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  • The Great Moment

    Preston Sturges (1944)

    The Great Moment marked the end of Preston Sturges’s relationship with Paramount.  The producer Buddy DeSylva wasn’t happy with the film; nor was Sturges with how DeSylva and the studio cut the picture before it was released, more than two years after being shot, in the late summer of 1944.  A commercial and critical failure at the time, this proved an unfortunately pivotal movie for Sturges:  it was the eighth feature he’d directed in the space of five years but he subsequently made only four more films before his death in 1959.  The odd narrative structure of The Great Moment reflects the director’s intentions as much as Paramount butchery; a good part of the piece’s interest derives from a tension between the conventions of contemporary Hollywood biographies of medical pioneers, and Sturges’s sensibility and style; and this puzzling, disjointed movie lacks the energy of all the other films of his that I’ve seen.  Yet I liked it a lot.

    William Thomas Green Morton (1819-68), a Boston dentist, was the first person publicly to demonstrate, in 1846, the use of inhaled ether as a surgical anaesthetic.  Whether he was also the scientific discoverer of ether’s properties as an anaesthetic is a more disputed claim – but one that Morton remained intent on proving for the rest of his short life.  The matter was still controversial in 1940, when the cultural historian and writer René Fülöp-Miller published a book called Triumph over Pain.  Fülöp-Miller contended that Morton was indeed the sole discoverer of ether as an anaesthetic but that he was vilified by the medical profession – not least because he was a dentist, not a doctor.   What isn’t in dispute is that Morton failed to profit financially from his work with ether, or ‘Letheon’ as he called it.   His patents were disallowed.  His repeated applications to Congress for ‘national recompense’ failed.

    Paramount purchased the screen rights to Fülöp-Miller’s book with a view to Henry Hathaway directing the film and Gary Cooper playing Morton.  Both men then left Paramount.  According to Sturges’s biographer, James Curtis:

    ‘… Preston Sturges picked up on the story, dismissing its alleged inaccuracies, embracing instead its marvellous lesson of ingratitude and despair.  It was the same kind of dark, everything-right-gone-all-wrong story that Sturges had concocted with The Power and the Glory [which Sturges wrote but didn’t direct]; the success and achievement scenario followed by trial and without a happy ending.  It offered something decidedly different in the genre of biography and, in 1942, a chance to direct a film with a theme and structure similar to his most prestigious film of the 1930s.’

    The opening credits for The Great Moment appear against scenes of a public procession celebrating what Morton (Joel McCrea) has done.   The cheering crowd display placards proclaiming ‘Pain is no more’, and so on.  (It’s tempting to see this as an echo of Hail the Conquering Hero; strictly speaking, it’s an anticipation of that film, which went into production a year later, although it was released before, The Great Moment.)    After a written prologue – which stresses, as well as the agony of medical surgery in the pre-ether age, human beings’ propensity to treat their saviours badly – Sturges cuts to a street in winter.  An elderly man (William Demarest) goes into a pawn shop and redeems an item, a medal inscribed ‘To the Benefactor of Mankind – With the Gratitude of Humanity’.  It was once awarded to Morton; its owner was forced eventually to hock the medal.   The man who has redeemed it – his name is Eben Frost – visits Morton’s widow, Lizzie (Betty Field), and gives the medal to her.  In conversation with Frost, Lizzie describes her husband’s last days.  Everything that follows in The Great Moment is thus shadowed by the knowledge of what eventually became of this particular conquering hero.  Sturges confounds storytelling expectations by next describing how Morton’s hopes were raised then dashed in his final petition to the government.  The melancholy mood of the story is firmly set by the time the narrative moves into a chronologically earlier flashback, which covers the early years of the Mortons’ marriage and of his dental practice, and the events leading up to his use of ether as an anaesthetic.  This flashback comprises the rest of the film.

    I don’t mean to imply that The Great Moment isn’t often funny.  It is – as social comedy and in mining the comedy of enduring fears of the dentist’s chair.  There are lovely, witty details, such as a sequence in which Morton hunts down information in a medical dictionary and Sturges puts the text of dictionary entries on screen (including ‘see page 341’ etc, to move Morton on to the next stage of his search).  The fair amount of robust physical comedy in the film functions almost as an expression of the conflict between Sturges’s movie-making temperament and the genre in which he’s working.  There’s an absorbing impasse too between his scorn for the human behaviour that ruined Morton and a desire to convey the substance of the protagonist’s achievements.  Manny Farber’s review of the film (27 November 1944) notes that Sturges:

    ‘… is definitely interested in the great trouble a man had in achieving success, and in the fact that what success the man had was followed by twenty years of miserable failure … [Sturges’s] knowledge of an interest in the non-American-dream quality of Morton’s career seems to have been suffocated by his interest in whatever there was in the career that looked good.’

    Joel McCrea’s quality of likeable, foolish determination, although sometimes amusing, has a tragic aspect here – the impact is stronger because this effect is so different from that achieved by McCrea in Sullivan’s Travels and The Palm Beach Story.  His straightforwardness and lack of pretension as an actor also increase this tragic impact – the same attributes that increased the comic impact of his characters in those two earlier films.  (I don’t get either Manny Farber’s nostalgia for the ‘maleness’ of Hollywood actors in pre-war Westerns and other action films or his dislike of later movie acting styles but I think I do see in Joel McCrea’s expressive naturalness, in his work for Sturges, something of what Farber preferred and increasingly missed.)  McCrea is well partnered in The Great Moment by Betty Field, whose Lizzie is a convincing character – socially conscious and pretentious, more concerned that her husband improves their bank balance than that he alleviates human suffering, repeatedly scolding but evidently loving him too.  As Eben Frost, the patient on whom Morton first uses anaesthetic and who becomes his doughty, clueless, repetitious sidekick, William Demarest blends broad-comedy brio with a surging loyalty that makes you laugh and is touching too.  The two men who claim that Morton has pinched their ideas, his former professor and former colleague, are played by Julius Tannen and Louis Jean Heydt respectively.  Harry Carey is excellent as the fair-minded surgeon John Collins Warren.

    Does Sturges’s title refer to Morton’s first successful use of ether on a patient or to the final event of the film, when he walks into an operating theatre to sacrifice his commercial advantage, revealing to Professor Warren – and the world – the chemical composition of Letheon?  Probably both.  It’s an unfortunate fact of Hollywood history that a movie with this name proved the turning point for Preston Sturges’s career.  You can only feel grateful that he’d already done so much good stuff – it’s been great watching it at BFI these last few weeks.  (An entirely coincidental but undeniable pleasure for this viewer and racing fan was in seeing a film called The Great Moment a couple of hours after one occurred at the Cheltenham NH Festival, when Sprinter Sacre won his second two-mile Champion Chase.)

    16 March 2016

  • It Always Rains on Sunday

    Robert Hamer (1947)

    In fact, a single rainy Sunday in Whitechapel – the action takes place in the course of that one day, give or take a couple of flashbacks.  This is an unusual, interesting film.  What makes it so is the unresolved tension between what look to be Robert Hamer’s two main aims.  He tries, with a good deal of success, to convey the ingrained boredom of the lives being described – but, at the same time, how much the characters’ preoccupations matter to them.  Hamer also wants to make a suspenseful crime melodrama.  The split personality of the piece is epitomised by the two types of criminal in the mix:  a trio of petty crooks (Alfie Bass, John Carol, Jimmy Hanley) whose inept efforts to make crime pay are played mostly for laughs; and a tall, handsome escaped criminal called Tom Swann (John McCallum).  His ex-girlfriend Rose (Googie Withers), now the dissatisfied wife of a much older man (Edward Chapman) and the loathed stepmother of his two daughters (Patricia Plunkett and Susan Shaw), hides Tom in the spare bedroom when he comes looking for refuge.  This (central) strand of the story is deadly serious; the climactic sequence, after night has fallen, in which the police chase Tom down through a railway yard, and he and they jump into and out of trains etc is meant to be purely exciting.  It nearly is: the deeply shadowed lighting (by Douglas Slocombe) is impressive and the editing (Michael Truman) no less so.  The chase is well enough staged to make you forget for the moment that the police are bound to succeed, that it’s de rigueur in a commercial British film of the time for crime to be punished.  Yet the sequence is eclipsed by the tragedy of Rose Sandigate’s ennui and unrequited love.  Georges Auric’s score reaches a climax along with the police pursuit of Tom.  It was the music that made me more aware that my thoughts were elsewhere – with Rose, back in the house that she thinks of as a prison and where Tom has abandoned her.

    It’s soon clear that Tom is a heartless user and John McCallum, on the evidence of this film anyway, isn’t much of an actor.  It’s not easy therefore to get interested in the character – but you do, because of what he means to Rose.  Googie Withers deserves most of the credit for this.  She has many fine moments (I especially liked Rose’s expression of relief when her husband George decides to go out to the pub) and she’s extraordinarily good in the last part of the film, when Tom has left Rose behind.  He showed the limits of his feelings for her with a right hook; she now faces prison for harbouring him.  She takes the practical actions needed to end her life – she locks the doors, turns on the gas oven – and Withers’ automatic movements give the scene real power.  (The subsequent shots of Rose recovering consciousness in a hospital bed don’t make emotional sense.   This coda seems tacked on to make the audience feel better; in fact, our identification with Rose is such that you feel rather her distress at having failed to die.)   Googie Withers is less impressive when Hamer showcases her acting:  there are moments when the film around her seems to stop as she prepares to deliver a big dramatic moment.  She’s undoubtedly the heart of the movie, though.   It Always Rains on Sunday, adapted by Hamer, Angus MacPhail and Henry Cornelius from a novel by Arthur La Bern, is well acted within the conventions of British cinema of the 1940s.  Those conventions mean, among other things, that several characters sound too genteel; but the best people break free of the conventions.  They include Gladys Henson and Sydney Tafler (excellent as a philandering store owner-cum-small-time musician) and, more strikingly, Edward Chapman.  He is best remembered, I guess, as a support in Norman Wisdom films but here he creates a sensitive, rounded portrait of George Sandigate, a thoroughly decent and, to his wife, stultifying man.  David Lines is excellent as the young teenager Alfie, the one child of the Sandigates’ marriage.  For someone of my generation, decades of Dixon of Dock Green cast a long shadow over the presence of Jack Warner as the main policeman.

    1 November 2012

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