood.


Needless to say, the Majoress and Marianne are women of agency in both, with the latter pushing Gösta away, refusing his offer to stay with the woman who has lost her beauty after smallpox although Jenny Hasselqvist still looks wonderful to my eyes. More than ever though this screening showed the Swedish Sarah Bernhardt, the great Gerda Lundequist, in full force as Margaretha Samzelius, the Major’s wife and mistress of the estate of Ekeby in Varmland. She has the most expressive face and know exactly how to play for the camera with delicate hand movements and shifts in expression that bely the fact she only made four films. One of these, One Night/En Natt (1931) was shown as part of the Gustaf Molander strand and she is fabulous too in a smaller role; along with Bea Lilley in Exit Smiling, her display in Gösta is one of the greatest of those who only made a single silent film.


Gerda Lundequist


Selma’s women are so strong – as you’d expect from her own life story – and this is one of the most fascinating aspects of this epic, so many female characters are creating their own direction, making their own mistakes and standing up for what they believe in… which raises the question, was Selma Lagerlöf “woke”? She was certainly a force to be reckoned with and a pioneer with a big prize to prove it!!


The magic realism of the novel is dropped almost completely in favour of the pure drama and the poetic world created by Lagerlöf is given less room for melding myths and legends with the characters such as Sintram, the cavaliers… dozens of finely wrought episodes punctuate the main story with meanings only emerging from within the text as you search for the link. Lagerlöf was so adept at subtext but also so disciplined in building the “spirit” of the book; the place and the people of Varmland are vibrantly interconnected in ways that are frankly still inspiring. *


Now then, back to the digital wonders on screen, this latest version from the Swedish Film Institute is not just a restoration of Gösta but a remix and extended cut being not only some 20 minutes longer than the 1975 restoration which most of us have only seen up till now via the Kino release, but also in a different narrative order with the party sequences and their two exiles are re-sequenced and there are variations elsewhere, with a more dynamic mix for the burning of Ekeby and Gösta’s rescue of Marianne, a longer intro and new intertitles that carry more of the original author’s poetic wonder.


Lars/Gösta and Jenny/Marianne (after the ravages of smallpox)


Never has the camera work of the great Julius Jaenzon looked so fine from the gorgeous sweeps of the lakes and forests to the shots on set and the performer’s expressions. It’s the quality this film deserves and to be able to focus on individuals’ emoting is a delight with Jenny Hasselqvist and Lars Hanson being, in their own ways, two of the most talented of all silent actors, the former all force and subtlety and the latter bringing her world-class balletic movement and grace to the fore along with a remarkable ability to radiate changing emotions through very controlled raising of the angle of her face, a flash of the eyes or hands raised in grief.


As with the original release, the film was split into two parts with Matti Bye’s specially written score forming the basis for extemporisation with Eduardo Raon on harp for the first part and Silvia Mandolini, on violin, for the second. Eduardo has been a feature of this edition of Il Cinema Ritrovato and his use of effects peddles brings a whole range of tonality and atmospherics which served the statelier pace of the first half. Silvia’s violin could have been played by the demonic Sintram himself for the fiery climax and the iconic chase across the ice as wolves pursue Gösta and Elisabeth was breathless before the piano and strings played out an inspiration and elegiac conclusion.


For a film I’ve waited a decade or more to see online and a restoration I first heard mentioned in 2018 in Pordenone… there was a lot at stake; I set bad personal expectation when I had a Lars and Gerda t-shirt made for the occasion. The SFI delivered though as did Stiller, the film and all his cast with the aid of these three musicians. Selma might not have completely approved but this film is part of her living legacy and I hope it, along with other famous works from Stiller and Sjostrom especially, along with the two Molander films screening later in the festival, will see interest in her work increase.


As the authorial voice at the end of the book ponders… “the giant bees of Fancy have thronged about us… but how they are to enter the beehives of Reality is surely their own affair.”


Make of that what you will dear reader.


Hang on lads, I've got an idea...

 

*Translating in words and film

I am basing this on a reading of the most recent translation, the first in a century, from Paul Norlen – previously awarded the American-Scandinavian Foundation Translation Prize in 2004 – who is closer to the spirit and intent of the original work than contemporary translators such as the well-intentioned but over fussy and interventionist, Velma Swanston Howard.


In terms of filmmakers “getting” her work, according to Paolo Cherchi Usai in The Oxford History of World Cinema, it was the author’s admiration for Sjöström’s films that led her to sign over the film rights for all her books to Svenska Bio and he adds that the director “found in her work the ideal expression of the active role played by nature in the destiny of characters torn between good and evil.”


Greta in glorious tints!!
Lars in even more clarity

Even more snow for Jenny

Sadly that inter-title has been changed... 



Friday 14 June 2024

Call her savage? Hula (1927), Taylor’s Version


"You look like Clara Bow

In this light, remarkable

All your life, did you know

You'd be picked like a rose?"


Clara Bow by Taylor Swift

 

I have to be honest, I don’t really know how much research Taylor Swift has put into the life and career of our Clara Bow especially when she follows up with a pre-chorus about a small town girl seeing the lights of Manhattan – Clara was a Bronx girl but here is inspiring others be they star-struck young women or the men who wish to exploit them and her. She was a good bet for the money men and the studio system already well set in place and one of the first "sex symbols" opening the way to Harlow, Monroe and beyond.

 

There are similarities with the music business a century later and a bruising process Swift has seemingly surpassed being even herself the victim of exploitation and bad deals leading to her re-recording a number of earlier albums. Women, then and now are encouraged to be “marketable” and as Taylor’s chorus reveals:

 

"This town is fake, but you're the real thing

Breath of fresh air through smoke rings

Take the glory, give everything

Promise to be dazzling"

 

Clara was nothing if not dazzling and as the all-conquering Swift well knows… that’s what you need when you are It! But when you are so dazzlingly The Thing, clearly the business of show may eat you up and it's difficult to draw the exact lines between the stars eventual mental illness which even her wealthy husband was at a loss to contain and her early years in and out fo Hollywood. That said, she was obviously a victim of her success in so many ways but able to walk away at a time of her chosing, movies still doing well, to start her family.


Clara dazzles

Clara came from the slums and, after winning the Fame and Fortune acting contest in 1921, was to become perhaps the pre-eminent sexual star of the twenties in Hollywood making mostly run of the mill films like this one, Call Her Savage or the superior Mantrap (1925) which emphasised her punk energy, wild beauty and not inconsiderable acting talent. Bow was an exceptional “emotion engine” able to shift between happy and deep sorrow, with tears, in a matter of a few frames. Her abilities partly drew on the tragedies of her impoverished background – a friend’s death in a tenement fire being her constant aide memoire for this misery business.

 

She made around a dozen films a year very few of which could be classified as classics – It (1927), Wings (1927), the afore-mentioned Mantrap and, probably also her first talkie The Wild Party (1929) directed by Dorothy Arzner who was very sympathetic to her star who showed she was more than capable of transitioning to the talkies. At this stage in her career and especially without the foundation of stage training, she couldn’t have wished for a better ally than Arzner – now there is someone who needs a song! Bow made another ten talkies, most of which were hits, before retiring in 1931 after marrying Rex Bell and starting a family.

 

You could argue that Clara emerged reasonably well from her decade in the spotlight but her early years had been ruinous and she later succumbed to mental health issues lacking the caring hinterland and wealth of Swift’s modern entourage. But, when she shone brightly there were few to match her and she elevates even Hula through her magnificence…as, indeed, she was expected to do with all of her rapidly produced films: she was worked so hard in the silent era.

  


Directed by the Victor Fleming, and based on the novel Hula, a Romance of Hawaii (1927) by Armine von Tempski, Clara features as the unruly Hula daughter of a Hawaiian planter, Bill Calhoun (Albert Gran) who just loves to party along with the island’s smart set. Hula meanwhile prefers the company of the locals and her “uncle” Edwin/Kahana "a half-Hawaiian ranch foreman" (Agostino Borgato) who has been her "nursemaid and bodyguard sine her baby days..." and she much prefers their more balanced existence with nature. This of course fits in with Clara’s persona of “natural” and wild, even if that would sometimes involve more over racial coding as Call Her Savage based on Tiffany Thayer’s frankly barmy novel about mixed race – one of his favourite subjects if anyone remembers Thirteen Women and Myrna Loy’s character and motivation.

 

Hula is certainly running wild here, opening the film skinny dipping in a pond and giving the audience what it wants in a film that Fleming makes sure covers as much of Clara Bow as possible. Clara is helped into her tight jodhpurs before racing on horseback to the party being held by her parents in their grand house with the local notables. One man, Harry Dehan (Arnold Kent), bets that he can make her get off her horse and join them inside by luring her with a present but she just rides inside and escapes with his bet lost and present in hand.

 

She may be only just turning 18 – Bow was 21 during filming – but Hula knows what she wants and is struck by the arrival of a “young” British engineer Anthony Haldane (Tufnell Park’s Clive Brook who had just turned 40), on the island to make his fortune and find a new life away from his wife Margaret (Patricia Dupont) and a marriage that is dying from indifference. As is the way in these films, the cultural and age differences count for little when two characters are destined for each other and the two are soon in Hollywood love as Hula’s inner flames melt his frozen heart of empire.


Clara and Clive

But there is just that one big complication and jealous forces, there are always jealous forces in these films, here the widow Mrs. Bane (Arlette Marchal), act to encourage Margaret to try and rekindle their relationship with Anthony’s hard work seemingly about to make him a fortune. She clearly has no idea that she’s up against a force of nature…

 

Clara’s spirit rises above the limitations of Von Tempski’s source material, in this case Doris Anderson’s adaptation and Ethel Doherty’s scenario, and she holds up the whole film especially as Brook, fine actor though he is, has very little to work with. He’s much better suited to the more cerebral Evelyn Brent on Underworld and he can’t match the Bow energy or, indeed, youth. Von Tempski is an interesting woman in her own right having been born in Maui, the daughter of a Polish ranch manager and ended up running a ranch with her sister before moving to the US and marrying a man 15 years her junior… someone should make a film!

 

Overall Hula, as presented in decent quality on the Grapevine Blu-ray – a bit murky in parts but very watchable – is good Clara fun but it does feel as though the more interesting edges of the story have been knocked away to free up the screen for the actor’s greatest hits in terms of expression, bodily exposure and plucky resolve to get what she wants. Clara had that in her films even if it was harder in life.

 



Taylor’s song moves on to Stevie Nicks and then, surprisingly, to herself as she fully recognises that she too is now the It girl and the template the industry wishes to replicate with another who fits the mould. Clara, Stevie and Taylor though, I think they broke that mould when they made these three, whatever the efforts to monetise their natural talents, all three are impossible to replicate; there’s never been a Taylor Swift before just as there’s never been a Clara Bow before or since.

 

The fact that Ms Swift can include herself in this company says it all about the self-awareness and power she now has in contrast to so many who were used and suffered for their fame. Taylor’s version of Clara is therefore smarter than men of my age might otherwise assume; she recognises the energy and the singular presence of the first It Girl choosing to ignore circumstances that were beyond her control. It’s a celebration as much as a warning to those who the business will try to shoe-horn into those broken moulds.


Only when your girlish glow

Flickers just so

Do they let you know

It's hell on earth to be heavenly

Them's the breaks

They don't come gently…