Monthly Archives: August 2022

  • Grey Gardens

    David Maysles, Albert Maysles, Ellen Hovde, Muffie Meyer (1975)

    Grey Gardens is a fourteen-room mansion in East Hampton, New York.  Designed in 1897, the house and its surrounding estate were bought in 1923 by a married couple, Phelan and Edith Beale.  After they split up, the wife was left to look after the place and the couple’s children, including their one daughter, also named Edith.  According to Wikipedia, the house and grounds are in the neighbourhood of Georgica Pond, ‘a 290-acre … coastal lagoon (‘…the East Hampton Trustees … monitor a cycle of draining the lagoon and replenishing it with Atlantic Ocean water’); the mansion was named for ‘the color of the dunes, the concrete garden walls, and the sea mist’.  By the early 1970s, the place had fallen into such unsanitary disrepair that its remaining occupants – the two Ediths – were facing eviction and the razing of their home.  In the summer of 1972, relatives stepped in to fund structural improvements to the property, enabling the impoverished Beales to remain there.  The celebrity of one of these relatives, nieces of the elder and cousins of the younger Edith Beale, increased the publicity surrounding Grey Gardens.  The bill for repairs was paid by Lee Radziwill and her sister, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.

    The Maysles brothers begin their documentary[1] with a montage of newspaper articles about the parlous state of Grey Gardens, where Jackie O spent summers as a child, and the financial lifeline that she and her sister threw their poor relations.  The camera then moves onto the property and indoors.  It doesn’t venture beyond the estate again, except in a sequence where the junior Beale swims in the nearby lagoon.  Otherwise, fifty-something ‘Little Edie’, as she’s known, is hardly less housebound than ‘Big Edie’, her nearly octogenarian mother.  Human visitors to the property are few and far between – the gardener, a teenage handyman whom Little Edie calls the Marble Faun (after the Nathaniel Hawthorne novel), a well-dressed elderly man and a fortyish woman who call in to drink a toast and eat cake on Big Edie’s birthday.  Animal companions are more numerous.  The place is full of feral cats, some decorating the bed where Big Edie spends most of her time.  In the basement, raccoons eat food that the Beales have chucked away there.  You don’t need to see the insect life inside Grey Gardens to know it must abound.

    Both women are fond of sunbathing and unworried about exposing their flesh to the camera which, in Big Edie’s case, is part of what makes the film tough viewing for the squeamish.  Little Edie, though not exactly toned or slender, is easier to watch – or would be if she didn’t flirt so blatantly and awkwardly with the Maysleses and their camera.  When the brothers arrive at the start of the film, they introduce themselves as ‘gentleman callers’ and that famous phrase from The Glass Menagerie seems to give Little Edie her theatrical cue.  A quick-change artist, she appears in many outfits in the course of Grey Gardens, from fur coats to shorts and halter-neck tops to improvisations like ‘pantyhose … under a short skirt … then you can pull the stockings up over the pants under the skirt – or you can always take off the skirt and use it as a cape’.  Her headgear is various, too – turban, headscarf, bathing cap, what looks like an adapted balaclava – but she’s never without it.

    The information that Little Edie developed alopecia (in her late thirties) is something else gleaned from Wikipedia rather than explained in the film.  I also learned from online reading that Phelan Beale departed the scene in 1931, leaving his wife dependent on the monthly allowance he paid her; that, after their eventual divorce in 1946, John Vernou Bouvier III (Jacqueline’s father) took over paying the allowance; that Little Edie, after living and working away, moved back to Grey Gardens in 1952; that her two brothers, both professionally successful, ‘refused to pay for the home’s utilities and upkeep in order to cause the women to leave the dilapidated mansion’ – a plan stymied by their cousins’ intervention.  It’s fair enough that the film-makers don’t supply this factual background.  They’re presenting rather than exploring who the Beales are.

    The Maysleses are nevertheless intent on conveying the regretful retrospection that pervades the Edies’ present.  (It’s another connection with The Glass Menagerie:  ‘The play is memory’.)   Before and during the early years of her marriage, Big Edie was a successful amateur singer, performing at parties in her home and at local functions.  When she launches into ‘Tea For Two’, ‘You and the Night and the Music’ and ‘Night and Day’, her recall of the lyrics is shaky but her voice still tuneful enough to suggest how good it might once have been or, with further training, might have become.  In her youth, Little Edie was a fashion model in New York City and Florida, and in the early post-war years a dancer in Manhattan.  As if to prove it, she does a couple of little solo routines for the Maysleses’s benefit, to embarrassing effect.  Whereas Big Edie is in no fit state to compete with these, Little Edie briefly trespasses on her mother’s singing territory – ‘People Will Say We’re in Love’, ‘Lili Marleen’.  This irks Big Edie – especially her daughter’s pronunciation of ‘love’ as ‘laahv’ in the former song:  ‘What d’you mean “laahv”?  You’re not Czechoslovakian or something.’  That gets Little Edie extending the vowel sound even further in the next verse.

    Squabbling is the Edies’ routine form of communication.  Whether or not this is how they normally behave when they’re not being filmed, it becomes – with occasional exceptions like the ‘laahv’ spat – boring.  So does their playing to camera more generally, even allowing that aborted performing careers may have intensified their appetite for doing so.  When I first saw Grey Gardens (I don’t remember exactly how long ago) I knew the scenario but was unprepared for the startling details.  With its shock value reduced, the film hardly rewards a second viewing.  The squalor of the house is still nauseating and serves to express how the Beales’s fortunes and hopes have decayed but ninety-five minutes is a long time to watch the same point being made in the same disagreeable way.

    That’s not the view of BFI member Jenny Newman (the film was shown as this month’s offering in the ‘Member Picks’ slot), who describes Grey Gardens on the programme note as ‘The most incredible documentary of all time’.  Although I obviously don’t agree, Jenny Newman’s accolade does make me wonder what the point was of dramatising the material.  In the years after Little Edie’s death (in 2002, twenty-five years after her mother), Grey Gardens became a stage musical then a TV film, both of them award-winning.  I can’t imagine how either preserves one of the most distinctive things about the documentary – that it shows real people behaving like people in a play (especially Little Edie, stage whispering to the Maysleses that she’s got to get away from the life she now has).  Turning the Beales into actual characters in a drama robs them of a crucial dimension – or, at least, removes a crucial dimension of how they perform.

    On its original release Grey Gardens was controversial.  Walter Goodman in the New York Times objected that the Maysleses presented the Beales ‘as a pair of grotesques’, asking ‘why were they put on exhibition this way?’   One straightforward, practical answer was supplied by Little Edie herself, who said she ‘made Grey Gardens in order to get some food for my mother’.  In an interview in 2014 Albert Maysles claimed the Beales’ ‘behavior was just their way of asserting themselves.  And what could be a better way to assert themselves than a film about them asserting themselves?’  Walter Goodman was right that the Maysleses made a bizarre spectacle of the Beales and their degradation but it’s hard to believe they intended to make fun of them.  To the extent that both Edies address remarks to the brothers and their own voices are sometimes heard, the Maysleses are involved in Grey Gardens rather than merely observers.  They may well have developed an affection for their subjects.  They clearly regret the women’s fall from social grace:  why else is the camera repeatedly transfixed by photographs or portraits on the mansion walls that show younger, more beautiful versions of Big and Little Edie?

    It’s doubtful anyway that many newcomers to Grey Gardens in 2022 will find it offensively exploitative.  The BFI programme note for this screening also quoted a more recent and enthusiastic review, by Jane Giles in Sight & Sound (September 2014):  ‘It’s fingernails-down-the-blackboard wonderful … a cult classic, wildly entertaining and camp as Christmas. … But it’s also a film that allows women to speak in their own crazy voices …’   Giles’s effortless switch from levity to right-on overstatement encapsulates how the film is now likely to be seen – as anticipating the era of I-am-what-I-am, of DIY construction of ‘identity’  (particularly female ‘identity’) through the dressing-up box.  When Big and Little Edie move beyond bickering with each other to shouting in parallel in the camera’s direction, they’re harbingers of look-at-me-listen-to-me culture.  As such, they’ll appeal to plenty of present-day viewers but not to anyone oppressed by competing media and social media voices so insistent that you want them to shut up.  You want it all the more when the noisy, blinkered self-assertion seems – as it often does seem, and as the Beales’s surely was – a front for desperation.

    29 July 2022

    [1] As shown above, Ellen Hovde and Muffie Meyer share the directing credit but Grey Gardens is usually thought of as a Maysles brothers’ film.  This note will reflect that.

  • The Good Boss

    El buen patrón

    Fernando León de Aranoa (2021)

    It’s no great surprise that this sardonic tragicomedy, a major critical and commercial success in Spain, shows its title to be a contradiction in terms.   Julio Blanco (Javier Bardem) owns a business manufacturing scales of all shapes and sizes – a family business in more ways than one.  Julio, who inherited the company from his father, has no children of his own and is fond of telling his staff that they are his family.   He waxes lyrical-philosophical about the factory’s product:  making scales, he says, is part and parcel of striving for balance, for justice.  Based on the outskirts of an unnamed Spanish town, Blanco Scales has been short-listed by the regional government for a best business award.  The committee deciding the winner is about to visit the factory for a crucial tour of inspection.  Julio is keen to add to the wall of trophies in his home and ensure that nothing goes wrong until the award is won.  Some hope.  The Good Boss, which covers a week or so in the protagonist’s life, is also – and also unsurprisingly – a demonstration of Murphy’s Law.

    The metaphorical stuff about scales is cant, though the imagery comes in handy for advertising copy.  But Julio really does take a personal interest in his employees, in and out of the factory.  Sunday morning sees Fortuna (Celso Bugallo), a member of staff senior in age if not status, doing handyman jobs at the boss’s home while Julio and his wife Adela (Sonia Almarcha) breakfast by their swimming pool.  Fortuna’s delinquent son Salva has spent a night in the police cells after a fracas.  Julio is happy to use his good offices to get Salva (Martín Páez) released; he also arranges a job to keep Salva out of trouble, helping with deliveries, on his motorbike, from Adela’s lingerie shop in the town centre.  Miralles (Manolo Solo), the firm’s long-serving production manager, is stressed and making mistakes at work.  Julio takes him for dinner to find out what’s wrong.  When he learns that Miralles’ wife, Aurora (Mara Guil), is seeing another man, Julio drops in at the supermarket where she works to offer advice.  At the start of the film, he conducts a farewell ceremony for the factory’s latest group of marketing interns.  As he makes a presentation to one of them (Eva Rubio), she tearfully whispers her love for Julio.  He calmly tells her, sotto voce, to control herself.  Next day, he’s telling a new crop of interns that he regards them as his daughters.  He’s immediately taken with beautiful, leggy Liliana (Almudena Amor).  She’s immediately aware of his interest and smiles back flirtatiously.

    In the hands of writer-director Fernando León de Aranoa, the film clicks along like a well-oiled machine.   As you’d expect, Javier Bardem is charismatic and commanding in the lead; he gets good support from a thoroughly capable cast.  An effective score, by Zeltia Montes, moves gradually from ironic jauntiness to something darker.  The plotting, though, even allowing that The Good Boss is satirical parable rather than realistic drama, doesn’t satisfy.  Julio eventually betrays people, instigates a violent crime and is forced into humiliating rearguard action – all for the sake of the business award, which Blanco Scales duly wins.  Yet the plot depends not just on his boat being rocked but on Julio’s being responsible for much of the rocking.  He’s wary enough to keep Salva, to Adela’s irritation, at a safe distance from the factory but that’s as far as his caution goes.

    From the start, José (Óscar de la Fuente), who has just lost his job at the factory, is a vociferous thorn in the boss’s side.  He remonstrates noisily with Julio’s sidekick Rubio (Rafa Castejón), in whose office José turns up, his two young children in tow, to protest his redundancy.  This isn’t the best time for Julio to be laying off staff in the first place; instead of offering José a reprieve, he gives him the chance to mount a protest, complete with banners and megaphone, on waste land near the factory.  In a bit of zaniness that doesn’t fit with much else in the film, the rhymes and assonances of the banner slogans appeal increasingly to the firm’s security guard, Román (Fernando Albizu).  By the time Julio belatedly tries to give him his job back, the aggrieved José has started to enjoy his lone anti-capitalism campaign too much to accept the offer.  He has also started to attract press attention.

    Julio’s predatory sex drive is evidently so strong that he can’t hold it in check even for a few days, until after the prize is in the bag.  In a sequence of scenes between them, Adela tells her husband there’s something she’s been meaning to tell him:  she keeps forgetting what it is, then, when she remembers, he’s too busy to listen.  It’s only when he returns home after having sex with Liliana in a hotel room that Adela tells Julio what kept slipping her mind:  his new intern is the only child of good friends of theirs; she, her boyfriend and her parents will all be coming for dinner the following evening.  This explains the knowing look on Liliana’s face as soon as Julio starts eyeing her up but not how it is that he and Adela haven’t seen their friends’ daughter since she was a little girl.  By the end of the film, Liliana has accepted Adela’s invitation to stay in the Blancos’ house, a continuing reminder of Julio’s infidelity.  Adela is an underwritten character:  early on, her unsmiling manner suggests she knows all too well about her husband’s liking for the prettiest girls at the factory.  In the later stages, her attitude to this has turned vague.

    When Julio first tries to talk Aurora out of her extra-marital affair, she asks if he realises that Miralles is having a fling with Inés (Yael Belicha), Julio’s PA.  When he discovers that Aurora’s lover is Khaled (Tarik Rmili), another of his employees, Julio tries again and Aurora slaps his face.  When he summons Khaled for a word on the same subject, Julio is told sharply to mind his own business and to stop telling Khaled he’s one of the family – an ethnic impossibility.  Julio’s persistent meddling serves its plot function and is reasonably entertaining but I didn’t understand what, in the film’s larger satirical scheme, it was meant to reflect.  It comes across as a peculiarity of Julio rather than the usual tendency of an SME boss.

    Although The Good Boss aims for a tangled-web effect, it isn’t until the Friday evening that plot threads come together.  When Julio gets Salva out of jail, the grateful Fortuna tells his boss, ‘I owe you one’; through Fortuna, Julio now arranges for Salva, and the mates who hang around Adela’s shop with him, to beat up José and destroy his pitch.  The hoodlums carry out their instructions but not before José has retaliated, by whacking Salva on the head with a metal bar and fatal results.  With more urgent business to deal with, Julio has given his and Adela’s tickets for the ballet – a freebie from the local mayor – to Román and his wife.  The ballet is Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet.  This enables Fernando León de Aranoa to intercut the theatre auditorium, the mayhem involving José and Salva, and sex between Liliana and Khaled, who are suddenly an item, to the accompaniment of ‘Montagues and Capulets’.  Julio’s calling in the favour from Fortuna brings to mind Don Corleone and the undertaker Bonasera; at one point, Julio tells someone he’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse – ‘Yeah, like in the movie’.  The ground is thus prepared for de Aranoa’s theatrical cross-cutting, which is Coppola-lite.  But in this corporate setting the Prokofiev music, to British ears at least, evokes The Apprentice rather than The Godfather.

    A much bigger problem is the lack of follow-up to the attack on José’s campaign HQ – save for a memorial ceremony for Salva at the factory, which (incredibly) takes place the morning after the young man’s death.  It appears that José, though injured, survives.  Aren’t the police – or the media – going to interview him or investigate the crime scene?   We watch Julio’s desperate contortions but the implication that, if he’s shameless enough, he can still be his own boss, is bizarre in the circumstances.  He owes Miralles one, from boyhood.  We’ve wondered if Julio’s concern for his long-time helper’s wellbeing is bound up with nostalgia for the days when, as kids, they went out shooting with their fathers – to be more precise, as Miralles reminds Julio, when Julio’s father went out shooting and Miralles’s father carried his guns.  To save his skin if not his honour, Julio puts sentimentality aside.  Khaled knows about him and Liliana so Julio fires Miralles and appoints Khaled in his place.  In order to keep Liliana quiet, Julio has to make her head of marketing.  On the award committee’s eventual visit, Julio gets credit for appointing a young woman and a non-white man to management positions.

    In the closing scene, the unfortunate Fortuna is back at Julio’s home, fixing something to the wall on which to hang his latest trophy.  The good boss and his mutely wretched, faithful lackey look at the resulting display and into the camera.   Julio’s face goes ashen as he contemplates his triumph and what he has done to secure it.  Javier Bardem makes this a very striking final shot but its impact isn’t enough to banish the thought that, under The Good Boss‘s smooth surface, defects in the storyline outnumber the skeletons in Julio’s cupboard.

    28 July 2022

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