The Liberation of L B Jones
William Wyler (1970)
William Wyler’s last film has things in common with Norman Jewison’s In the Heat of the Night (1967). Both are contemporary stories set in the American South: Sparta, Mississippi in Jewison’s picture; Somerton, Tennessee in Wyler’s. Both begin with the arrival in town of a train, carrying passengers who’ll be important in the story, and end with the same characters’ departure on another train. Both are adaptations of novels published in 1965 and have Stirling Silliphant’s name on the screenplay – Silliphant shares the writing credit for Wyler’s movie with the novel’s author, Jesse Hill Ford. (Although Somerton is technically fictitious, it’s based on Humboldt, Tennessee where Ford, originally from Alabama, lived at the time he wrote the novel.) Most important, both films are much concerned with local racism – but they treat the theme very differently. In the Heat of the Night explores and dramatises it through strong characters and an involving crime plot. The Liberation of L B Jones’s denunciation of racism is so explicit and dominant that characters and storyline are no more than means of illustrating the abominable social and moral codes of southern US states in the early 1960s.
The three people of interest on the arriving and departing trains don’t all sit together. Newlywed Steve Mundine (Lee Majors, a few years before he became bionic man Steve Austin), accompanied by his wife Nella (Barbara Hershey), is coming south to Somerton to be a partner in the legal firm of his uncle, Oman Hedgepath (Lee J Cobb), the town attorney and its most respected citizen. Elsewhere on the train, a thirtyish African American, Sonny ‘Sonny Boy’ Mosby (Yaphet Kotto), has a handgun, hidden in a cigar box, for company. Sonny Boy is returning to Somerton, after an absence of many years, with revenge in mind. As a young teenager, he was viciously beaten by a white police officer, Stanley Bumpas (Arch Johnson). A renewed confrontation with Bumpas nearly happens sooner than Sonny Boy anticipated. After jumping from the train as it slows on approach to the station, he’s spotted by two white cops, one of whom gets out of the car and questions Sonny Boy. This is Willie Joe Worth (Anthony Zerbe). His work partner, who stays in the car, is Stanley Bumpas.
Although both police officers will be crucial in what happens, Worth has a lot more screen time. He’s having an affair with Emma (Lola Falana), the much younger wife of Lord Byron Jones (Roscoe Lee Browne), whose successful funeral business has made him the most affluent Black man in Somerton. L B Jones first appears in Hedgepath’s office while the latter is showing his nephew round: Jones explains that he’s going to divorce Emma, who’s pregnant with Worth’s child. Hedgepath, chiefly to stop the cop’s affair with a Black woman becoming public knowledge, discourages Jones from pursuing divorce proceedings but he’s determined to go ahead. For her part, Emma refuses not to contest the divorce: marriage to Jones has accustomed her to a high standard of living; she wants to end up with alimony enough to maintain it. Worth, who’s married with kids, is panicked by the threat of a miscegenation scandal and beats Emma up. He and Bumpas, when Jones refuses to withdraw the divorce suit, then arrest him on trumped-up charges. Jones escapes briefly but is hunted down in a scrapyard, where the two officers handcuff and hold him at gunpoint. Worth shoots Jones dead. Bumpas mutilates his body with the idea of making the murder look like a Black revenge killing and hangs the corpse from a wrecker hook.
Emma and Jones’ assistant Benny (Fayard Nicholas) are initially arrested for the killing. When it soon emerges that Benny was already in police cells at the time the murder took place, and that his and Emma’s confessions were obtained with the help of a cattle prod, Hedgepath tells the police to drop the charges. Worth, horrified by what he and Bumpas have done, turns himself in. Hedgepath again sorts things out, swiftly arranging a cover-up. He disposes of the murder weapon, issues Worth with a different gun and tells him to keep his mouth shut; Somerton’s mayor (Dub Taylor), present during this interview, is happy to let Hedgepath handle things. While Bumpas is off duty and working land that he owns, Sonny Boy Mosby takes his revenge. Rather than use the firearm he brought with him to Somerton, he pushes Bumpas into his own threshing machine. For nearly all the main survivors, the outcome represents a pyrrhic victory. Worth must live with his guilt. Emma looks set to inherit her late husband’s wealth and be ostracised by the Black community that mourns L B Jones. Hedgepath is abandoned by his nephew, who’s dismayed by his uncle’s conduct. Steve and Nella Mundine return whence they came, presumably up north; their inability to do anything more than that is another kind of defeat. Taking the same train out of town, Sonny Boy Mosby at least has the satisfaction of leaving Somerton his mission accomplished.
The Liberation of L B Jones wasn’t a great success on its original release. Not long before his death in 1981, William Wyler told his daughter that he had aimed the film at white audiences that he hoped to embarrass and enrage. In the event, word of mouth and some negative reviews turned those audiences off seeing the movie at all. Variety dismissed it as an ‘inter-racial sexploitation film’ and L B Jones was widely seen as shockingly untypical of Wyler, for its violence and bloodshed, and its unrelieved pessimism – though I don’t agree the latter quality is unusual in his work. There are few Hollywood films with an ending as breathtakingly bleak as that of The Heiress (1949); two consecutive Wyler films of the 1960s, The Children’s Hour (1961) and The Collector (1965), are hardly more cheerful.
The BFI handout for L B Jones screenings in their ‘The Old Man is Still Alive’ season comprises an admiring 2011 Sight and Sound piece on the film from Neil Sinyard, who declares himself ‘a huge fan of Wyler’s work’. Yet the film has also more recently been acknowledged by critics very differently disposed to Wyler but who see L B Jones as ‘a disturbingly accurate picture of what hasn’t changed in America in the intervening half century’. That’s Richard Brody in a New Yorker article of 2020, where he also describes Wyler as ‘a reserved filmmaker – theatrically precise as a director of actors and meticulous, if fussy, as a creator of compositions’. BFI’s ‘Old Man’ programme has been curated by Karina Longworth, host of the ‘You Must Remember This’ podcast: in her brisk introduction to the screening of Wyler’s film that I attended, Longworth, though far from disparaging of its director, echoed Brody’s recognition of L B Jones as highly-relevant-today, and was keen to stress its ‘misogynoir’ credentials.
As a William Wyler fan, I must admit I found The Liberation of L B Jones startling for the wrong reasons – which are also reasons that I think really are untypical of Wyler. The film is sometimes technically shaky and the performances are a mixed bag, to put it kindly. In some early sequences particularly, the editing is awkward. When he picks himself up after jumping from the train into Somerton, Sonny Boy sees the police car approaching before Wyler and his editor, Carl A Kress, cut to Yaphet Kotto’s face registering sudden alarm. Once Worth has sent Sonny Boy on his way and returns to the car, there’s another reaction shot, from which it’s unclear if Sonny Boy is shuddering at the encounter with Worth or has spotted and recognised Bumpas inside the car. After Hedgepath, preoccupied with introducing Steve Mundine to their business premises, has virtually dismissed L B Jones from his office, Mundine, struck by what Jones has said, looks thoughtful: the camera stays on Lee Majors’ face too long.
Easily the best performance in the film comes from Roscoe Lee Browne. He conveys, economically but powerfully, the unspoken strength of Jones’s physical desire for Emma as well as his formidable rectitude (his initials could, in Somerton parlance, stand for law ‘biding). Lee J Cobb’s playing is well judged, especially when Hedgepath, urgent yet businesslike, takes steps to conceal Worth’s crime. Lee Majors and Barbara Hershey don’t make much impression because neither gets the chance to. The real problem is the cast members other than Browne and Cobb with more to do. Despite the supposedly highly-charged atmosphere of the story, most of the cast seem to be performing in isolation from each other. Wyler allows most of the Black actors – even actors who would become as good as Yaphet Kotto did – to incarnate righteous anger or compassion so self-consciously that their scenes slow to a halt. This is especially true of the elderly Zara Cully, as the woman who looked after Sonny Boy as a child. Emma isn’t righteous or compassionate but Lola Falana also seems to be doing a disconnected turn. The white cast are worse, though, eager to overdo their characters’ malignity or – in the case of Chill Wills, as another police officer – their comic ineptitude. Anthony Zerbe acts up a storm; so much so that, when Hedgepath tells him to keep schtum about what really happened to L B Jones, you can’t believe the disintegrating Willie Joe Worth will be remotely capable of the self-control that demands.
Richard Brody is right that Wyler ‘renders the performances blatantly emblematic’ (or too many of the performances anyway) although this may well, as Brody also implies, reflect Wyler’s own outrage at the events he describes. If so, perhaps it wasn’t the first time this happened late in his career: Wyler allowed some bad acting in The Children’s Hour, too. It’s nevertheless remarkable how long he kept making high quality films of amazing variety. His third last was The Collector, his second last Funny Girl (1968). He didn’t sustain the quality to the very end but this last film certainly passes the variety test. And although The Liberation of L J Jones is an anti-climax to a great career, there is a consolation. Despite the poor health Wyler was in by the time he made it, the film isn’t listless: there’s no lack of energy on the part of the ‘Old Man’ behind the camera.
15 April 2025