Liliom (1930)

                             Lee Tracy and Charles Farrell                         
Frank Borzage's Liliom is an uneasy mixture of fantasy and romantic melodrama from 1930. The source material for the film was Ferenc Molnár's play which also served as the basis for Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical Carousel. A word about Mr. Molnár aka Franz Molnar aka Ferenc Neumann. Even though his plays are rarely performed today in America, Molnar's work was widely popular and revered in the first half of the 20th century. Over a hundred films have been derived from his work which also includes such chestnuts as The Guardsman, The Swan, One Two Three, and The Good Fairy. Liliom was a flop when it first premiered in Molnár's native Budapest in 1909, but a Broadway production with Joseph Schildkraut and Eva La Gallienne in 1921 proved to be a runaway hit and established the play in America. Molnar's work is marked by fantasy and romantic wish-fulfillment, but there is a decided element of realism in his mix. Certainly, Liliom's striking his daughter in the concluding section of this film gives it a slap of reality especially compared to a modern marshmallow confection like Project Hail Mary.

Liliom proved to be a flop at the box office and I think I know why. Borzage and his art director, Harry Oliver (Seventh Heaven, Scarface), give the film a look that is both spare and expressionistic. The fairy tale nature of the tale is reinforced by this look, but it is also designed to heighten the grim determinism of the tale's moral. The lights of the carnival where Liliom (Charles Farrell) works as a barker are visible from the absurdly huge window in the denuded tenement where his lady love Julie (Rose Hobart) toils. The glittering artifice of the carnival cannot mask the base passions and treachery that motivate Molnár's characters. The slashing angles of the steps and bridge where a bungled robbery leads to a suicide emphasize that the characters in the film are caught in a trap of their own devising. Yet, I feel that audiences had had enough of this look, a vestige of the recently departed silent era and its masterpieces by Borzage and Murnau. Liliom is also paced deliberately like a silent film which helps gives an otherworldly feel that is appropriate for the film. However, by 1930, this too felt out of date and the modern rat-a tat-tat rhythms found in Scarface and James Cagney features would soon be ascendent.

The most obvious flaw of Liliom is the miscasting of Charles Farrell in the title role. Farrell had co-starred with Janet Gaynor in a recent spate of hits for Fox and Borzage. Farrell always seems a lover not a fighter. His character is a brash and macho narcissist who beats Julie and is easily led into criminality. Farrell is not nearly brutish enough for the role and his pinched voice doesn't help. Borzage wanted Farrell for the role, over Joel McCrea, and Farrell does have his moments when Liliom shows vulnerability. Ultimately though, he cannot exude the thoughtless brutality of the character. Rose Hobart fares better in her film debut. She was plucked, like a lot of actors in response to the coming of sound, from Broadway. Significantly she was a member of Eva Le Gallienne's Civic Repertory Theatre. Some have ventured that Janet Gaynor would have brought a nice sweetness to the role of Julie, but I find Ms. Hobart's sullenness to be appropriate for the character, a much put upon serving girl. Like Farrell, Hobart would soon descend to B pictures. Farrell ended up being a longtime mayor of Palm Springs, whereas Hobart would fall afoul of the blacklist; allegedly fingered by Lee J. Cobb. Still, she achieved immortality thanks to the divine intervention and devotion of Joseph Cornell. 

The supporting cast of Liliom is largely a delight. Lee Tracy is perfect for the role of "The Buzzard", a  smooth-talking brigand who coaxes Liliom into criminality. Tracy would have a brief ascendancy before his misadventures in Mexico. Dan Duryea would eventually don Tracy's mantle as Hollywood's number one weasel. H. B. Warner's uprightness is perfect for once as the "Chief Magistrate". I also enjoyed the efforts of Estelle Taylor (dripping venom), Bert Roach, and Anne Shirley. The film, for both good and bad, is all Borzage. His naive Catholicism makes his romanticism seem corny and out of date to some modern viewers, but I find his films to be fervent and memorable in the brief glory he grants his lovers. Even when his lovers suffer, they do so beautifully. Liliom is currently streaming on Tubi in a good print comparable to the one on the Murnau Borzage Fox box.

As an aside, I have only seen one production of Carousel that captured the underlying grimness contained in Molnár's original. It was Nicholas Hytner's Royal National Theatre production. Hytner prefaced the musical with a rhythmic pantomime of Julie and her cohorts working in a mill. This established the dull and repetitive nature of Julie's life and undercut the cloying sweetness that undermines most productions of the piece. 

Highest 2 Lowest

Denzel Washington
Spike Lee's Highest 2 Lowest is a dully mechanical remake of Akira Kurosawa's High and Low. Alan Fox's script changes the locale to New York and makes the 'high' character, Denzel Washington's David King, a music executive, but the core narrative remains the same. In both films, kidnappers target the son of the executive, but wind up snatching the son of his driver (here the always exemplary Jeffrey Wright) instead. Highest 2 Lowest never really recovers from its laborious and trite setup. Pretty much every member of the cast urges King to pay the ransom money, but he hems and haws how the music business has changed and the crime is ruining his last chance to be top dog. No one in his right mind, even if they haven't seen High and Low, thinks that King will not do the right thing.

The film gets better when it slips into action mode in its second half. Lee has always been expert in his use of New York locales and I enjoyed the tunes employed that range from Rogers and Hammerstein to Eddie Palmieri. Washington is always fun to watch and gets to both puncture his own pomposity and remain a kick ass dude. I very much enjoyed his face-offs with Princess Nokia and A$AP Rocky. Nonetheless, this is not a memorable film. Like many a Spike Lee joint, it feels over stuffed and gaseous. The film is at least twenty minutes too long. As with his version of Old Boy, Highest 2 Lowest is an unnecessary redo. High and Low is available to stream for free on Tubi and is highly recommended.

Intermezzo vs. Intermezzo

The winner: Ingrid Bergman and Gösta Ekman

I decided to re-view the 1939 American version of Intermezzo after moderately enjoying the 1936 Swedish version. Both films feature Ingrid Bergman, the later Selznick production was her American film debut. The scenario is standard romantic tripe: an aging violinist falls in love with a comely young pianist. He leaves wife and kids and the new duo make beautiful music together, but this idyll cannot last and the violinist returns to home and hearth. Both films did boffo biz at the box office. I prefer the original, but the American version has its merits.

The American version clocks in at 70 minutes while the original version is some twenty minutes longer. The American version therefore is not as slavish a rendition as Algiers was of Pépé le Moko. 👷 George O'Neil, who adapted the earlier Molander/Ekman script, rightly jettisoned some material, but the remake seems truncated. The Swedish version has more music, though many scenes are verbatim. An early scene in the 1939 film between the violinist Holgar Brandt (Leslie Howard) and his missus (Edna Best) has a few distracting jump cuts that makes one believe a page or two of dialogue was tossed. Similarly the American version excises most of the first twenty minutes of the Swedish version which focuses on the retirement of Brandt's musical partner. 

The American version boasts better production values. The 1939 film substitutes a nice faux Riviera village for the Swiss one of 1936. The cinematography of Gregg Toland gives the American film's close-ups a luxe feel. Ms. Bergman glows with an inner mounting flame in both films, but her English dialogue is a little slushy. The supporting casts of both films are very good, but the 1939 film's making Brandt's son younger displays its tendency towards sentimentalizing the material. That sentimentality extends to the use of the Brandt's family dog who is given a bigger role in the later version with lots of comic reaction shots. The use of the pooch as a totem of fido fidelity is beyond the ken of the filmmakers.

The direction in both films, by Gustaf Molander and Gregory Ratoff respectively, is stolid and unremarkable. The trump card for the Swedish version is its Holgar Brandt. I like Leslie Howard well enough, particularly in The Scarlet Pimpernel. However, his matinee idol charm sometimes strikes me as wan and wooden. That's why he was so well cast as Ashley Wilkes. However, the role of Holger Brandt requires a dark charisma that was beyond Mr. Howard. And after all, the role was made for and by Gösta Ekman. He possessed the grandiose and saturnine qualities required, being the continental equivalent of John Barrymore. Like Barrymore, his greatest triumphs were on the stage where he played roles by Shakespeare, Ibsen, Strindberg, and Shaw. His film appearances were more limited, but include the title role in the greatest silent film of them all, Murnau's Faust. Sadly, both Ekman and Howard (and Gregg Toland) would be dead by 1945.

👷 One day I will tackle Gaslight vs. Gaslight. I'm a George Cukor fan, but Thorold Dickinson is under appreciated.