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Joel McCae and Veronica Lake in Preston Sturges' Sullivan's Travels (1941).I watched Sullivan’s Travels (1941) yet again last night because, as the main character John L. Lloyd ‘Sully’ Sullivan (Joel McCrea) says:

“There’s a lot to be said for making people laugh. Did you know that’s all some people have? It isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing in this cockeyed caravan.”

The words, of course, are from Preston Sturges, writer and director of the movie. This movie is, for me, the best of Sturges — though it’s really hard to say one is better than another when you consider movies like The Lady Eve, The Miracle at Morgan’s Creek and others.

If you’ve ever seen the Coen Brothers’ O Brother, Where Art Thou? you may be interested in knowing Sullivan’s Travels is where that title came from. It’s the movie Sullivan, a Hollywood director of light, comedic fluff, a man with a well-to-do, somewhat privileged background, wants to make. It’s to be a serious movie about how tough and awful this life is with, “…Bodies piling up in the street.” It’s to be, “A true canvas of the suffering of humanity!”

As his producers point out, what would he know about it? Realizing the truth in what they say, he sets off to find out, decked out like a tramp (from the wardrobe department) and with only ten cents in his pocket.

Unfortunately for Sullivan, despite his best efforts he keeps ending up in Hollywood.

In the third act, however, when he has finally given up his quest, that’s when he actually stumbles into the “trouble” he’s been trying to discover.

A plot summary does little to communicate why this movie is so good.

To begin with, it’s incredibly funny with the humour finding two sources: visual (slapstick) and verbal (witty dialogue). For slapstick, see the chase scene with the kid driving the rigged up “go-cart.” For dialogue, see the scene near the beginning where Sullivan argues for his idea with the producers (“But with a little sex!”).

While very funny (and a romance to boot, with Veronica Lake), it’s a satire of movie makers, particularly of the Hollywood variety. Some even argue that Sullivan’s Travels is the best movie ever about making movies. I think, however, Sturges’ satire goes beyond movies to culture overall.

His complaint is that comedy, and fluff generally, gets dismissed because, being light and agreeable when well done, it isn’t serious, or what we consider to be serious. A history of comedy at the Oscars gives credence to his complaint. It’s ignored when it comes to the “serious” categories like Best Picture.

I think his argument is two-fold: 1) audiences, on the whole, prefer lighter films — comedy, action, etc., and 2) the people who make the serious ones about such topics as homelessness, have no idea, no experience, no real understanding of what they are making a movie about. For one thing, the very people those films are sympathetic to, and that they stand morally side by side with, are the very people they show disrespect to by dismissing the kinds of films they like.

There’s a fabulous speech prior to Sullivan heading out to “learn something about trouble,” meaning homelessness. It’s made by Robert Greig as Sullivan’s butler Burroughs. He says he doesn’t think the plan is a good one because Sullivan has no clue about what poverty is: it’s not some romantic condition to be discovered but something virulent to be avoided. I think this is Sturges saying there is often a patronizing, even parasitic element to serious films and the subjects they treat. That’s probably far too extreme a view, but I think there is an element of truth in it. It makes for an interesting question though: can something not truly lived, something only experienced in a kind of vacation mode, meaning briefly, truly be understood? How often do we bring our assumptions about what something is, assumptions that come from a very different perspective, into our assessments and treatments, such as a in a film?

Of course, the movie doesn’t come across as pontificating, as the above makes it sound. It’s great fun, incredibly funny and with a beautiful Veronica Lake, romantic too. And even if the overall sentiment and the closing lines sound a bit cornball to us, I think it’s a legitimate view and never more passionately expressed as in Sullivan’s Travels.

I’ll have to watch the Coen’s O Brother, Where Art Thou? again because I’m now wondering if they were not only agreeing with Sturges and his argument in comedy’s favour but doing so by making Sullivan’s intended movie, one about a serious subject as done by a patronizing, uninformed fool? My guess is yes.

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His Girl Friday (1940)

by Bill on June 25, 2009

Directed by Howard Hawks

Poster for His Girl Friday (1940)It occurs to me that the best movies are of one of two types. They are visually compelling, like the recent Hero, where there almost seems to be no need for dialogue, the images communicate almost everything.

Or, the movie relies heavily on great dialogue, the kind that is fun to hear and engaging, and reveals everything about the characters.

A movie like 1995’s Get Shorty is a great example.

An older example, from 1940, is His Girl Friday, directed by Howard Hawks and starring Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell. It’s correctly considered a classic with its rapid fire dialogue and frenetic pace.

Based on the play The Front Page, director Hawks had his screenwriter Charles Lederer make some changes, the biggest being to make one of the two main characters, Hildy Johnson, a woman (played by Russell) – the ex-wife of editor Walter Burns (Grant).

Ralph Bellamy, Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday (1940).This created an added dimension to the dynamic of two newspaper people – one wanting to leave the business (Johnson) and the other trying to get her to stay.

It was no longer just a struggle between editor and reporter; it was a battle of the sexes, which Hawks loved putting on film.

Hildy is not only leaving the newspaper business, she’s engaged to be married the next day to her new beau, Bruce Baldwin (Ralph Bellamy), a rather dull insurance guy. He’s the complete opposite of Grant’s flamboyant (and not to be trusted) Walter.

Scene from His Girl Friday (1940)And Walter is determined to get Hildy back – both as his wife and as his reporter. He determines to do this by appealing to the journalist in her. Through guile and deceit, he’s going to try to hook her like a fish and reel her in. Fortunately, there is an execution scheduled at the prison of convicted murderer Earl Williams (John Qualen) who, Walter casually mentions to Hildy, may be innocent.

Being based on a play, His Girl Friday only has about three sets and, with the exception of the opening which uses a moving camera, most shots are static, the scenes occurring in sets where characters enter and leave like a train station platform.

But given the simplicity of the sets and the static nature of the cameras, it’s really quite amazing how fast everything is and how much energy is generated.

Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday (1940).What’s marvellous about watching the give and take between Grant and Russell, apart from the speed, the quick witted lines and great, comic takes (particularly by Grant) is how, as we see them battle, we also see how clearly they are suited for each other and meant to be together.

Ralph Bellamy’s Bruce never has a chance.

65 years later, His Girl Friday still stands up. It’s as fast and funny today as it was then.

And the world of recent comedies, it’s something of a relief to see characters who are smart and a film that can make us laugh without dropping its pants.

The DVD

DVD cover for His Girl Friday (Columbia Classics edition).The Columbia disc was released in November of 2000 and, “…was restored by Sony Pictures Entertainment in conjunction with the UCLA Film and Television Archives from the original 35mm nitrate negative stored at the Library of Congress.”

What we have is a pretty clean image although it’s not the sharpest. It is, however, entirely viewable. And it’s about the best transfer of this movie you’ll find on DVD. While there is room for improvement, there isn’t really much to complain about here.

Other Cary Grant movies:

- Topper (1937)
- Awful Truth, The (1937)
- Bringing Up Baby (1938)
- Gunga Din (1939)
- My Favorite Wife (1940)
- His Girl Friday (1940)
- Talk of the Town (1942)
- Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)
- Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House (1948)
- I Was a Male War Bride (1949)
- Monkey Business (1952)
- To Catch a Thief (1955)
- An Affair to Remember (1957)
- Houseboat (1958)
- Father Goose (1964)

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Thinking about dialogue

by Bill on June 20, 2009

Casablanca - scene, Bogart and BergmanIt occurs to me that with a number of current movies, and I’m particularly thinking of action movies and romantic comedies (odd combination), there is often a dialogue problem. The problem is more or less that it is absent.

I was thinking about this because I just wrote up reviews of two older movies, both of which I like but neither of which I could recommend as sterling examples of cinema as a visual art. I wrote the reviews because I was trying to understand why I liked them when, while liking them, I felt they weren’t particularly good. What explained that apparent contradiction?

The movies I wrote about were The Rainmaker (1956) with Burt Lancaster and Katherine Hepburn and The Rare Breed (1966) with Jimmy Stewart, Maureen O’Hara, Juliet Mills and Brian Keith.

Cinematically, The Rare Breed is the better of the two. It’s visually pleasing but also pretty pedestrian. The “cinema” of the movie is functional. With The Rainmaker, it’s less than pedestrian but there is a reason for this: it’s a play on film.

Yet I liked both movies. Why? The stories and the characters which, in the cases of both films, were largely expressed through dialogue.

Currently, I see movies that want to capture iconic moments visually and verbally. A character is lit and shot in a certain way and delivers a line, the hoped-for memorable line. The problem, however, is that the line’s impact is dependent on the dialogue that has preceded it, and that’s absent. What has preceded it (in the action movie case) has been wordless yet noisy quick cuts of action, close-ups of stern heroes and villains, and dialogue that is often single word statements.

In the case of romantic comedies, there has been dialogue but lousy dialogue because the movie focused on the star and provided a dull stereotype as his or her foil. So the dialogue was boring. And often populated with words and phrases considered obligatory because they are “contemporary.”

The memorable lines, the iconic moments (“We’ll always have Paris,” or “You complete me,”) are the conclusion element of syllogisms. It is like 2 plus 2 equals 4. The number 4 is meaningless if not preceded by 2 plus 2. Those remembered movie lines are perfect because, like the number 4, they are the perfect conclusion to what has preceded them. And like a syllogism, every element is important. Remove even one, and it fails.

Of both the films I watched (Rainmaker, Rare Breed) the story, characters and dialogue were compelling and allowed for characters that were individual – distinct and engaging.

Both of those movies suffered from a lack of distinct visual style (but to be fair, they are forty and fifty years old). Yet both are more interesting, for me, than a great deal of what I encounter in today’s movies.

And I think it has something to do with dialogue. And that means character and story.

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The Rainmaker (1956)

by Bill on June 20, 2009

Directed by Joseph Anthony

Poster for The Rainmaker (1966).The movie The Rainmaker is puzzling because its greatest flaw is also its greatest asset: it’s based on a play (by N. Richard Nash).

It’s a flaw because it plays as a play, is shot as if it’s a play and even the sets look theatrical, as if for a play. In this sense, there is little cinematic about it. However, it’s an asset because the story is clearly articulated, the characters are well defined and the dialogue sparkles.

So, if you can accept that this movie is really a play on film, there is a good chance you’ll love it, as I did.

The Rainmaker is a fantasy about a con-man in the mid-west, a snake oil salesmen, going from town to town selling his miracles (whatever you need – tornado protection, drought relief through rain, anything) until he’s seen to be a charlatan and run out of town, or arrested.

Burt Lancaster as Starbuck in The Rainmaker (1966).His name is Starbuck and he’s played by Burt Lancaster in a joyously over-the-top performance. The movie starts with Starbuck doing his routine and it lets us know immediately what we’re in for, at least as far as performance goes. But that’s fine because we’re in a kind of mythic reverie and dealing with themes in a fantastical way.

Eventually, he meets up with Lizzie (Katherine Hepburn) and her family. All the characters are sharply defined because they are really caricatures and devices to move the story along and also to reiterate the theme, which is about faith, hope and dreams.

Katherine Hepburn as Lizzie in The Rainmaker (1966).Lizzie is a “plain” woman who would like to find love and marriage but has given up, having accepted that no one wants her and she’s meant to be an old maid (as one brother, the realist, keeps reminding her). But Starbuck doesn’t believe in being “realistic.” He believes in dreams. He believes if you want the dream badly enough, you’ll get it. But, as he reminds Lizzie, you have to believe in yourself.

Thinking of the movie, I’m reminded of some lines from a Leonard Cohen song (“The Traitor“):

Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh see the men of action falling back …

Katherine Hepburn and Burt Lancaster in The Rainmaker (1966).That’s the movie. Starbuck and his flam flam up against the realists of the world fighting for Lizzie’s soul. It’s an incredibly romantic idea and perhaps that’s why it allows for the corniness that informs the film.

The performances in the movie also help to make this work. Burt Lancaster is so exuberant, so irrepressibly animated it’s almost a parody of the carnival barker style of con man. Yet it manages to work – don’t ask me how.

And Katherine Hepburn’s Lizzie is endearing with her determination to be realistic battling with her desire to believe and to hope. Interestingly, the one character who actually believes in Lancaster’s Starbuck is Jim Curry (Earl Holliman), the youngest son. He’s almost annoyingly goofy and energetic and seen by most of the characters (and viewers) as “dumb.” But what he is, actually, is innocent and that is what allows him to believe. He’s not jaded.

Overall, this is a weirdly engaging movie. It feels,or looks, as if it should be awful, and in many ways it is. But it isn’t. It’s a good, involving movie. I think that is so because the story and its characters, even if they are simply, distinctly drawn, pull us in and carry us along.

It’s also a warm-hearted reminder to believe in ourselves.

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