Showing posts with label Marcel L'Herbier. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 11 October 2023

Wakes Wednesday… Le Giornate del Cinema Muto 42, Day Five


Three piers, The Golden Mile, The Big Dipper, trams, a Tower to rival Paris, arcades and donkeys; even in it’s dotage Blackpool still defiantly breaks more hearts than any other UK seaside resort but, as we saw tonight, Llandudno’s subtle charms can compromise even the most careful girl. For, climbing the Great Orme, near the still-extant Victorian pier and staying at the Grand Hotel, where I worked two summer seasons as a student, Fanny Hawthorn risked her future with some posh fella on the lookout for more than fresh air and fun.

 

Maurice Elvey told the BFI in 1949 that Hindle Wakes was “the greatest play ever written” and one of the films he most enjoyed making and, in fact, he was so keen on Stanley Houghton’s play that he made it twice. This is more than just a “Lancashire film for Lancashire people” as the publicity had it, this was a liberating tale for all at a time of increasing class awareness and the growth of unions and the Labour Party. Houghton’s play was written just a year after the Liverpool general transport strike which, apart from causing Home Secretary Winston Churchill to send troops and a battle cruiser up the Mersey, did so much for union membership. My grandfather was a tram driver who withdrew his labour for the strike during which two men were shot dead and hundreds injured by the army.

 

Elvey had produced plays by Chekov, Strindberg, Ibsen and he was a trade unionist who would have identified with the play’s message of working-class independence. He also wanted naturalism in the film and both Estelle Brody and Peggy Carlisle spent time in a mill to learn how to properly look like they were doing the work and to understand the culture, Peggy was from Liverpool and would have known Blackpool well but Estelle was an American: welcome to the real Playground of the World!



 

Watching this new BFI 35mm print – a full restoration is apparently ongoing – the film stands out as one of the major works of British silent cinema because of the expertise with which Elvey controls character and the narrative. It may be a bit slow-paced for modern viewers but everything is there to serve a purpose and every character will have their moments.

 

Fanny and Mary – Peggy’s haircut is so darn sharp! – feel like modern women all the more surprising given the date of their origin, years before they could vote. The fact that Fanny feels confident enough to exert her right to independence against all odds, is one of the great feminist statements of British silent film. I love her strength and sass as she refuses to let the situation of her dalliance with Allan Jeffcote (John Stuart) and the instant respect from mill-owner Nathaniel Jeffcote (a very fine showing from Norman McKinnel) who recognises someone with drive and grit like himself. She may be a bonny lass Mr Jeffcote but she’s far too good for your Alan!

 

Similarly, Fanny’s parents are mini masterpieces of characterisation with Humberston Wright as her intelligent yet timid father and Mary Ault as her firebrand of a mother who eye’s her daughter’s transgression as an opportunity to be exploited and just will not be silenced about it, if only there was an audio recording of her improvisations! Mouth almighty as they’d say in Lanky!


John Stuart, Humberston Wright, Peggy Carlisle and Estelle Brody

The sequences in Blackpool are outstanding especially the footage of the Big Dipper – show the restoration in the BFI IMAX and there’ll be folk passing out at that.

 

It’s a film that strengthens every time I see it and given the politics of 1926-7 as well as 1912, it is simply a remarkable statement about ordinary people’s right to self-determination. Away with the old morality and guilt, time to stand up and play a bigger part.

 

The score was composed and conducted by Maud Nelissen and performed live by Daphne Balvers (soprano & alto sax), Lucio Degani (violin), Francesco Ferrarini (cello), Rombout Stoffers (percussions & accordion) as well Maud Nelissen on piano. In the catalogue she talks of how she researched locations and culture for the film, immersing herself in mill town history and the times of the annual wakes weeks when t’ whole mill shut down and the workers went off together in search of precious joy. On the evidence of this lovely, soulful score she’s now an honorary Lassie from Lancashire.



This morning there was more Harry Piel serving up top-notch entertainment with Der Mann Ohne Nerven (1924) in which der mann himself plays without fear and spends a good portion of the action attempting to rescue the beautiful damsel Aud Egede Christensen (future Mrs Piel, Dary Holm) from a runaway balloon flying high over Paris bumping into church spires and industrial chimneys. All starts with a bundle of meta-confusion with story is about a famous novelist and his new book, Der Mann Ohne Nerven which, it seems to me, suddenly takes to life as characters start to pursue the man without fear or perhaps that’s the book we’re experiencing.

 

Plot, who cares, it’s Harry’s World and we’re just watching it.

 

Mr Neil Brand accompanied as fearlessly as Harry, no safety net and with suspended chords chasing his balloonatic pursuit across the sky.

  

Jaque Catelain modelling the latest in lounge wear

More gorgeous Sonia Delaunay design next with Marcel L’Herbier’s Le Vertige (1926) (also entitled The Living Image but literally Vertigo, with elements of Hitchcock’s later film of the same title as Stephen Horne pointed out) one of his major films I’ve not seen and quite possibly one of Jaque Catelain’s best performances, as a baby-faced Ivan Mosjoukine as someone termed him. He plays two parts, a young Russian army officer who is killed by General Svirsky (Roger Karl) the horrendous husband of his lover Natacha (Emmy Lynn).

 

After the Revolution to couple relocate to Nic and taking a trip to Paris Natacha sees a young man, Henri de Cassel (Jaque Catelain again) who looks exactly like her dead lover. Stranger and stranger with some spectacular design, old jealousies are revived and history begins to repeat itself.

 

Stephen Horne supplied uncannily stylish accompaniment.

 

Eugen Klöpfer tracking Aud Egede-Nissen

I’ve also managed to avoid seeing Die Strasse (1923) another of the canon revisited stream which was a digital restoration with reconstructed titles and a mix of sources. Karl Grune’s film is indeed impressive in terms of cinematic technique as well as its pointedly political take on German life encapsulated on one street.

 

There’s a bored middle-aged man who definitely doesn’t work in the publishing industry (Eugen Klöpfer) who sets out for a walk on the wild side of his street, twirling his umbrella and feigning interest in shop windows* as he approaches the local sex workers. There’s some amusing interplay between one such woman (Aud Egede-Nissen) and this nervy punter, a dance she’s played many times before. As we later find out, she shares a house with a small child and a blind man played by the protean Max Schreck; two vulnerable people who exist in the criminal uncertainties of this low life.

 

The man finally bucks up the courage to follow the woman into a night club where his seduction and exploitation can be controlled, it’s a tense voyage into the underworld, with a dreamlike quality that doesn’t make the realities being dramatized any less pitiful.

 

Partners in crime Günter Buchwald (violin and piano) and Frank Bockius (hitting things) accompanied in fine style with so many hints of contemporary club anthems, Ain’t She Sweet being ironically right on point!


Obligatory banging on about Liverpool... 

*In one of the shop windows he passes by there’s an advert for The White Star Line including Liverpool as one of the destinations. The White Star offices still stands in Liverpool as does The White Star public house just off Mathew Street and The Cavern were fifty years after Fanny and Mary, girls went for a good time increasingly on their terms.


The wifi's decent as well...

Liverpool has some fabulous architecture.



Sunday, 26 November 2017

Wild at heart… Le diable au coeur (1928)


I believe it was George Harrison who once remarked, “she’s got the Devil in her heart oh no, no, no-oh…” but it might have been John Lennon? Here Betty Balfour, our own Queen of Happiness, is infected with the most spiteful of quick tempers and shows how her impulsive chaotic charm could be turned to destruct mode. The film’s translation reads as Devil May Care but I prefer The Beatle’s description… although I’m not entirely sure that Ricky Dee Drapkin had her in mind when he wrote the song.

Betty was 25 and at the height of her powers in 1928 with Mr Hitchcock to be her next director after Marcel L'Herbier. This film is a world away from the light comedies I’ve mostly seen her in but she plays well and dominates the film with eye-catching intensity. I wouldn’t go as far to say I don’t get what L'Herbier saw in Jaque Catelain but he’s slightly limited in comparison to the Balfour emotive engine. He’s so much a product of his director’s odd worlds that I can’t imagine him in a British film whereas Betty is positively protean with a cross-border and cross-genre appeal rivaled by very few.

It is not so much of a stretch to accept this tiny woman as a child as she is in the opening sections of the film. She is a tear-away, leading her parents a merry dance, not just with her maniacal brothers in tow but many other juniors from the small port of Le Harve in Northern France, the gateway to England should anyone want to go there.

Little miss mischief
Betty plays Ludivine Bucaille, “une fille étrange…” who is indeed a little beyond the usual as she drives her father Maurice (Auguste Picaude) to drink and her mother (Catherine Fonteney) to distraction. There are some convincing scenes of childish mayhem as Ludvine energetically marshals the local lads of misrule in endless japes, hiding from the police, trespassing and pretending to be handicapped.

Ludivine has still to understand the power she has over her surroundings and when she launches a cruel attack on the house of the Leherg family for no good reason other than their piousness, she causes more upset than she bargained for. They smash a window and the kids scatter as Mr Leherg (Roger Karl) and his young son Delphin (Jaque Catelain) come out to catch their tormentors. Ludivine is caught by Delphin and an instant flash across their eyes confuses her enough to wish both he and his father dead. The young fisherman exposed a weakness she was not expecting and as she spitefully tries to mask her romantic urges with distaste she protests far too much.

Jaque Catelain
Disaster strikes though when the Leherg’s boat goes missing in a storm. Everyone believes them drowned and Ludivine assumes it’s her fault and that she has wished death upon them. There is a very poignant scene in which the fishermen mournfully trudge from the dockside only to encounter Ludivine and her posse laughing and skipping without a care in the world.

The young woman’s spirits crash to earth and when, joy of joys, she finds Delphin alive and wandering in shock, she cannot do enough for him. He loses his mother soon after from the shock and is soon out of house and home but with no option but to leave. Ludivine persuades her parents to offer him board and cleans up their house, applying her energy with a new, more adult, purpose.

Balfour’s ability to switch from comic childishness to these more dramatic emotions is rare and she imbues even the most slapstick of moments with an edge; a twinkle in the eye that conveys joy and devilment. Her character is conflicted fighting a battle between denial and desire that can only end with her growing up.

Lauderin trying to impress Ludivine with his largess...
She meets her match when a showman, Pierre Lauderin (André Nox) comes to town with a gaggle of dancers and other performers. He calls her bluff and is more than amused to see how she responds. We’re unimpressed with his fascination with the girl and so is she.

Soon Ludivine’s not the only player struggling with integrity as her parents are made an offer they find hard to refuse by the scheming Lauderin who will clear their debts if he can marry their daughter. Ludivine’s ability to take offence leads to a pointless stand-off with the man she really loves, and she succeeds only in making things worse… The Devil is in her heart again and she will have to work hard to overcome the impact of her temper…


L’Herbier shows us gorgeous locations and this is as an emphatic a view of the natural world as L’Inhumaine and L’Argent are of the stylish built environments. We even get some typically flamboyant mise en scène at the port-side hotel at which the old lech is about the entrap his young prey… the huge deco space almost repels Ludivine as she longs for the salty freshness of her honest fisherman…

Then there’s the tunnel through which Ludivine must walk to reach the adult world of Lauderin’s show bar, the Eden, in which the men drink and where she finds Delphin making eyes at Thania (the aptly named Kissa Kouprine) and fighting with another man for her favour… It’s a passage to another world and one you need to navigate both ways. Again, L’Herbier’s design is around his emotional narrative and almost built form the characters outwards. Lauderin looms watching in the shadows behind Ludivine as she looks down on the unknown pleasures below.


Lauderin is a truly disturbing creation from Nox as he emerges to leer over the young woman. If the film is about her emergence from childhood, then he represents all of the darkness she must avoid… repeatedly using money – he offers her mock-beggars a twenty franc note on their first meeting – muscle and manipulation he’s a user and abuser. The wicked warlock to Delphin’s handsome prince: a shady character indeed.

After rebuffing Lauderin’s offer, Ludivine is then gobsmacked to see Thania’s delight at Delphin fighting for her… what a strange world it is and, indeed, continues to be…

The film's sets were designed by Lucien Aguettand, Claude Autant-Lara and Robert-Jules Garnier. The cinematography from Lucien Bellavoine, Louis Le Bertre and Jean Letort makes the most of the spaces, light and shade to create a complete world. Holistic L’Herbier.

This film is currently available on Vimeo and is a copy of the Archives Francaise du Film 2007 restoration with a zippy accompaniment from Pierre Mancinelli, Michel Peres and David Mancinelli, improvised and recorded in live conditions. It is to be hoped that it will get a proper digital release for the many Balfourettes who can't get enough of the lass from Chester-le-Street.

Friday, 3 June 2016

Art for art’s sake? L'Homme du Large (1920)


This film is based on a story by Honoré de Balzac and it’s interesting to compare with Victor Sjostrom’s treatment of a poem from Henrik Ibsen on a similar theme, Terje Vigen. There’s only three years between these two films which both have grizzled old sailors and a flashback structure explaining how they came to be so old and cold; locked to the rocks, eyes gazing ever seaward… Yet whereas the Swedish film is action-oriented and rugged, the French story is more mood-driven – the former turning poetry into adventure-narrative and the latter interpreting prose as poetry.

French cinematic impressionism… a loose movement including Gance and Germaine Dulac as well as L’Herbier, who all wanted cinema to make the most of its potential as an art in itself and not rely on literature, art and other disciplines and Marcel’s approach was to take from these others what his cinema needed in order to create something new: something musical.

Roger Karl
L'Homme du Large (Man of the Sea) is reputedly L’Herbier’s first major film – the earliest I’ve seen is his next but one, the splendid Eldorado – and it feels like it with a firm hand on the narrative tiller and elaborate title cards that show his interest in multi-media expression. This is a lot more deliberately artful than Terje Vigen but it’s not the better film, even though it is a very interesting one…

There’s plentiful use of cross-fades and double exposure as the director moves his characters’ thoughts around with measured assurance. He partly covers the lens to highlight a boat or a stroppy teen before revealing the full shot and frames his main performers centre screen as they experience the sea or the joy of a carnival. A split screen emphasises the different upbringings of a brother and sister whilst each has their own title card background – the boy a swirl of turbulent waters and the girl a floral illustration illustrating her qualities of unconditional love.

Siblings (and screen) split by parental expectation
To a polymath such as L’Herbier – trained lawyer, musician, playwright and poet – this all made perfect sense and his willingness to push the figurative boat out still wins over the battle-scared silent film viewer; this being the second time in a month I’ve felt the tears well upwatching a sea song…

The story begins with the dramatic appearance of Nolff (Roger Karl) a man in retreat from the human world, feared by his nearest neighbours and who has built his house on rocks far away from human safety – all the better to look at the sea: a force not of nature but of God in which he has entrusted his life. He speaks to no one, maintaining his unknowable vigil and yet a woman in white – a nun – walks through the village and towards him…


The screen blurs (a device he will use often in Eldorado) and the greying old man is now seen in his youthful vigour returning from a fishing trip to greet his wife (Claire Prélia), daughter and his new baby boy. He takes the boy and holds him up to the sea: a blessing, a baptism and a promise that one day he will work the waves in the same way as his father.

The boy, named Michel, grows up under his father’s guidance to become Jaque Catelain whilst his sister, Djenna, guided by her mother’s more enriching and compassionate hand, is Marcelle Pradot. Michel is a sneak and, given too much credit by his father, has grown with no moral compass – which is, yes, a poor state of affairs for a sailor. But, more than anything, Michel is repulsed by The Sea and recoils from the very thought that he might follow in his father’s footsteps.

"A life on the ocean wave!"
Michel is far more interested in the world of men and longs to explore the adult pleasures of the city encouraged by his ne'er-do-well mate, Guenn-la-Taupe (played by an impressive newcomer, Charles Boyer, who I predict will be a major star).

Matters come to a head at Easter as the family prepares for the service and the fair Michel and his pal plan to hit the town and visit the club at which actress-dancer-escort Lia (Suzanne Doris) will be performing: a faraway look in Michel’s eyes pictures both the lads looking on as Lia reclines…

Pictures of Lia... Guenn-la-Taupe and MIchel imagine...
Djenna arrives to try and persuade Michel to join them but he only turns up later immediately in search of a sub from his tolerant father. At the fair Djenna dances with a handsome sailor whilst mother persuades Michel to dance with her. She has a dizzy turn and falls and yet, as the family care for her, Michel is dragged away by Guenn-la-Taupe – he is weak and the lure of Lia is just too much even if he does sneak a peek from on high to make sure his mother is alright.

Easter Parade
Yet Mother is far from alright and is seriously unwell: the story comes to boiling point over a fraught section in which L’Herbier cuts repeatedly from his mother’s distressed state to Michel’s drunken adventures in the club. It’s a very effective juxtaposition which brings home the enormity of Michel’s betrayal and, as he gets drunker and chaos descends, things are about to get worse…


As she pleads for her son to return Djenna goes to fetch him but as soon as he has agreed to leave and come home he is persuaded by Lia to stay… On a promise Michel chances his hand as Lia’s lover dozes in alcoholic stupor only to be waken as the young man makes his move… there’s a fight and in a flash Michel stabs him.

Michel sees red...
Spoilers…

Nolff has also spent the night away and returns from fishing to learn the news – he bails Michel out but by the time they get home, mother has died…

Now, you’d think this would be a sobering lesson to the lad but it’s not long before he’s stealing the money left for his sister in order to buy some time with Lia. Nolff discovers this and after a furious chase… drags his son home to discover the full, devastating depth of his betrayal.


What is there left but to let The Sea decide on Michel’s fate: his father binds him in a net and casts him adrift aboard a small rowing boat soon lost in the waves… Is that the end of things only the woman in white holds the answer as we turn full circle and the beginning is revealed by the ending.

Summary…

L'Homme du large is full of lovely images and well-constructed visual continuity with cinematographer George Lucas working some intricate contrasts between light and shade as well as capturing the harsh majesty of the Brittany coastline.

Charles Boyer and Jaque Catelain
L’Herbier was to work with both Jaque Catelain and Marcelle Pradot many times: the later becoming his wife and the former a collaborator (co-editing here) as much as a performer. I find Catelain an odd presence sometimes, his boyish features so unusual for a leading man – being in the same frame as Charles Boyer doesn’t help – but he works well in his director’s world.

Roger Karl has an epic face that expresses monumental emotions whilst remaining as enigmatic as the ocean – his character’s masculinity undermined by pride and the inflexibility of those who have seen only their way work. What else could he have done for his son?


The film is available as part of a compelling “twofer” pack from Gaumont including Eldorado and is essential if you like French silent style with its pretentions and careful artistry. It comes with a fresh orchestral score composed Antoine Duhamel that may or may not contain elements of La Mer and which matches the film’s beats impressively throughout.  It’s available direct/via FNAC or from Amazon.

God's in there somewhere
Claire Prélia and  Marcelle Pradot
George Lucas' delicate contrasts
Michel hides from his family
Charles looks cool
Djenna's future is foreshadowed
A den and some rather unusual iniquity...