Monthly Archives: September 2015

  • Forbidden

    Frank Capra (1932)

    At the start of Forbidden, the heroine Lulu Smith (Barbara Stanwyck) has a job in the reference library of a local newspaper.  Violating long-established routine in a way that startles her colleagues, Lulu arrives for work late one morning.  As she goes in, some kids outside call ‘Old mother four eyes!’ at her.  Lulu sits at her desk.  An elderly colleague asks, ‘Do you know what time it is?’  She replies, ‘It’s springtime’. (Stanwyck gives the words an intriguing, witty ambiguousness.)  Then Lulu takes off her specs, goes to the bank to cash in her considerable savings and sets sail on a cruise to Cuba, during which she has a passionate affair with an urbane older man, a lawyer, called Bob Grover (Adolphe Menjou).  (The affair begins thanks to confusion about the numbers of their cabins – she’s 66 and he’s 99.)   The relationship continues when they return home but ends when Grover tells Lulu he’s married.  His wife Helen (Dorothy Peterson) is an invalid and unable to have children but there are no such problems for Lulu, who’s now carrying Grover’s baby.  Lulu is living alone, bringing up their daughter Roberta, when Grover re-enters her life and the affair resumes.  Helen’s condition is unspecified beyond her having a walking stick but it means she keeps taking trips to Europe for ‘treatments’ at convenient points in the story.  During one of these, the lovers decide that, as a surprise for his wife, Bob will adopt Roberta and Lulu will join the household as the baby’s nanny (although the word used us ‘governess’, which seems strange for such a young child).  Lulu almost immediately finds the arrangement intolerable.  She walks out on her infant daughter, who’s left to be raised by Bob and his newly-contented wife.  But Lulu’s affair with Grover continues throughout the years of his progress up the political ladder – from district attorney to mayor to congressman to senator to governor.

    After she’s left her child with Grover and his wife, Lulu returns to the local newspaper, this time as an agony aunt.  She stays there for many years, all the time being pursued by Al Holland (Ralph Bellamy), a journalist who rises from cub reporter to editor and whose two abiding aims in life are to marry Lulu and to destroy Grover’s political career by exposing him for the crook Holland is sure that he is.  When Grover himself, during his campaign for Congress, tells Lulu he can’t stand the pretence any longer, she finally consents to marry Holland, in order to protect Grover and Roberta, who is now a lovely young socialite.    Holland discovers the truth; Lulu shoots him dead before he can expose it.   She goes to prison but Congressman Grover abuses his political power to get the sentence commuted to a year.   By this time, Grover is gravely ill.  He calls Lulu to his deathbed and writes a new will, leaving half his estate to her.   When he dies, Lulu leaves the house, walks down the street, crumples the will into a ball and throws it in a rubbish bin.  She disappears into the crowd.

    The programme note used by BFI suggested that Forbidden was one of the pictures that led to the enforcement of the Hays Code in 1934 and this isn’t hard to believe.  Although the story of the ‘fallen woman’ was a staple of early thirties Hollywood melodrama, the treatment of Lulu is not at all censorious.   Things don’t work out happily for her but that’s largely because she follows her heart in making decisions – not because Frank Capra determines that she be punished.   Giving up her baby so that she can continue her liaison with the child’s father seems, even now, startlingly unconventional.  Pre-Hays films really can be remarkably physically open (and expressive) – films like Mamoulian’s Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and Capra’s The Bitter Tea of General Yen, which I saw just last week.   You notice it here too, not just in what appears to be the morally sympathetic viewpoint of Capra, who himself wrote the story, and Jo Swerling, who did the screenplay, but in, for example, the reality of the interactions of Barbara Stanwyck and the baby Roberta (Myrna Fresholt).

    Some of the plotting is pretty desperate.  Holland, whose press career is driven by trying to get the dirt on Grover, is incredibly inept:  in the course of two decades, he and his boys don’t manage to get a whiff of the affair with Lulu.   Unless it’s love for Lulu that blinds him to the truth, it’s hard to believe that Holland doesn’t twig to the situation very early on – when he meets Lulu out with the infant Roberta and Bob’s car pulls up to collect them.   When Lulu and Holland marry and he discovers the truth, the melodramatic scene that Stanwyck and Ralph Bellamy have to play undermines the amusing dynamic between Lulu and Holland that’s developed up to this point in Forbidden.  The twenty-year time span of the story is reflected, and not reflected, in an odd way.  The aging make-up for Stanwyck and Bellamy is OTT:  she looks like an old woman at the end of the film.  Yet the clothes and the social activities described suggest a continuous present (rather than starting in 1910 and leading up to the present, or starting in 1930 and projecting into the future).

    On the plus side, there’s an impressively nuanced scene in Lulu’s apartment shortly after the return from Havana.  Bob arrives, wearing a grotesque mask; after she’s let him in, Lulu wears one too.  The masks enhance the comic business between Stanwyck and Menjou (and anticipate what’s to come) but the disguise, in his case, also expresses Bob’s concealment of his true self from Lulu:  this may sound obvious but comes over as quite powerfully upsetting.   The lovers lie together on a sofa.  Lulu muses about Cinderella and her own fears that midnight is always about to strike and put an end to her happiness with Bob.  The phone rings:  it’s Holland asking if she’ll marry him.  Lulu passes the receiver to Bob so he can listen in:  I liked the fact that it’s this proposal that appears to trigger his admission that he’s got a wife.   Jo Swerling’s dialogue is uninspired when it’s serious but excellent when it’s humorous.  (Holland is the main beneficiary in this respect, although Lulu and Bob get some good lines too in the apartment scene.)  Capra expertly choreographs the big political convention during Grover’s campaign for Congress.

    Her performance here is another fine example of Barbara Stanwyck’s modernity.  She shows you, with easy candour, both Lulu’s appetite and her getting on with her life straightforwardly – without melodramatic recrimination or brooding.  Stanwyck is tremendous when she abandons the nanny persona:  out in a rain-and-wind-swept street Lulu gives Grover a piece of her mind and storms off.  Then she comes back.  Stanwyck rather loses conviction when Capra asks her to be nobly self-sacrificing but Lulu shoots Holland with great passion, wanting not only to shut him up but to obliterate the years and years he’s been trying to get the man she loves.   Ralph Bellamy plays Holland with a likeable enthusiasm and Adolphe Menjou’s Bob Grover is convincingly multi-faceted.  You see a skilled operator, in his professional and his personal life.  But, although it’s Lulu who sacrifices her future to his career, Grover isn’t without a conscience and has his own kind of loyalty to his mistress – even if it is of a self-serving rather than a self-denying kind.

    11 November 2010

  • Blue Valentine

    Derek Cianfrance (2010)

    It begins with a child’s voice calling for a lost dog.  Within a few minutes, we can see that the love between Cindy, the child’s mother, and her husband Dean, who’s not the girl’s biological father, has also gone missing and won’t come back.  The symbolism is undeniably obvious; yet her parents’ conversation with five-year-old Frankie about the dog and the search for it are so quickly absorbing and upsetting (the animal has been knocked down and killed on a freeway) that the writer-director Derek Cianfrance alchemises his facile metaphor.  Blue Valentine is a description of a marriage falling apart.  It’s not especially insightful or even thought-provoking but it is an intense and a gripping description.  This is a film where you get so tied up with the two main characters that you stop wondering what will happen next; you live their experiences with them, as you partake of the lives of people close to you – except that you may also be counting yourself lucky that your life isn’t usually as gruellingly unhappy as Dean’s and Cindy‘s.  Cianfrance cuts between the couple’s present and past:  except for Ryan Gosling’s change of haircut, things don’t look much different.  But the emotional gulf between their getting-to-love-you days and the hollowed-out present tense is devastating.  The courtship includes perhaps the most charming scene of any film of 2010, when Dean, on a ukulele, serenades Cindy with, and she dances to, ‘You Always Hurt the One You Love’.  Again, the choice of song is too neatly apt but the rendition is irresistible.  Dean explains that, in order to sing at all, ‘I have to sing goofy’, which is believable and eccentrically touching.  Cindy doesn’t, technically speaking, dance well.  Yet his singing and her dancing are both wonderful.

    This is the third performance I’ve seen from Ryan Gosling, who’s able to suggest very different kinds of intelligence effortlessly, and the limits of his characters’ emotional intelligence empathically.  It’s both outrageous and poignant when Dean, who often flies off the handle, insists to Cindy that things can’t be that bad because he isn’t violent towards her (although he comes perilously close at times).   Gosling’s line readings have incredible wit.  Dean accuses Cindy of wanting him to be something he isn’t – professionally successful, maybe other things too.  He’s right and she knows it:  it’s a real strength of Michelle Williams’s acting here that her disappointment communicates itself as much in the spaces between words as in the words themselves.  Williams makes the breakthrough into being the actress her supporting role in Brokeback Mountain promised she might be.  Cindy rarely smiles (when she tells Dean a joke about a paedophile it’s startling in more ways than one); Williams has to show the gradings of her character’s moods within a more limited emotional range than Gosling, and she does it impressively.  Cindy, a nurse whose businesslike manner with her parents seems a form of self-protection, really hardens in the course of Blue Valentine.  Faith Wladyka is very affecting as Frankie, who’s old enough to know something’s wrong but not old enough to understand what.

    In the middle of the film – chronologically and substantially – the couple stays overnight in a motel.  Each of the rooms is themed:  ‘Cupid’s Cove’, ‘The Atlantis Room’, and so on.  Dean, whose idea this love-rekindling one-night-stand is, chooses ‘The Future’.  It sounds, like the calling for the lost dog, weakly symbolic, and pat.  Here too, though, the detail is transforming and the ensuing action is compelling.  The room is described as ‘like we’re inside a robot’s vagina’.   The couple’s aggressive sex makes it not just like old times but expresses what’s desperate and going wrong between them.  The breakdown of the relationship between Dean and Cindy is powerful because no one’s unequivocally to blame and this makes you feel helpless.  The larger view of marriage that the film presents is dispiriting in a different way because it’s imposed, merely asserted.  Cindy’s parents have an evidently unhappy relationship.  Her widowed grandmother tells Cindy that married life wasn’t up to much for her either.  This admission of evidence for the prosecution is a weakness in Cianfrance’s screenplay.  Elsewhere, though, and apart from a few bits of improvisation that feel forced, this script contains some of the best naturalistic dialogue – in the couple’s rows, their growing intimacy, their getting drunk together – heard in American films of the last year or two.  I think the final sequence, as Dean walks away from Cindy and Frankie, into a night lit up by fireworks in a celebration happening somewhere else, will stay in my mind.

    17 January 2011

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