Showing posts with label Mauro Colombis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mauro Colombis. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 October 2022

A bird in the hand? Profanazione (1924-6), with Mauro Colombis, Le Giornate del Cinema Muto, Day Three


No, no, lo scandalo no! Per l’onore di Luciano! Per la sua felicita!

 

According to Angela Dalle Vacche, Lyda Gys “… specialised in positive female roles, playing naïve young women caught in evil webs and manipulated by family members and suitors…” * in which case this late-period vehicle certainly fits that bill! Gys was undoubtedly a diva if not quite of the premier league – Bertini, Borelli and Menichelli – but still a very popular actor from the classic Diva period through to the late twenties.


Produced by Lombardo Film** in Napoli – Lyda was married to owner Gustavo Lombardo - this interesting film, directed and written by Eugenio Perego – allows her to run through her operatic expressions by focusing as so many true Diva films, on an almost unresolvable moral issue. It’s no masterpiece by was part of a collaboration between the director and the Lombardos that led to the highly regarded Trappola (1922) screened at Pordenone in 2017 my first year at Le Giornate!


The film was actually begun in 1921 and suffered production hell with censors hacking some of the sense and length out of the film. It is a four-hander plus two children and a couple of birds, possibly three. Leda plays Giulia, the happily married wife of politician Luciano Quaranta (Alberto A. Capozzi) with whom she has a young child Mimi. Luciano gives her 100,000 Lira as he heads off to an important meeting and leaves her young brother, Alfredo (Silvio Orsini), to look after her and their baby.


Oh, Brother! Silvio Orsini

The following day, business partner Roberto Marelli (Eduardo Senatra) arrives with a letter instructing Giulia to give the money, immediately, to a man trying to do business with her husband who has been found to be dishonest. Unfortunately, when Giulia opens the safe, she finds the cupboard bare with her daft brother having blown the lot trying to recover gambling debts.


Buying time with a flimsy excuse, Giulia and Roberto try desperately to raise the money but no amount of credit is possible and it looks like Giulia will have to call in a favour with Marelli even though she knows he has strong feelings for her and that this may compromise her. As it turns out, he acts first so that when she arrives, he has already paid the debt off. But this has only led her into his realm and, overcome by that thing that men are overcome by, the financier has his violent way with her, brother Roberto arriving only to see the aftermath.


Marelli is ashamed, but Giulia prevents any violence wanting to avoid a ruinous scandal which would affect her husband’s standing. Ah Giulia… it’s not so easy to avoid these things in Naples… as a little while later she discovers that she is pregnant and soon Mimi is joined by a younger sister Marcella. Roberto pays of Marelli and Giulia, worried that he may exact revenge on her behalf, goes to Marelli’s house to have a few choice words.


There's a superb floral assault from Leda Gys here.

May you suffer in remorse as much as I have suffered in anguish!


To be fair to Marelli, he is shown to be ruined by regret over his sexual violence but this does not stop his growing desire to see his daughter. Meanwhile Luciano knows nothing and the Quaranta family enjoy the girl’s childhood. At one point the girl’s pet bird dies and their parents pretend that it flew off to find a friend, telling the girls that the only way to love the original bird is to love them both, that way ensuring that they love their own. It’s one of those foreshadows…


As they say a little further south in Sicily, three can keep a secret if two are dead and sooner or later Giulia’s going to get stranded after her car breaks down only to be given a lift by an entirely co-incidentally passing Mirelli before they plunge over a cliff leaving him clinging to life in a makeshift hospital and her waking up to find Luciano there with a lot of questions!


There’s a breathless final section where misunderstanding, lies and feelings fly red-hot and fast; will the truth win out and forgiveness take over? If you know Italian films of this period you know that all bets are off… you’ll have to watch and fine out.


Alberto A. Capozzi talks to the birds

There are good performances all round, even some sympathy for Mirelli and Roberto who works hard to improve himself. The star is undoubtedly Gys who is naturalistic within the bounds of convention and doesn’t actually overplay her expression. In Diva films emotion can be powerful and fatal, here Lyda extracts the tragedy out of almost normal circumstance…to that extent it's a "post-Diva" film (and on a number of other plot-revealing points!) which addresses external questions about love, trust and family.


Mauro Colombis accompanied with good grace as well, holding together an occasionally disjointed narrative and working with the mood to give a very satisfying presentation. Love, it seems, really is all you need.



 

* In Diva, Defiance and Passion in Early Italian Cinema, the essential tract on Diva Films!

** In 1904, the Neapolitan Gustavo Lombardo (1885-1951) founded "Monopolio" films, which would later become "Lombardo Film", then "Titanus", now the oldest film company in the World. His son with Gys ran the company as now does his grandson… a remarkable family film-firm!

 

Friday, 9 October 2020

Verzweifelte hausfrau… Abwege (1928), with Mauro Colombis, Pordenone Day Six


I saw this film as part of last year’s BFI Weimar Season but couldn’t resist the chance to see the restored version again, with tints and crystal clarity, and also to “remaster” my own thoughts on a film that gets less attention than most of Pabst's output. Made between The Love of Jeanne Ney and Pandora’s Box it certainly has neither the dramatic sweep of the former nor the mythic intensity of the latter, but it’s nearly on a level in subtler ways. There's always less at stake but the enduring happiness of two - or more - people is always watching out for.

 

The director turns what could have been a light romantic tale into an intense psycho-drama that plumbs the depths of naughty, bawdy, gaudy, snorty Berlin club culture in ways that are less dramatically extreme but all the more believable. The film was entitled The Devious Path for the English market but the Giornate’s director Jay Weissberg is not alone in prefering the literal translation of A Stray which is far less judgemental and more reflective of the film’s point.  

 

Pabst certainly brought out the very best of Brigitte Helm as he did with a nervy Garbo and a fearless Brooks, with a mix of instruction, editing and the flying camerawork of Theodor Sparkuhl, who’s camera “…is as unchained as Brigitte Helm’s character...” especially as it moves in the midst of her wild dancing at the nightclub, inhibitions all lost. Helm is almost ever-present and we see every delicate transition as she flits from intense frustration to anger, from desire to fear, hate to love… her body thrown into acute angles just as her unique features shift through gears most of us don’t have. She’s the only thing really happening in the film which is a minimalist story of suburban disconnection stirring horrific extremes in her character Irene Beck.


Brigitte

Pabst digs into her portrayal and the tension is not just surface but disturbed. Helm was a relatively inexperienced actress at this point, just one year on from Maria but she had already worked with Pabst on Jeanne Ney and there was obviously a connection with the actress willing to commit so much. Occasionally she over-steps but quickly corrects and is always inhabited by the moment; a true “silent actress” supple and sensuous whether tortured or teasing.

 

But yes, Gustav Diessl is also in it as her neglectful husband Thomas and he’s full of dark-eyed tricks of his own. He too can transmit mixed signals and come over all doe-eyed destroyed seconds after being in control… he’s a very shadowy presence next to Brigitte’s shining light but… casting, lighting, directing will all do that for you.


Brigitte Helm and Gustav Diessl

Thomas is married to his work and won’t show Irene much attention let alone a good time and their union has hit the rocks at just the wrong point. Irene is much too much to not be noticed and artist Walter Frank (Jack Trevor) can’t help but to draw her and to be drawn to her… constantly sketching his affection in a studio dominated by her image. Irene and Walter plan an escape but Thomas spots the clues and arrives just in time to bring his wife back.

 

Irene is not to be constrained and breaks away to find her friends, led by Liane (Joyless Street’s Hertha von Walther) in a nightclub. This “den of iniquity” as Councillor Möller (Fritz Odemar) calls it, offers all kinds of temptation and as Irene sits knocking back the champagne her eye is caught by a lone woman, Anita Haldern (Ilse Bachmann). Eventually she follows her behind a curtain emerging somewhat refreshed by powders unknown as Pabst ticks off as many illicit activities as he can.


Off to the powder room...

Irene dances, flirts with a boxer Sam Taylor (Nico Turoff) – who couldn’t be more different than Thomas, and makes sure Walter also sees her independence. It’s a heck of a night and Sparkuhl’s camera draws us, hand-held, into the heart of the action, inebriating the viewer with images.

 

No less impressive is the scene once Irene gets home to find Thomas lying still in the darkness; the couple re-unite and all seems forgiven until Thomas spots the very odd hairy-chested man-doll Irene had been given at the club. It doesn’t look much to me but as a token of unabashed male sexual interest it’s clear enough to him. The row resumes and the new dawn fades…

 

Irene now begins a liaison with Boxer Sam who we see soaring in a display of the animalistic masculinity Thomas does not provide, and as he asks Walter to draw her picture, it looks like artist vs athlete unless Thomas the Accountant can intervene…



Ultimately the “devious” path is more about truth and fidelity than sex, drugs and nightclubbing and is very engaging, emotionally heightened cinema that relies on the depth of feeling rather than drama. It looks sensational partly because both Brigitte and Gustav do, and this new restoration, first shown at the 2018 Berlinale shows this off to maximum effect.


Local lad, Mauro Colombis, sent his recorded accompaniment from Australia, and it matched Pabst’s tonal subtlety in ways that were unexpected with rich melodic lines that were perfectly attuned to the torments and sweeping desired on screen. This online Limited Edition of Le Giornate has served to highlight the players more than usual and whilst a  virtual audience can never match the atmosphere of a live one, spirits across the globe must have been lifted by this new combination of music and movement.