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  • East of Eden

    Elia Kazan (1955)

    Although America’s entry into World War I is an increasingly prominent theme of this adaptation of John Steinbeck’s 1952 novel, Elia Kazan’s East of Eden is quintessential 1950s Hollywood – CinemaScope, James Dean, the tale of a problem child whose problem is soon revealed to be his parents.  This is a highly uneven melodrama yet it’s often moving.  The effect of the erratic style and tone is to reinforce – in combination with the skewed camera angles that Kazan often favours – a strong sense of psychological and emotional disturbance.

    Set in California’s Salinas Valley and nearby Monterey, East of Eden is often described as a ‘retelling’ of the Old Testament story of Adam and Eve’s sons Cain and Abel.  Filial and fraternal tensions are certainly at the heart of the narrative.  The stern religiosity of the patriarch Adam Trask (Raymond Massey) is a significant feature too.  According to local sheriff Sam (Burl Ives), who has known him all his life, Adam had a sheltered upbringing and fell for the temptations of a lovely young woman called Kate.  Their marriage ended shortly after she gave birth to their two sons.  Adam, a rancher turned farmer in Salinas, has always told the boys their mother is dead and in heaven.  In fact, Kate, who refused to be yoked to her husband and his rules, left him to run what’s now a thriving brothel in Monterey.

    In Genesis (chapter 4):

    ‘… the Lord had  respect unto Abel and to his offering: …

    But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth.’

    In the film, it’s Adam’s rather than God’s partiality for one son, Aron (Richard Davalos), that causes  the other, Cal (Dean), such anguish and to believe himself to be ‘bad through and through’.  Although there’s no act of fratricide as such, Cal’s reaction, on Adam’s birthday, to his grateful acceptance of Aron’s gift and censorious rejection of Cal’s, triggers a series of events that sends Aron off to fight in the Great War.  Shortly before he departs, Adam demands to know Aron’s whereabouts and Cal, like Cain, replies that he’s not his brother’s keeper.  At the end of an action-packed evening, Sam reminds Cal that Cain, after slaying Abel, ‘went away and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden’. ‘Now why don’t you go away some place?’ suggests the sheriff.

    Yet the Biblical inspiration and references are overshadowed by more modern melodramatics, especially in the final stages of East of Eden.  The film starts with Cal’s discovery of Kate’s whereabouts and occupation; as it approaches its climax, he’s driven to enlighten Aron too.  He drags his brother to the brothel and, in a startlingly Freudian moment, physically forces him on their mother.  When Adam dashes to the railway station and begs Aron not to leave on a train full of other enlisting men, his favoured son grins menacingly then thrusts his head through the glass of the carriage window.   Aron says not a word but, as the train pulls out, gives a maniacal laugh in his father’s direction:  it’s a violently garish expression of the youthful disillusionment with, and recourse to extreme forms of trying-to-get-through-to, the older generation that are staple ingredients of heavy-duty Hollywood family dramas of the early post-WW2 years.  Adam collapses on the platform, having instantly suffered a stroke that leaves him paralysed.

    Whenever Elia Kazan goes for a subtler effect, the result is more satisfyingly effective.  Early on, Adam, Aron and the latter’s girlfriend Abra (Julie Harris) are heard singing or humming fragments of Leonard Rosenman’s original score:  it’s a deft and, in a non-musical film, a surprisingly unusual way of connecting what’s on the soundtrack to the characters on the screen – making the music seem part of their lives.  (Rosenman’s score is sometimes intensely overwrought but the main melody is lovely and memorable.)  The figure of Kate (Jo Van Fleet), as she walks outside the brothel in relative long shot, appears to be dressed in forbidding black.  Once Cal gets to meet and talk with his inside the place and Kate’s personality starts to emerge, Ted McCord’s lighting reveals the blues and browns of the clothes that had looked like widow’s weeds.  When the distraught Cal dashes out of Adam’s ill-fated birthday party, he takes refuge in the garden, behind a tree.  Abra follows to comfort him; she too disappears from view:  unseen but heard, Cal’s distress is more painful and Abra’s attempts to console him more affecting – both are more ominous to Aron, as he listens and calls Abra to heel.  In the film’s final scene, as Cal sits at his stricken father’s bedside and the two prepare to exchange words, Abra tactfully turns away and the camera briefly follows suit.  It concentrates on Julie Harris’s quietly dignified attitude and mane of red hair as Abra stands facing the bedroom wall.

    Kazan handles the set pieces – a patriotic war parade, a fairground episode – with characteristic aplomb.  He’s able to give such sequences a sustained visual rhythm while building up the drama of what’s happening in the margins of these public events.  When this moves centre stage, it tends to be less impressive:  a subplot illustrating the Salinas comnunity’s switch to hostility against Gustav Albrecht (Harold Gordon), an eccentric and hitherto popular German shopkeeper, is one of the cruder facets of the film.  Even here, though, there are compensations:  Burl Ives’s calm, decisive quelling of the crowd’s menacing encroachment on the German’s property; the quiet implacability of a local woman (Rose Plumer) who hands Albrecht a letter informing her that her son has been killed in Europe.

    Paul Osborn’s screenplay efficiently coordinates the main strands of the characters’ larger context – the war effort, rural economics, developing technology (including the motor car).  Adam starts up a long-haul vegetable business, depending on refrigerated produce, that collapses and costs him several thousand dollars.  Advised by his father’s longstanding acquaintance Will Hamilton (Albert Dekker) that the price of beans will go through the roof if the US enters the war, Cal resolves to win his father’s favour by recouping Adam’s losses.  Cal persuades Kate to lend him the capital he needs to start up, in partnership with Will, a bean-growing enterprise.   America goes to war, the venture prospers and Cal makes his father a birthday present of the money he lost on his soggy lettuces.  Fiercely moral Adam, now also chairman of the draft board, refuses to accept Cal’s gift, denouncing it as war profiteering.

    A less persuasive plot element is Adam’s seeming ignorance of what kind of successful businesswoman Kate has become, and response to Cal’s revelation that he knows his mother is alive.  Adam may lead a determinedly blinkered life but his local standing and connections with the likes of Sam and Will make it hard to believe he’s still in the dark.  There’s another, more narrowly dramatic reason why it would have made more sense to indicate clearly that Adam is in the picture about Kate’s afterlife.   On the fateful night, when Cal finally tells his father that ‘I know where she is and what she is … she owns one of them houses’, Adam doesn’t react enough.   The pretext for this seems to be that his priority is to find out from Cal where Aron has disappeared to, but this raises another difficulty with the storyline.   When Cal first tells his father that he knows his mother isn’t dead, Adam makes him promise that he won’t tell Aron.  Cal agrees to keep the secret but, since his father sees him as deplorably unreliable, it’s puzzling that Adam subsequently shows no sign of anxiety that Cal might not prove to be as good as his word.

    East of Eden was the only one of James Dean’s three films released during his lifetime (in the spring of 1955).  Returning to it for the first time in at least a couple of decades, I was surprised by how mannered some of his acting is.  Whenever he’s spurned, Cal hugs himself – seems to try to retreat and hide within himself.   This is a remarkable series of movements but it has the quality of a drama-class invention – a quality emphasised by Kazan’s concentrating the camera on Dean.  As Cal and Abra sit together, preparing to ride on the fairground Ferris wheel, their growing mutual feelings blossom into a sudden and prolonged kiss.  It’s noticeable that Cal’s free hand doesn’t, as might naturally be expected, move to touch Abra’s face.  This is because Dean needs to keep the hand free for the graceful gesture he’s already decided to make when the kiss ends.  Kazan has encouraged his leading man to express his character’s helpless turmoil through a headlong physicality that’s occasionally overdone.  Yet Dean is often wonderful too – this is his most eloquent performance.  Cal’s distress when Adam rejects the money is exceptionally upsetting; his passionate, imploring embrace of his father is almost as shocking to the viewer as it is to Adam.  And the rhythms of Dean’s line readings really do come across as fresh and novel.

    Unlike Rebel Without a Cause, East of Eden isn’t a case, though, of an inventive young star’s exposing the limitations of older generations of actors.  Jo Van Fleet, although nearly forty and an esteemed stage actress, made her film debut here (and won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress).  She’s very persuasive in suggesting the accumulated layers – and the strain – of the persona Kate constructed after leaving Adam and their sons.  Burl Ives plays the sheriff with fine controlled authority and Albert Dekker is unshowily good as Will Hamilton.  James Dean’s energy level seems to rise in his exchanges with these flexible actors, as if he’s relishing the experience.  You don’t get the same impression in his exchanges with Raymond Massey or Richard Davalos.  As self-righteous Adam, Massey has a stiffness that, because it’s familiar from other roles feels partly the actor’s rather than the character’s, though Massey is better in the latter part of the film.   To be fair to Davalos, Aron’s lurch from smiley complacency into vengeful jealousy is a thankless task.

    Glowering and sinister, Aron successfully upstages Cal at their father’s birthday party, which Cal and Abra have arranged, even before Adam opens Cal’s gift-wrapped parcel of bank notes.  Aron’s present is the announcement of his and Abra’s engagement – which delights Adam and stuns his prospective daughter-in-law:  while still professing loyalty to Aron, Abra knows by now which brother  she’s in love with.  James Dean looks to enjoy himself most of all in his scenes with Julie Harris and for good reason:  she’s marvellous.  All three of Dean, Davalos and Harris were significantly older than their characters are meant to be – she especially so – but none of them is awkward in acting younger.  For Harris, the age difference here must have been a piece of cake, only three years after she brought Carson McCullers’ Frankie Addams to the screen in Fred Zinnemann’s The Member of the Wedding.   Harris’s vibrant Abra is a beautiful blend of sexual innocence and observant sensitivity.  Her acting negotiates with ease the narrative’s jarring tonal shifts.  A sequence in which Abra and Cal talk together in a field of tall yellow flowers is, as a visual conception, a studied pastoral.  James Dean and Julie Harris make the scene completely natural.

    They’re equally, differently impressive in the closing scene.  Abra tells Adam that she loves Cal and pleads with him to give his son ‘some sign that you love him … or else he’ll never be a man … if you could ask him for something’.  She pleads too with Cal, to talk to his father ‘before it’s too late … get through to him somehow’.  Cal, with difficulty, does so.  Adam, who seemed to have lost the power of speech, manages a few words in return, and does ask Cal for something.  Adam wants rid of the obnoxious, callous nurse (Barbara Baxley) who’s been hired to attend to him.  In the last lines of East of Eden, Abra asks Cal what his father whispered in his ear and Cal replies: ‘He said, “Don’t get anybody else.”  He said, “You stay with me… and you take care of me.”’  The camera pulls back to create the final image in the dark bedroom:  Cal almost locked into position beside his father’s bed, Abra watching a few feet away.   The tableau is another melodramatic composition yet it’s unarguably right.  It puts the seal on Elia Kazan’s unstable, absorbing fable of absent parents and needy children, of blood ties and family chains.

    4 August 2019

  • Gloria (1980)

    John Cassavetes (1980)

    Once I’d jotted down a few thoughts after seeing Gloria, I read the BFI programme note and what had seemed puzzling about the film made sense.  An excerpt from Tom Charity’s John Cassavetes: Lifeworks (2001), the note mentions Cassavetes wrote the piece ‘to sell, strictly to sell’ and with no desire to direct the movie.   Hollywood’s surprising insistence that he should do so proved impossible to resist, after the consecutive commercial failures of The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976) and Opening Night (1977).  Gloria, the story of a middle-aged gangster’s moll and a young boy, trying to get away from mobsters pursuing the child (who may or may not be in possession of crucial information), amounts to a piece unusual in the Cassavetes oeuvre.  It’s conventionally constructed and, in the end, conventionally sentimental.

    The tenth of the twelve features he directed, Gloria has a splendid opening titles sequence.  The credits are worked into vividly coloured paintings, with a strong Mexican flavour, by Romare Bearden.  These visuals, accompanied by Bill Conti’s surging, emotive score, culminate in a city skyline at night, which then dissolves into the real thing:  New York City.  The early scenes build up a disturbing energy.   Jeri Dawn (Julie Carmen), a young Hispanic woman, is on a bus, on her way home to the Bronx, after doing grocery shopping.  When the bus lurches, Jeri loses her balance and falls over with her cargo:  the other passengers shriek with alarm as if something much worse has occurred – and as people do when this kind of thing really does happen.  Jeri’s fine and quickly picks herself up but the moment soon feels like a harbinger of true horror.

    As Jeri enters her apartment building, she sees a sinister-looking man and fears the worst.  Her husband Jack (Buck Henry), an accountant for a New York mafia family, has turned FBI informant.  There’s now a contract out on him and his family.  When Gloria Swenson (Gena Rowlands), her friend and neighbour, arrives at their apartment, wanting to cadge some coffee, Jeri begs her to take care of the Dawns’ two children, teenager Joan (Jessica Castillo) and her six-year-old brother Phil (John Adames).  Gloria isn’t keen but, within a few screen minutes, Jeri, Jack, Joan and Jeri’s mother (Lupe Garnica) have all been murdered, and Gloria is protecting Phil in her own apartment – though neither of them is happy with the arrangement.

    Throughout Gloria, Cassavetes’ movement of the camera round his home city is dynamic.  (Fred Schuler was the DP.)  The sense of people on the run is animated simply and strongly:  there are plenty of sequences in which Gloria and Phil really do move at speed.  The action also consistently conveys the fractious heat of New York summer but this impressive packaging sharpens awareness of what a familiar storyline it surrounds.  When the desperate Jeri asks her to take care of the children, Gloria replies that she doesn’t like kids – ‘Especially your kids’, she adds with a caustic humour that clashes with the genuine panic and urgency built up in the early scenes.  This is the starting point of tough broad Gloria’s inevitable progress towards becoming like-a-mother to the orphaned child – a progress punctuated by repeated irritable exchanges between them, by serial separations and reunions which, though entertaining enough, are essentially mechanical.

    In the main roles, Gena Rowlands is so forcefully hard-bitten and John Adames so sheerly unusual that they elevate the material.  Rowlands is as affecting as she’s economical when Gloria, suppressing tears, leaves Phil in their hotel room and heads for her climactic confrontation with the mob boss who was once her lover (Basilio Franchina) and his henchmen.  Rowlands appeared in a total of nine Cassavetes films and starred in five of the last seven.  He wrote this part for his wife even though he didn’t expect to direct her in it.  Cassavetes may have felt Rowlands applied an authenticating Midas touch to the character – plenty of critics certainly felt that.  This viewer could never forget that Gloria (whose surname is the actual birth name of Gloria Swanson) was a movie type – I’d say a stereotype rather than an archetype.

    ‘She’s tough … but she sides with the little guy’, declared the theatrical release poster for Gloria in 1980.  While Rowlands received a Best Actress Oscar nomination for her work, John Adames shared the Razzie for Worst Supporting Actor – tough for an eight-year-old, and unfair.  (Even if he was in distinguished company:  the co-recipient of the award was Laurence Olivier for his hilarious performance in The Jazz Singer.)  Adames isn’t a natural actor (he’s not performed on screen since), which makes him a surprising choice for a big role in a Cassavetes picture, but he’s a distinctive presence.  In spite of Gena Rowlands’ matter-of-factness, the double meanings in Gloria’s remarks about falling in love and sleeping with Phil have a cute and mildly queasy quality but eccentric John Adames has a winning intentness and determination.  ‘You’re the man’, Jack Dawn tells Phil as he entrusts his ledger (‘the Bible’) to his young son shortly before hitmen descend on the apartment.  Adames makes curious, complete sense of this label:  he’s a homunculus.

    Although physically convincing, the hoods are part of the formulaic side of Gloria.  The playing of them (by, among several others, Tom Noonan, J C Quinn and Sonny Landham) is one-dimensional – there’s no sign here of the hyper-naturalism of a typical Cassavetes ensemble.  This could be intentional – keeping the bad guys at a cartoonish level makes it easier to take Gloria’s firing as many bullets into them as she does.  Even so, the more interesting contributions come in cameos – John Pavelko as a grey-faced bank teller, a succession of cab drivers (Shanton Granger, Santos Morales, Walter Jukes, Janet Ruben, Jerry Jaffe).  Bill Conti’s score sustains the Hispanic aspect of the story by incorporating the famous melody from the second movement of the Rodrigo guitar concerto.  It gives the narrative a lift but also reminds us this is music we’ve heard before – just as we’ve seen before people-discovering-their-humanity movies like Gloria.

    2 August 2019

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