Monthly Archives: January 2018

  • To Joy

    Till glädje

    Ingmar Bergman (1950)

    It starts with an orchestra rehearsal of the last movement of Beethoven’s ninth symphony, from which the film takes its title.   One of the orchestra’s violinists, Stig Eriksson (Stig Olin), leaves the rehearsal to take an urgent phone call.   We know before Stig does – from the shocked expression of the man who first answers the phone, from the sound of crying issuing from the receiver that the man puts down while he goes to fetch Stig – that it’s bad news.  We soon learn that Stig’s wife Marta (Maj-Britt Nilssen) has died as the result of a domestic accident, the explosion of a paraffin stove, which also injures the couple’s young daughter (Berit Holmström). The chasm between the ineffable quality of the Beethoven music – what the orchestra’s conductor Sönderby (Victor Sjöström) later calls ‘a joy beyond comprehension’ – and the defined, implacable human tragedy that has occurred supplies a fiercely dramatic opening to this early Bergman.  The foreknowledge of how Stig’s life with Marta will end shadows the whole film, which proceeds to tell in flashback the story of their time together.

    To Joy prefigures both a particular later Bergman film, Scenes from a Marriage (1973), and a recurring theme of his work – a male protagonist behaving badly and seeming to be unworthy of a devoted woman.  The timeframe of Stig’s and Marta’s relationship, seven years between their first meeting and her death, is much shorter than the one in Scenes from a Marriage (To Joy, at ninety-eight minutes, is little more than half the length of the theatrical release version of the later film).  It’s long enough, even so, for the couple to have two children and for their marriage to founder:  they’ve been reconciled and are starting over only shortly before Marta dies.  They first get together as new members (Marta, née Olsson, the only woman member) of the Hälsingborg symphony orchestra in which both play violin.  Although the tensions in the marriage derive from Stig’s strong, thwarted ambition to become a soloist, his egotism and insecurity lead him into more aggressively destructive actions:  he commits adultery with the unhappily married Nelly Bro (Margit Carlqvist); in one shocking sequence, he hits Marta repeatedly and gives her a bloody nose.

    Bergman’s script is rich in convincing detail, some of it startling.  As Marta packs for her trip to their country cottage with the children, Stig is puzzled by a large box and asks, ‘You got a bomb in there?’  Marta explains that the box contains a new paraffin stove.  Other, relatively inconsequential details give the couple’s relationship an individual reality and humour.   Marta tells Stig, as he stands on the station platform waiting for the train taking her and the children to the country to depart, that he needs a haircut.  He pooh-poohs the suggestion and reminds her he hates going to the barber – ‘Hair all over the place’.  An episode in which Sönderby describes, in voiceover, a visit to the couple, to whom he becomes a kind of father figure, is narratively jarring – this is the only point where Sönderby is the storyteller.  But his description of observing the interactions between Marta and Stig through their glances and quiet words, and the changes of mood these can effect, chimes with what the viewer has seen of them together, when things are going well.  The limitation of To Joy is that, in spite of the fine detail, the overall structure feels forced.  An obvious explanation for this – obvious, at least, at this distance in time – is the autobiographical basis of the piece.  Not for the last time, the man behaving badly in a Bergman film is the writer-director’s alter ego.

    In The Ingmar Bergman Archives published by Taschen in 2008, Bergman acknowledged that:

    ‘The film … was to be about a couple of young musicians in the symphony orchestra in Hälsingborg, the disguise almost a formality.  It was about Ellen [Lundström] and me, about the conditions imposed by art, about fidelity and infidelity.’

    Bergman’s five-year marriage to Ellen Lundström, his second wife, ended in 1950, the year in which To Joy appeared in cinemas.  The driven, self-doubting but self-centred interpretative artist on screen represents the driven, self-doubting but self-centred creative artist behind the camera – and, as Bergman implies in the quote above, too blatantly.  The confessional imperative results in a portrait not just of a marriage going wrong but of its going wrong thanks partly to the failure of another marriage, the one between the gloomy temptress Nelly and the actor Mikael Bro (John Ekman) – as if marriage is bound to fail.  The beautiful, dignified Marta is long-suffering in her relationship with Stig; perhaps she knows what she’s in for, with one failed marriage already behind her.  Stig’s shallow, good-looking friend Marcel (Birger Malmsten), a cellist in the orchestra, has love affairs but is unmarried and may be To Joy‘s most untroubled character.  His only rival is the orchestra conductor, evidently married to his job.  The strength of Bergman’s desire for his own marriages to work out better than they had so far done is perhaps what propels Stig’s and Marta’s somewhat unconvincing reconciliation – though this is also required to give full impact to the eventual tragedy.

    The scene in which Sönderby visits Stig and Marta at their cottage anticipates Bergman’s later, more expansive descriptions of the beauties of Swedish summer (in Summer with Monika, Smiles of a Summer Night and Wild Strawberries, for example).  The contrast between outdoor freedom and behind-closed-doors constraints is simple but eloquently expressed in Gunnar Fischer’s camerawork and lighting.  The film contains moments of marvellous emotional acuity and originality.  When Sönderby arrives at the cottage, the front door is slightly open; he pushes it to see the couple inside, blissfully happy in each other’s company.  Sönderby, so as not to detract from the perfection of what he’s seen, withdraws and knocks on the door, to begin the process of a different moment.   Another telephone interruption to orchestra rehearsal inevitably evokes the one with which the film opens but is transformed by the humorous piece of choreography that follows.  Stig has been called with the news of the birth of his and Marta’s first child.  As he resumes his seat in the orchestra, Sönderby, annoyed, asks the violinist at the front to demand an explanation of Stig’s absence: a pass-it-on message goes down the line to Stig.  His good news returns by the same route to Sönderby, who instantly beams congratulations in Stig’s direction and shifts into an excited, celebratory conducting style.  There’s the odd hackneyed element too, though.  Bergman overuses a toy bear that Stig buys for Marta as a birthday present at the start of their relationship – and Stig Olin mistimes Stig’s noticing the bear in the cottage after Marta’s death:  he reacts before he’s had chance to see it.

    Bergman’s use of classical music, in the orchestra’s rehearsals or performances, is designed, for the most part, to repeat the effect he achieves in the opening apposition of Beethoven’s ninth and the phone call.  In other words, he contrasts the grandeur of the music with the difficulties and shortcomings of the people who make it.  Virtually the only instance of the two things in combination occurs when Stig makes a mess of a violin solo.  This persistent contrast and the implied uplift of the music, which includes Mendelssohn and Mozart as well as Beethoven, pays diminishing returns, though it’s interesting as another expression of Bergman’s compulsions:  the music may have improved his own morale.   The film ends, as it began, with the ninth symphony, as the bereaved Stig returns to play in the orchestra and his little son (Björn Montin) watches from a seat in the front row of an otherwise empty auditorium.  The boy’s inscrutable expression and the fact that his legs are way too short for his feet to touch the ground redeem what might otherwise have been an overly sentimental conclusion.  The cast is strong:  it’s a considerable help that Stig Olin (Lena’s father) has an eccentric spirit that makes Bergman’s portrait of the artist as an egocentric bastard less harsh than it might otherwise be – and enables you to believe that Marta, whom Maj-Britt Nilsson plays with great feeling, might have fallen in love with him.  Victor Sjöström gives Sönderby a blend of irascible gusto and quiet perspicacity that’s greatly engaging.

    2 January 2018

  • The Greatest Showman

    Michael Gracey (2017)

    Showbiz biopic clichés come thick and fast in The Greatest Showman but fast is good.  Michael Gracey’s musical is commendably, sometimes comically, brisk in working through the formulaic plot – the rags-to-riches story of the impresario Phineas Taylor Barnum (Hugh Jackman), his sudden fall from grace, his final redemption.  Barnum hits rock bottom when his circus burns down, Jenny Lind (Rebecca Ferguson), a major money-spinner for him, abruptly quits her concert tour because he resists her attempts to seduce him, and his wife Charity (Michelle Williams) packs her bags, believing that her husband has been having an affair with the ‘Swedish nightingale’.  At this point, Barnum goes to drown his sorrows in a bar and I needed a quick toilet break.  The speed at which crises come and go in the film made me sure that, by the time I returned, the hero would have got his mojo back, and so it proves.   He and Charity are reconciled.  Barnum re-launches his show as a big-tent circus on the New York waterfront; it’s a smash hit but he hands over the reins to his business partner Phillip Carlyle (Zac Efron), leaving Barnum free to devote more time to being a husband and father.

    Michael Gracey and the writers (Jenny Bicks and Bill Condon) use the protagonist’s life as a kind of movie coat rack, on which to hang MTV-ish song and dance, an emotional roller-coaster ride and a celebration of diversity.  P T Barnum, in the popular imagination, was a huckster of genius:

    ‘It’s a Barnum and Bailey world

    Just as phony as it can be …’

    There’s no Bailey in The Greatest Showman (he has turned into the fictional creation Phillip Carlyle) and the film is at pains to underplay the essence of Barnum that ‘It’s Only a Paper Moon’ immortalised.  It prefers to portray him as a man who, way ahead of his time (the mid-nineteenth century), gave career opportunities to the variously marginalised – the human ‘oddities and curiosities’ who joined his circus troupe – General Tom Thumb (Sam Humphrey), a bearded lady (Keala Settle), the non-white trapeze artists Anne Wheeler (Zendaya) and her brother (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II), and so on.  This Barnum is a gifted entrepreneur but it’s his sweet little daughters (Austyn Johnson and Cameron Seely) who put in his head the idea of recruiting living freaks of nature, to replace the waxwork versions on display in Barnum’s American Museum, an earlier and less commercially successful venture.  The film-makers also play down as much as possible the idea of a public appetite for spectacular deformity etc.  The circus audience on screen comprises two groups.  The majority are rather smart-looking people who cheer and applaud Barnum’s cast as if they too are delighted to see these characters emerge from the shadows to which social prejudice has consigned them.  The persistent minority are vicious freakophobes and racists, whose appearance is down at heel.  That poverty itself is marginalising and conducive to intolerance is ignored:  this lot are nothing more or less than brutal nasties.

    It’s no bad thing that the world of The Greatest Showman is far removed from that of Tod Browning’s Freaks (1932) but the effect of reducing Barnum’s abnormal personnel to an I-am-who-I-am chorus line, striving for equal opportunities, is banal.  Besides, the film is anxious to de-emphasise their aberrance:  Barnum – his charlatan side comes in handy here – gives his fat man (Daniel Eldridge) padding and his giant (Radu Spinghel) stilts-enhanced extra height.  With their boss so personally sympathetic from the start, I wondered how the film was going to engineer a conflict between him and the ‘freaks’.  When this arrives, it’s short-lived but long enough for a big musical number:  preoccupied with promoting Jenny Lind, Barnum excludes his oddities from a social gathering at which Jenny is the centre of attention.  This triggers the self-assertive showstopper ‘This is Me’, performed by the circus troupe with the bearded Lettie Lutz taking centre stage.  The titles give a good idea of the prevailing aspirational thrust of the musical numbers.  As well as ‘This is Me’, these include ‘A Million Dreams’, ‘Come Alive’, ‘Never Enough’ and ‘Rewrite the Stars’.  The song score, by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul (they also wrote the lyrics to the numbers in La La Land), is serviceable but musically as well as thematically repetitive.   Jenny Lind, famous for her operatic repertoire, delivers (in ‘Never Enough’) the same kind of stuff as the circus folks.  (The numbers are all ‘original’ – that is, the movies doesn’t draw on the songs written by Cy Coleman and Michael Stewart for the successful 1980 stage musical Barnum.)

    The Greatest Showman seems at first to be trying to pass itself off as an old-style wholesome musical.  It does this awkwardly but is more self-confident once it gets into its music video groove.   After a while, the formula has such a stranglehold that the film becomes almost restfully reassuring:  you watch sure of just what will happen to steer the story towards its inevitable upbeat finale.  The narrative operates in a sealed-off screen world of irreality – once Barnum and Charity have turned from adolescents (Ellis Rubin and Skylar Dunn) into grown-ups, the passage of time is a mystery.  Hugh Jackman and Michelle Williams look pretty well the same age throughout, although her hairstyle occasionally changes.  As for the Barnums’ daughters … Sally, who liked the film a lot more than I did, reasonably suggested that these two girls should join the circus troupe:  neither ever grows an inch.

    Hugh Jackman comes across, as usual, as a thoroughly nice chap.  Since he doesn’t remotely suggest a chancer, he’s highly suitable for the film’s dubious characterisation of Barnum.  A fine singer and a good dancer (and runner), Jackman is much more comfortable than he was playing Jean Valjean, a dramatic heavyweight in comparison, in Les Misérables (let alone his role in Prisoners).   Zac Efron, with the High School Musical franchise and Hairspray behind him, is a competent right-hand man.  Michelle Williams gives Charity warmth but her integrity as a performer is counterproductive:  we’re so used to seeing this actress being convincingly truthful that memories of her in other roles expose the falsity of what she’s asked to do here.  A visit by the circus troupe to Europe, which appears to happen simply in order for Barnum to meet Jenny Lind, includes a refreshingly bizarre interpretation of Queen Victoria (by Gayle Rankin).  Ashley Wallen’s choreography is jolly and dynamic.  (I was puzzled by a couple of dance duets – the first between Barnum and Charity, the second between Carlyle and Anne – in which the participants are obviously transformed into CGI entities and whizz about in a weirdly speeded-up way.)  Michael Gracey shows an appealing penchant for turning everyday noise into something rhythmical – not just the company’s stamping feet but the sound, for example, of playbills being hammered into place.   The film is handsomely shot and attractively coloured by Seamus McGarvey.  The fact that The Greatest Showman is just as phony as it can be turns out to be part of its minor charm.

    31 December 2017

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