Showing posts with label Lissy Arna. Show all posts
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Sunday, 31 August 2025

The Rabmadár Redemption? Slave Bird (1929), with Elaine Brennan, Bonn Silent Film Festival 2025


It happened in the women’s prison on the evening of 26th May…

  

Slave Bird aka Rabmadár aka Prisoner No. 7 is frank in ways that might surprise modern viewers as much as contemporary ones and was, as a result originally banned by the Hungarian authorities until its success overseas led to a re-release. It’s depiction of human and criminal relationships, together with some audacious nudity and inferences of non-conforming sexuality, would never have made the screen pre- or post-code in the United States.

 

A co-German and Hungarian production filmed in Budapest and directed by Pál Sugár and Lajos Lázár, it begins with two dynamic sequences that set the scene in imaginative and purely cinematic fashion. The action starts in a court room in uproar with a lone figure working his way through a crown of people and running to a telephone booth calling his newspaper: I’ve got it… the first report on the lawsuit against the doctor! There follows the flow of news as his report is transcribed, edited and then typeset and proofed before being printed on huge Linotype off-set printers and emerging as newspapers – hot metal headlines!

 

According to Dr Janka Barkóczi, as quoted in the programme notes*, the editorial office of Az Est newspaper were used for these scenes with the - domestically well-known - journalist and poet Lőrinc Szabó is seen working on the story, subbing and proofing, adding an element of reality to the film’s mix of documentary and melodramatic technique.

 



Waves of cyclists distribute the papers across the city as we catch a glimpse of the Az Est front page – in both Hungarian and then German (forgive my translation) - Prisoner No. 7 Not crime but humanity.

 

The Doctor talks. Violent sobs frame her revelations. A great brave woman's heart triumphs over the rigid letter of the law.  … public opinion unanimously demands (leniency).

 

The subtitles of the Bonn streaming version didn’t include all of the text and only flashes of the newspaper’s coverage but I wanted to see what the Hungarian and German audiences saw… who is this mysterious Doctor and what has she done to invite legal process and such overwhelming sympathy. It’s an unusual start to a film that embellishes its relatively simple story with a good deal of sophistication and meaningful under-currents.

 



A flashback then to the women’s prison on 26th May and as we travel across the city the camera fixes on the outside of the jail and then, through iron bars to a circle of women prisoners taking exercise under the watchful eye of a guard before walking back to their confinement, silhouetted against the fading light as they and us are incarcerated within the brooding misery inside. The Doctor is played by the elegant German actress Charlotte Susa who also sang opera (another Silent Multi-tasker) and enjoyed a long career in her home country although having gained an MGM contract she failed to develop a career in Hollywood. She mostly playing femme fatales and here she is cast in a romantic role – with full meaning - as the Doctor who cares perhaps too much for the prison inmates.

 

She is especially concerned with Anna, prisoner number 7, played by Lissy Arna another German actor and one who did work in America providing voice-overs for German films. She is exceptionally good here as the subject of wrongful imprisonment, taking the rap for her lover’s crimes and in frequent close-up demonstrating the misery of her choice and the anguish of lost love. She wants to put things right and make sure her man is following the straight and narrow – her sacrifice must not be in vain. But, as Anna’s plaintive eyes look tearily out of the bars on her cell her vision of her love Jenő becomes reality for the watching audience and in ways that make us pity her even more. The film’s pacing is impeccable.


Charlotte Susa

 

The second we see Hans Adalbert Schlettow (here as Hans Adelbert von Schlettow) as Jenő we know that Anna’s in trouble… is there anyone else who could play such a dastardly and apparently likeable rogues as Herr Schlettow? Nein, ich sage dir, tausendmal nein! The actor was often on the wrong side of the cast as seen most recently in Bonn’s streaming of Song (1929) with Anna May Wong**and he’s also familiar from Die Nibelungen (1924) and Anthony Asquith's A Cottage on Dartmoor (1929). Here he is superbly full of himself, preening at the mirror and then effortlessly charming the women around him… all with a twinkle of devilment in his eye.

 

He has already cast a spell on the innocent “Birdie” (Ida Turay) who believes it’s true love but is quick to work on the new maid (Olga Kerékgyártó) who he spies on in her underwear, and he also keeps a close watch on the Manageress (Mariska H. Balla) casting avaricious eyes at her safe.

 

 Hans Adalbert Schlettow and Olga Kerékgyártó

I don’t know why you are so interested in prisoner number seven… she’s one of hundreds of thieves.

 

Back in prison, the Doctor is in her rooms watching her pet bird in its gilded cage and no doubt drawing the same allusions we do before she is called to Anna’s aid in the night. But Anna is only feigning sickness, she wants the Doctor to let her out for just one night, and, as she asks “… isn’t there someone you can’t live without?” But, as one of the guards (Szidi Rákosi) has already said about the Doctor, she not only has her favourite but “modern concepts of incarceration”. Whatever the reasons, she agrees to swap places with Anna and the young woman escapes dressed as the medic and makes her way to the hotel where her Jenő works.

 

But in the hotel, things are about to take a dramatic turn as a striking new guest arrives, a beautiful “artiste” from Paris played by El Dura who is described as a “native Creole” on IMDB and as an actress and revue dancer. The term was used to cover those of mixed race and originally of European (mostly French or Spanish) or African descent born in the West Indies or parts of French or Spanish America. Whatever, it is good to see her given such a meaty role and, once again, not an opportunity afforded in Hollywood. She is playful and quickly gets the measure of Jenő who is clearly out of his criminal depth.

 

El Dura getting the measure of her man...


He runs her a bath and hopes his charm will win her over but he’s left imagining her getting undressed with a split screen showing us his febrile inventions in graphic detail. I’m not sure if this brief nudity was left in the original re-released version or inserted back during the restoration but it certainly shows Jenő’s mind-set and contrasts painfully with the realities of prison and Birdie’s cosy fantasies.

 

As she keeps Jenő at arm’s length, the two hatch a plot to rob the hotel, with the head waiter distracting the manageress as the dancer grabs the contents of the safe… and, it would have worked as well if not for the appearance of Anna… but there are more surprises in store as the film’s main narrative streams meet in a powerful swirl of unexpected emotions.

 

In addition to the outstanding cast, the film is enlivened by state-of-the art cinematography from Hungarian József Bécsi - worked on many of the early films of director Michael Curtiz - and the experienced German Adolf Otto Weitzenberg. Anna is filmed from overhead during crucial moments in her cell whilst their cameras frequently follow the movement of the players just as effectively as the close-ups that reveal the emotional nuance of the main players.




The spirited improvisations from Irish pianist Elaine Brennan, recorded live during the screening at Bonn, also ran so smoothly with the narrative and the emotions on screen. I think this is the first time I’ve heard her work and look forward to hearing more – accompanying a two-hour film on the fly, especially one as unusual as this, is no mean feat: you need a wealth of melody and compositional agility to tell the tale of steadfast Anna, faithless Jenő and the Doctor whose compassion may redeem everyone.

 

The film was long considered lost until an incomplete copy was passed from a Dutch collector to the National Film Archives of Austria who, with The National Film Institute Hungary in Budapest, were able to complete a fuller restoration in 2023 after the missing parts emerged. The film is now some 2171 metres long, almost complete. The news broke in Hungary in 2023, online as well as in print… we’ve come a long way from hot metal but hot news remains the same!

 

I hope to see this film on British – or Italian – screens soon!

 

Lissy Arna

 

*Dr Janka Barkóczi, nfi.hu, 11 December 2023


** Song is due in London at the BFI in September with Stephen Horne accompanying!!


She knows why the caged bird sings...



 


Monday, 14 October 2013

Live cinema… Harbour Drift (1929), with Stephen Horne, London Film Festival

Lissy Arna
Back before Blu-ray, VHS or Betamax had even been invented, people had an altogether more transitory relationship with cinema, you had to go out and watch it and once the release had finished, hope to see your favourites again at cinema clubs or, latterly, on TV… Can any of us really remember a time when cinema was mostly unavailable, long gone and an experience only relived in memory not on Memorex?

After a thoroughly absorbing 94 minutes watching Harbour Drift almost my first thought was “when’s the DVD coming out?”… now maybe that’s just me, but it’s a very modern instinct: storing any experience is a way of retaining it (and yourself) for longer. But doesn’t this take the edge off? Isn’t watching a film once every bit of an in-the-moment performance as the superb multi-instrumental accompaniment of Stephen Horne?

Hamburg provides the harbour
Thing is, currently there are no plans for a DVD* and so my relationship with Harbour Drift is entirely of that moment, sat in Row J Seat 15 of the BFI 1 cinema at the rain-sodden London Film Festival… As passing acquaintances go it was a rich and enjoyable one.

Of course, another aspect of the watcher relationship to cinema is that so many films were lost after their intended function was fulfilled. Harbour Drift was nearly one of them and was only recently restored to something like completeness – minus a few metres cut by the censors of “man kissing woman erotically…” as revealed by the lady from the Bundesarchiv-Filmarchiv, whose print it was.

Fritz Genschow
Originally entitled Jenseits der Straße - Eine Tragödie des Alltags, for the English it became Harbour Drift: a Tragedy of Everyday Life and it is a wonderful mix of high-silent technique in terms of cinematography, direction and performance. It’s the kind of film that got lost in the stampede of stilted sound films in spite of looking much better and meaning far more.

Directed by Leo Mittler, it’s an everyday story of life on the edges showing the struggle to break free of poverty even at the expense of others in which love can happen but only thrive if luck intervenes at the right moment. It was a product of the Prometheus Film company and is not as overtly political as that association might suggest: it observes and lets the viewer draw their own conclusion.

Mitter does, however, wear his influences on his sleeve and in addition to the heralded Russian influences of cross-cuts and speedy montage; you could also see aspects of von Sternberg’s docklands and the desperate shadows of Murnau, Pabst and Lang…

Paul Rehkopf
The film starts with the ugly contrast between wealth and youth…an old letch ogles a pair of young legs catching furtive glimpses through a newspaper reporting tragic stories of passing interest: more transience… and a call to the viewer to not walk away from the message.

“Millions of newspaper copies every day. Hundreds of thousands of notices … every day. Hundreds of thousands fates … Who gives these any thought between coffee and cigars?” intones the first inter-title, and, as the corpulent old businessman considers his approach, we catch site of just one of these stories involving an old man…

The film takes us back to a knee-high view of a busy street as the local legs go about their business.  The camera moves along to alight on the source of this view, a beggar, hunched against the side of building - Paul Rehkopf. We’re also shown one particular pair of high heels marching back and forth, their owner is waiting for customers and the going is not good - Lissy Arna.

Suits you, sir...
Into their life falls a string of pearls, dropped by a busy, bright young thing en route to somewhere better. She snarls at the old beggar as he tries to return them and then he decides that he should keep them… Unbeknownst to him the girl has been watching things unfold, making her own calculations.

The beggar returns to his ramshackle harbour side barge and shows his booty to a young unemployed man he shares it with - Fritz Genschow. The two hide the precious find away for a rainy day.

Meanwhile the girl seeks out help from a local fence known as The Receiver - Siegfried Arno. He’s a nasty piece of work who holds court in a seedy bar near the docks, protected by a sailor - Friedrich Gnaß.

Lissy Arna and Siegfried Arno
These lives begin to intertwine, driven by fear, lust and greed – against all the odds love blooms but is it a luxury these poor people can ever afford?

The film is packed full of superb shots - both interior and locations sequences are so well composed and great credit must be due to cameraman Friedl Behn-Grund who also helps mash together the high-speed montages when the young man fights the sailor and towards the film’s climax.

Leo Mittler had theatre experience but I believe this was his first feature film. He does exceptionally well as do his leads. Siegfried Arno is calmly sadistic whilst Paul Rehkopf plays the old beggar like a man struggling to awake from the nightmare of slow decay. Fritz Genschow is perhaps the closest the film has to a hero and his glances at a girlish neighbour show how naïve he may be.


Lissy Arna makes the greatest journey though even though she may end up exactly where she began… she’s street smart but lets her heart go to her head – will she be lucky?

I was struck by a moment when the girl is first making her way to the docks in search of the beggar’s lair, she walks down a narrow street and scrawled on the side of a door is a swastika. This is the Weimar Germany in 1929 but there was a sure signal of the change the Republic’s economic disasters were to partly enable. They could not have believed it at the time but far worse was soon to come for those who clung to life on the harbour side…

Paul Rehkopf and Fritz Genschow
Stephen Horne has been a long-time supporter of this film and it showed in his passionate and inventive accompaniment. He played flute, accordion and piano – sometimes at the same time - whilst also eliciting some intriguing sounds from the latter through use of an ordinary piece of paper… you really have to see/hear that one!

Together with Harbour Drift he helped create one of the best silent film performances I’ve seen this year: he has a habit of doing that!

Harbour Drift was shown as part of the London Film Festivals Treasures strand. I don’t know when it’ll next show up but until then, deprived of the opportunity to collect it, I’ll just have to remember it!


*Watch this space though… and if any film is worth watching repeatedly this is one of them, especially if they use Mr Horne’s score.