Showing posts with label Meg Morley Trio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meg Morley Trio. Show all posts

Friday, 15 March 2019

The Joker and Cat Woman… The Man Who Laughs (1927), Meg Morley Trio, 1901 Arts Club


On the day I pre-ordered the new Flicker Alley dual format release of the new 4k restoration of this film and The Final Warning, Paul Leni’s last two films, I went to see this screening in one of the capital’s most elegant venues. This highly-influential take on Victor Hugo’s featured accompaniment from the magnificent Meg Morley trio who provided richly-textured improvisations that brought out the best in this odd and very amusing film. Meg is classically-trained and a gifted jazz player and it’s fascinating to watch her silent sensibilities filtered through this genre and in also group setting.

Meg leads the group with striking confidence, especially as they were playing “sight unseen” – no preview, no rehearsal - this was an unfolding surprise for both them and us and it was full of warm, delightful chords as well as dynamic progressions. Meg also took a cushioned mallet – it could have been a duster - to the Club’s Steinway strings, before resuming the emphatic motifs with swing and silent swagger. But somebody stop me before I make like Jack Kerouac; I dug it OK?

The 1901 Arts Club is a compact long rectangle and the compact acoustics perfectly projected Meg’s piano, Richard Sadler’s bass and Emiliano Caroselli’s drums. The story is set in seventeenth century England but the music works absolutely by dipping into the jazz sensibilities of the late twenties as well as more modern textures. Most importantly and, as you’d expect from a Kennington Bioscope Alumnus, Meg allows the narrative to breath and the actors to shine, or, in the case of Olga Baklanova, positively burn… and, in the case of Herr Veidt, dazzle.

Olga smokes...
Original reviewers noted the Russian actresses astonishing Albedo but it’s hard not to give credit to the laughing man himself, Conrad Veidt who is acting with a huge prosthetic grin and still managing to convey more emotions with his eyes than most with a full face. The film was adapted from Victor Hugo’s durned weird novel in which a fallen aristocrat is disfigured as a child and somehow manages to rise once again despite his permanent grin. It’s said, that the film inspired Batman’s nemesis The Joker in which case Olga B might well have lain the ground work for Catwoman or, as she was originally known, The Cat… she’s certainly the, ahem, cat’s whiskers.

Having watched Leni’s Cat and the Canary the night before, it was interesting to see the director’s work and quite a few of the same performers – he was clearly hitting a great groove which makes his untimely death in 1929 all the more regretful. But whilst that Cat is a spooky mystery this one is an outright creepy comedy and it says much for contemporary sensibilities that audiences were attracted to its dark disturb.

Lokking through Conrad Veidt's eyes
Veidt plays Gwynplaine a man scarred for life from childhood by a group of travellers led by Dr. Hardquanonne (George Siegmann) who specialised in cosmetic disfigurement in order to create oddities suitable for circus performers. In this case, Charles II, and successor James II (Samuel de Grasse) has ordered the mutilation as revenge on the boy’s father who has displeased him. The father, Lord Clancharlie (Connie dashing not laughing) is mercilessly squished in the Iron Lady and the boy’s face will forever be locked in an horrific grin… laughing at his father’s betrayal.

It’s a brutal beginning but the film soon begins to work its uncanny rhythms and hope emerges as the boy rescues a blind baby from the bitter cold and finds sanctuary with an itinerant circus performer called Ursus (Cesare Gravina) who lives in a caravan with his pet wolf  Homo (Zimbo the Dog) …

Not the Meg Morley Trio
All grown up now and  Gwynplaine’s face has made him the most popular clown in town – people just can’t help but laugh when they see his hysterical smile but, in spite of the gadgetry and painful false teeth he wore, Veidt’s eyes give so much more away: pain but also something more, his love for blonde, beautiful and blind Dea (Mary Philbin, the Sheila Eaton to Olga’s Madonna, the Taylor to her Gaga etc…) who loves him back. But she has never seen his disfigurement nor felt his smile… Gwynplaine cannot believe that she would still love him if she knew what he really looked like.

But, as in all such tales, Gwyn’s past is still in front of him… Lord Clancharlie’s land and property was given to the family who betrayed him and so Laughing Boy has an inheritance and a peerage he knows nothing about.  The beneficiary is one Duchess Josiana (Olga B) who leads a life of carefree debauchery and expressive bathing as a servant’s key-hole view of her boudoir reveals.


The troupe travel to entertain the court of Queen Anne (Josephine Crowell) and, as their weird play proceeds, the crowd breaks into hysterics and yet daring Duchess Josiana cannot decide whether to laugh or lust; there’s something more deeply intriguing about Gwynplaine’s unrelenting grin.
She orders him to be brought to her chambers sending him a note from “the woman who did not laugh” neglecting to mention the reason why, although he soon finds out. Gwynplaine is impressed if only for the reason that if the Duchess can fancy him, then Dea may also… so he must let down her lustful ladyship.

Meanwhile the Queen’s aid, Barkilphedro (Brandon Hurst), has found out that Gwynplaine is the rightful owner of the Duchess’ land and for her to retain her title, she will need to marry him. The Queen orders his capture and immediate ennoblement.

Can Gwynplaine escape from his new-found position, refuse his Queen’s instruction and go in search of Dea all the while turning down the desirous Duchess? Knowing Victor Hugo, you’d have to say not but this is Hollywood and the unexpected is always possible if not probable.

Mary Philbin with Zimbo The Dog
It’s a splendid romp with Leni making light of the convoluted plot and playing for drama and laughs in equal measure. The cast are exemplary even though poor Mary Philbin often gets overlooked in favour of the dynamic duo: The Joker and The Cat.

You can now pre-order the new 4k restoration from Flicker Alley and the film comes in dual format with a new score form Sonia Coronado, along with the original Movietone and stack of extras including an essay from our own Kevin Brownlow and a visual essay by John Soister on Leni's work at Universal during this period. There's a trailer here - it looks dynamic and so clear.

For further Southbank Silents screenings follow them on the Twitter @SouthbankSilent  and the 1901 Arts Club on the web-thingy.


There's that Steinway, just waiting to be played...

Monday, 22 October 2018

The Godmother of Slapstick… Mabel Normand Shorts with Meg Morley Trio, BFI


Mabel was one of those who “made” screen comedy having, as she said: “…no precedent, nothing to imitate… I had to cleave a new path to laughter.” Whilst that sounds suspiciously like studio guff, it’s pretty much what happened for a woman who wrote and directed her own films and mentored Charlie Chaplin amongst others.

Arguments still rage – you know what cineastes are like – about how much that mentoring involved but looking at Mabel’s films pre-Charlie you can see how much of his gestures, reactions, and sensibilities came from her…. Also, it’s impossible not to look at her face-pulling and not see Stan Laurel’s defeated innocence there too.

His partner Oliver Hardy was in tonight’s programme, along with Charlie, Roscoe Arbuckle, Mack Sennett (of course) and Ford Sterling. The boys are funny but Mabel, Mabel understands
Normand became an artist’s model at 14 and at 17 she starred in her first film going on to make Her Awakening (1911) with DW Griffith and William J. Humphrey’s Tale of Two Cities (1911) – both when she was just 18. She started a relationship with Mack Sennett who saw more than comic potential in the perfectly natural performer with no theatrical training and, the rest is history…

Writer, performer, stunt person... director: pioneer
Tonight’s completion is part of the BFI’s Sonic Cinema strand as well as it’s Comedy Genius programme which runs up until the New Year with funny films both silent and sound. Tonight, was a live performance of four Mabel Normand films that will be playing across the country over the next few months.

Meg Morley a regular silent film accompanist is also an accomplished jazz musician and here she has been given the chance to combine both interests by accompanying Mabel with her Trio – a score jazzed up with improvisations with the pianist, double bass player Richard Sadler and drummer Emiliano Caroselli showing the intuitive musical connection you would expect yet all watching the films and working with Mabel not around or over her.

Normand has a quick wit and her face emotes in double time as the broader strokes of her comedy unwind in plots of confusion, reaction and ill-tempered misunderstandings.

Mabel's Blunder...
In Mabel’s Blunder (1914) we see Mabel being pursued by a young co-worker (Harry McCoy) and his father (Charles Bennett) (what this says about the sexual norms of the times…). This delicate balance is thrown out when a young woman (Eva Nelson) comes to visit and Mabel’s jealousy knows no bounds.

She disguises herself as her brother (Al St. John) who chauffeurs them off to an afternoon party whilst her brother dresses as Mabel and, with face covered in a veil, still gets plenty of attention from dad. The truth is revealed at the party where we also meet Harry’s pal Billy Bronx (played by a young fella name of Charley Chase who, mark my words, will one day be big in talking pictures!).

Mack Sennett and Roscoe Arbuckle watch Mabel on screen
Mabel’s Dramatic Career (1913) gave us the chance to see Mack and Mabel in the same film and for me she is much funnier than he, better stick to the gags and directing Mr Sennett.

Mack is engaged to Mabel but he’s distracted by Virginia Kirtley – not for the first time – and drives Mabel away. She becomes a movie star – Mabel was one of the first to have her name in film titles and this rather meta reference shows the audacity of the Sennett group as they set the template – and Mack soon discovers what he’s missing.

Mack watches his former love in a movie theatre and is beside himself, unable to separate fiction from reality, much to the annoyance of his neighbour played by Roscoe Arbuckle.  He tries to shoot the baddie in the film – Ford Sterling (and who wouldn’t!) only to find he’s happily married to Mabel.

Responsible parenting...
His Trysting Place (1914) showed that Normand and Chaplin were amongst the highest energy double acts in slapstick with the two trading gags, falls and blows at the rate of at least one every few seconds, sometimes more. Their punishing scenes in the kitchen would have been improvised but when Charlie picks up their baby by the scruff of his neck, walks in to make himself comfortable on the kid’s crib and then hands him a six-shooter to play with, you know we’re reached a higher level of daft.

This was the funniest film and if this was Mabel mentoring our Charlie, it was as much a joy to watch as Charlie Parker’s improvisational bouts with Dizzy Gillespie, John and Paul trying to out-write the other or Cleese/Chapman trying to outthink Palin/Jones… red-hot talents trying to outdo the others to the benefit of all.


By the time of Should Men Walk Home? (1927) Mabel was not in the best of health when she made this, her final film but she’s still recognisably the star of Mickey and all those Sennett classics. It’s odd to see her in late twenties fashions but she carries it off alongside Creighton Hale who is as funny as I’ve ever seen him – I loved it when he corpses playing a statue spouting water… The pair play a couple of crooks in search of a necklace at a society party and in addition to being pursued by Eugene Pallette they also have a robust encounter with a Mr Oliver Hardy.

Meg’s trio played some swinging tunes accompanying the rhythms of the humour with rag-time and twenties swing – they were tight and they were flowing with their lead’s silent film experience keeping the jam in tune with the action on screen. This isn’t free jazz but improvisation within tight boundaries and all the more so because of the need to score a narrative: it was a blast and they found so much freedom within this tightest of “briefs”. They soul of early jazz was there but there was a modern sensibility which helped bring Mabs right up to now.


The Mabel Normand tour continues through the next few months nationwide, check the BFI site for details as they are confirmed. This woman was the first of either sex to throw a custard pie, she broke the fourth wall to glance directly at the audience before anyone else and she was a great collaborator: The Godmother of Slapstick and much else besides.

Mabel Normand was a one-off and her time has come again: make mine Mabs!