Monthly Archives: June 2016

  • Stella Dallas

    King Vidor (1937)

    This maternal self-sacrifice tearjerker is based on the 1923 novel of the same name by Olive Higgins Prouty (best known to me as Sylvia Plath’s supporter:  Prouty sponsored a Smith College scholarship for ‘promising young writers’) and has been adapted for the screen several times over the decades.   This one is generally regarded as the definitive version, thanks to Barbara Stanwyck in the title role.  The opening scene alone is enough to remind you what a great actress Stanwyck is.  Working-class Stella Martin lives with her parents and brother.  He and her father are both blue-collar workers at a paper mill in a Massachusetts town.  Stella stands outside the house as the mill workers come home.  Her ruffled blouse is conspicuously dressy and she’s posing with a book entitled ‘Indian Love Lyrics’ – she wants to be noticed by the boss of the mill, Stephen Dallas, when he passes by.   This sounds (and is) an obvious idea but the depth of dissatisfaction and appetite for something else that Stanwyck conveys transforms it.

    In the last shot of Stella Dallas, she’s differently but no less compelling.   Stella marries Stephen but, soon after the birth of their daughter Laurel, he decides that his wife is irredeemably vulgar and they separate.  He pays for his daughter’s education but Stella, with whom the girl stays, has to earn their keep by dressmaking.   The story moves, incredibly but inexorably, to the point at which Stella not only agrees to divorce Stephen (back with his first love, the now widowed Helen, and her three sons) but to give Laurel up – because her daughter’s happiness and future are of paramount importance to her, and Stella stands in their way.  In the film’s closing scene Laurel is marrying old money (the groom’s name is Richard Grosvenor III) and, in the rainy street outside, crowds are pressing to get a glimpse of the brilliant society wedding.  Stella negotiates a front row view:  she watches Laurel through the window then turns and walks away from the house towards the camera, tearful but with a widening smile, elated in the achievement of what she wanted for her daughter and, therefore, her own self-realisation.

    Stanwyck has incredible emotional vitality and variety but you don’t believe in Stella the way you believe in her characters in The Bitter Tea of General Yen or Forbidden or Double Indemnity because the mechanics of the melodrama are so crude.  The plotting depends on Stella’s switching between an inability to conceal her native coarseness and a capacity for not just self-denial but also self-awareness.   When Stephen pays a surprise Christmas visit (to take Laurel away for the holiday), Stella is so conscious that she needs to look ‘respectable’ that she removes some fancy bits from a dress before appearing in it.  Later on, when she’s saved enough (it’s not clear how) to take Laurel on a posh holiday, she makes an overdressed fool of herself.  Stella entertains her disreputable friends at home, which is enough to send the dull, proper Stephen (John Boles) on his way.  She and the dissolute gambler Munn (Alan Hale, Sr) are loud and outrageous in a railway carriage where the other travellers include two of Laurel’s teachers – as a result, neither they nor any of the schoolfriends invited turns up for Laurel’s thirteenth birthday party, which Stella has planned meticulously.   At the start, she’s strikingly shrewd and calculating in her attempts to land Stephen Dallas, and there’s never any doubt that Laurel means everything to her.  When does she stop noticing that her behaviour impedes what she wants for her daughter?  (It’s especially puzzling that she continues to keep company with Munn, who’s hardly attractive and who disgusts Laurel.)  All this might seem to be taking the whole thing too seriously – but it matters more than it might because Stanwyck is so truthful a performer.

    Another problem is that the moneyed life which Stella wants Laurel to attain is so repellent, especially the younger generation who partake of it and their deadly high spirits.  Still, Anne Shirley, although she’s pretty insufferable in simulating girlish enthusiasm as a pre-adolescent, plays Laurel with commitment and consistency, and she eventually wins you over.  The cast also includes Tim Holt (as Richard Grosvenor III), Marjorie Main (Stella’s careworn mother), George Wolcott (Stella’s brother), Barbara O’Neil (the drearily noble Helen), Anne Shoemaker (Laurel’s teacher Miss Philibrown) and Hattie McDaniel (Stella’s maid, and a couple of stone slimmer than in Gone with the Wind).

    6 March 2011

  • The Sugarland Express

    Steven Spielberg (1974)

    This was Steven Spielberg’s first cinema feature but his television work – especially the 1971 TV movie Duel – had already attracted attention.  In Duel, a psychotic tanker truck-driver repeatedly tries to run a car driver (Dennis Weaver) off the road.   It’s possible to see a dual duel in the film:  although the motorist eventually wins out, it’s the Peterbilt 281 truck, rather than Dennis Weaver, that is widely regarded as the star of the show.

    In The Sugarland Express, based on a real-life incident that occurred in 1969, Lou Jean Poplin (Goldie Hawn) visits her husband Clovis (William Atherton) in prison.  Even though Clovis has only four more months to serve, she browbeats him into escaping without further ado, in order that they can retrieve their infant son.  Lou Jean herself has just come out of jail; while she and Clovis were both inside, the child has been with foster parents in the Texan town of Sugar Land[1].  The Poplins initially hitch a ride with an elderly couple but, when a patrolman (Michael Sacks) stops the car (to warn the old man for travelling dangerously slowly), Lou Jean and Clovis panic and drive off in it.  After crashing the car, they’re apprehended by the patrolman but manage to take him hostage and resume their journey in his vehicle.  Over the next few hours, they’re pursued by an ever-lengthening caravan of police cars and news vans, with helicopters overhead and Texan crowds lining the route to Sugar Land by way of (according to Wikipedia) Beaumont, Dayton, Houston, Cleveland, Conroe and Wheelock.  In other words, the principal characters in the story, as in Duel, compete for attention with motor vehicles.  Again, the human beings are upstaged.

    In retrospect, this opposition – and the balance of power between people and machines – clearly say plenty about Steven Spielberg as a film-maker.   The Sugarland Express may be a human interest story to an extent unusual in his oeuvre but the movie is character-driven in more ways than one, and remarkable chiefly for its twenty-seven-year-old director’s precocious technical assurance.  Although it’s easy to understand why Sugarland made a big impact in 1974, this was a debut feature of an unusually well-supported kind.   The producers were Richard Zanuck and David Brown.  Zanuck had had a major production role on The Sound of Music.  Brown was an executive producer on The Sting which, like The Sound of Music, won the Oscar for Best Picture (in the very week that The Sugarland Express appeared in American cinemas).  The two men had acquired the screen rights for what would be Spielberg’s next picture, Jaws.  The cinematographer was Vilmos Zsigmond, who had shot three Robert Altman films (Images, McCabe and Mrs Miller and The Long Goodbye) as well as John Boorman’s Deliverance and Jerry Schatzberg’s Scarecrow.  The music was by the already very experienced John Williams.  It’s fair to say that Spielberg shows compositional and narrative abilities beyond his years in The Sugarland Express.  It’s also fair to say he had the kind of back-up that few rookie directors enjoy.

    There are good documentary elements in the art direction (by Joe Alves), even if Spielberg tends to over-emphasise a few of the commercial landmarks.  The editing (Edward M Abroms and Verna Fields) is sharp.  The shots of the posse of police vehicles, particularly at dusk with their headlights on, make them beautifully sinister. John Williams’s score is very pleasant.  The film is less sure and more forced when it comes to people – although the screenplay, by Hal Barwood and Matthew Robbins, may be as much to blame as the direction.  At least for this viewer, coming to The Sugarland Express for the first time four decades on, it compares poorly with the following year’s Dog Day Afternoon – which was also based on a recent real-life crime.  The two films share several common features:   the protagonists are meant to be engaging, through a combination of their incompetence and their motives for breaking the law; their crime quickly becomes a news story; onlookers take their side.  Sidney Lumet, Al Pacino and John Cazale make the bank robbers Sonny and Sal much more compellingly individual than Lou Jean and Clovis are.  It seems par-for-the-course when this couple on the run and their hostage get to like each other.  The same is true of the lionisation of the Poplins by the roadside crowds.  Pauline Kael compared the latter to the crowds in Preston Sturges films, particularly The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek and Hail the Conquering Hero, but there’s no sense in Sugarland of the inherent fickleness of public opinion, which is so essential to the Sturges view.

    Goldie Hawn’s performance as Lou Jean was probably overrated because the role was dramatically meatier than those she’d played before.  She’s all right but the promise of Lou Jean’s determined walk from the bus to the prison at the start of the film isn’t fulfilled.  You sense throughout the actress’s awareness that she’s doing something different from what she’s done previously, though some of her comedy bits are not ditz-free.  Spielberg wasn’t mature enough as a director of actors to help Hawn with this (and he’s rarely shown a deft comic touch).   William Atherton is good as Clovis and Michael Sacks more than adequate as the captive patrolman but there’s not a lot of natural rhythm in the exchanges among the three principals.  The cast also includes Ben Johnson as the Texan Department of Public Safety captain conducting negotiations with the fugitives and planning how to bring their escapade to an end.  Because of what Steven Spielberg went on to achieve, The Sugarland Express has a place in Hollywood history.  How much you like it, though, probably depends finally on your appetite for expertly choreographed car chases and crashes.   One of the roadside signs the camera dwells on reads ‘SUGARLAND AUTO WRECKING’.  Too right.

    4 June 2016

    [1] The place shows up as two words on a Google search.

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