Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Last Laugh (1924)

I've taken a considerable interest in F. W. Murnau these days (one of the prominent German directors of the silent period), particularly with his melodramas, after watching the famous Sunrise (1927) and now, The Last Laugh (1924). Did you know that Sunrise, his first American project that is often considered one of the best silent films ever made, was basically a complete disaster at the box office? Considering that he was basically begged by Hollywood to take the trip overseas to make American films, it's shocking to realize how uninterested the general population was. I am reading probably the most well known book on the filmmaker, aptly titled Murnau, and Lotte Eisner points out that even William Fox himself "went round everywhere introducing him as the 'German genius.'" Hollywood went crazy over this guy, and took extensive lengths to finance his ravenous artistic ambition.

The Last Laugh, originally called The Last Man in German, was the film that really sparked Hollywood's interest. Eisner says that "it was almost a universal decision of Hollywood that this was the greatest picture ever made. Yet it was not a successful picture." Not even in Germany! There is a very informative article on German cinema by Joseph Garncarz, entitled "Art and Industry: German Cinema of the 1920's," that describes the context from where these German artistic achievements, including most of Murnau and Fritz Lang's early films, were being made. Basically, Ufa was one of the largest of the German studios that really valued cinema as art, and thus, gave these directors full artistic control. That's great for us today (we get to stare in awe at the pure work of true auteurs), but for Ufa, it was not so much a wise business decision. I suspect this is the type of issue that made the auteur an eternal subject of controversy, since Murnau failed financially both in Berlin and Hollywood, after being generously given full control in both nations.

Directors are not as business-minded as producers are. Nor do the artistic visions of an auteur appeal to a real mass of people. So, I suppose it makes more sense as to how Murnau can win the Oscar in 1927, yet nearly bankrupt the studio in the same breath.

Thankfully, we do have films like The Last Laugh. Which, in my opinion is one of his most ambitious films. I like how Eisner puts it: "movie fans are not much interested in plots about old men." Yet, it is the exact project that Hollywood envied. 

What an interesting state Hollywood was in. Some of the greatest films ever made came out of this divide: a time when the industry truly valued art, ambition, vision. It was only a matter of time before they realized they couldn't really cash that in.

Well, I haven't really even started talking about the film yet. I suppose I am just as much interested in Murnau and The Last Laugh as I am in the vibrant film history of the 1920's. It is truly a crucial time period.

Anyways, The Last Laugh opens with a proud, jovial doorman working at a hotel in Berlin. He basks in the perceived "glories" of his job, nearly skipping around to help travelers and familiar clientele. When he is suddenly demoted because of his old age to the job of bathroom attendant, his entire world shatters. It may seem odd to call this a King Lear story, but Murnau's incredible ability to create drama out of thin air makes the story one of the most tragic silent films ever made (if you have seen the film, I know what you're thinking...we'll talk about the ending later).




Murnau's superior melodramatic techniques stem from his roots in German Expressionism, a dramatic artistic movement that had a profound effect on German cinema (think Metropolis). Murnau's high contrast lighting, complex angles and compositions, subjective and mobile camerawork, well-timed editing and juxtaposition, and intricate set design/costumes all relate to this Expressionist approach that create almost a surreal version of Berlin. The city becomes an entity of itself that poses as both an ally and threat to its character.

This is the most technically advanced and impressive silent film I have ever seen, apart from, well, Sunrise.



The old man's tragic disconnect from the city (his life purpose as a doorman) depicts the consequences of being removed from modern Berlin. In Walter Ruttman's Berlin: Symphony of a Great City (1927), a non-narrative montage of a single day in the city, Berlin is depicted as a machine (symbolizing urbanization). Through juxtapositions of objects and people, everyone and everything has a purpose, contributing to the city as a whole. The Last Laugh imagines the anxieties of losing one's place from this modern entity. Murnau seems to suggest that modernity lacks a function for the old, a common concern of the time.


                                                 Berlin: Symphony of a Great City (1927)

Substantively, I was fascinated by one strong, crucial detail in the film:
The Last Laugh's fixation on the doorman's uniform.
When the old man is demoted and forced to give up his ornate garments, his quest to return to status does not manifest in reasserting himself as capable for the job, but instead in the pursuit of the uniform. I found it pretty extreme for him to break into the offices at the hotel just so he could steal back the coat and feel the illusion of status again. Murnau is making an interesting point here. Did the coat really put him of higher status in the first place? Let's not forget the man was only a doorman, after all. That the man has no other greater aspiration other than to simply wear the uniform again, employed or not, draws attention to the uniform itself. It becomes not a symbol of status or even an object, but a personal self-fulfillment. The doorman defines himself by his uniform, and without it, he loses his identity.

Eisner very famously asserts that: "[The Last Laugh] could only be a German story. For it could only happen in a country where the uniform (as it was at the time the film was made) was more than God."

This isn't some modern satire Murnau is painting about consumerism. The uniform itself is what really matters. I think it is easy to watch the film and assume Murnau is criticizing society on a symbolic level. No, Murnau is depicting a real mentality.

Roger Ebert chillingly suggests a foreshadowing of the Nazi regime from this obsession with the uniform.
 
What do you think?
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Now, I have not even mentioned the most well-remembered and incredible aspect of the film...Murnau tells the story without a single intertitle slide! That's right, not only is the film silent, but it needs no commentary to tell the story. The images and editing explain itself. I can imagine this was what really drew in a Hollywood producer like William Fox. It is basically the goal of every silent director: to let the medium speak for itself. Murnau was one of the only filmmakers to successfully accomplish this.

Okay, I said no intertitles. Not entirely true. But, this has to do with the ending I said we'd get to. There's basically two endings. One leaves our doorman empty and despairing, destined to finish off his days in isolation in the hotel bathroom. Suddenly, in perhaps the most obnoxious break of diegesis in cinematic history, Murnau slaps on a intertitle. I'll let you read it for yourself:

The man comes across a massive fortune by true deus ex machina (What wikipedia defines as "a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem is suddenly and abruptly resolved by the contrived and unexpected intervention of some new event, character, ability or object"). It is truly the most ridiculous ending you will ever see.

Not only does it contradict the man's true desires from before (to simply wear the uniform), but it also reduces the film to a "modern commercial fairytale ending" (Eisner). Eisner attributes the ending to Ufa demands to please the masses. That would explain Murnau's ludicrous approach to ending on a happy note. It is easy to pick up on an aura of sarcasm.

Who had the last laugh now? (I'm so sorry.)

What Ufa should have realized was that the film was destined to fail anyway. A tragedy about a doorman who loses his job could have been a serious warning sign.

Perhaps, the ending is still brilliant in terms of portraying the hopelessness of modernity. For, the forced attempt at satisfaction has the opposite effect. The story becomes even more bleak. Consider that there were multitudes of despairing people struggling with urbanization in the 1920's who could have related to the doorman. Deus ex machina intervenes in this relationship, creating a divide between the character and the viewer. It seems the old man becomes a part of a story--a classic fantasy.
Imagine feeling a connection with someone who is as isolated as you are, but they end up being saved by an improbable stroke of luck.

I would think that would be even more devastating than the realistic ending intended.

Bottom line:
Historically, cinematically, and socially important, The Last Laugh is a key film of the silent age. It is a real image of an urbanized Berlin and a testament to the true superiority of Murnau.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Weekly Tribute--Cecil B. DeMille

DeMille was an obvious choice for this first tribute for a couple of different reasons:

1) with Darren Aronofsky's Noah just around the corner, and Ridley Scott's Exodus close behind, it seemed only fair to honor the man responsible for adapting the Bible into a cinematic epic spectacle; 2) I recently wrote a paper on DeMille's influential silent era career, and all that enthusiasm and appreciation of the filmmaker are still fresh on my mind; 3) and more personally, DeMille's synthesis of entertainment and Biblical truth is especially valued by my aspirations to be a scholar, filmmaker, and of course, moviegoer.

But, before I want to get into any of that, I found some real gems on IMDB. Truth or half truth, I think one can still get a good idea of what it was like to work with him by these anecdotes:
  • DeMille welcomed a new assistant to his private bungalow on the Paramount lot. "This is an old building," he told the young man. "You'll notice the floor slants down and to the left. I'm placing you in the left side office at the end of the hall, so you can watch the heads as they roll by."
  • DeMille was sitting in a Paramount executive's office, discussing a film he wanted to make. The climax of the film would be yet another huge battle sequence, requiring thousands of extras. When the studio executive complained that it would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to pay all the extras needed for the battle, DeMille smiled wickedly. "I've got that covered," he said. "We'll use real bullets."
  • My personal favorite: DeMille was on a movie set one day, about to film an important scene. He was giving a set of complicated instructions to a huge crowd of extras, when he suddenly noticed one female extra talking to another. Enraged, DeMille shouted at the extra, "Will you kindly tell everyone here what you are talking about that is so important?!" The extra replied, "I was just saying to my friend, 'I wonder when that bald-headed son of a bitch is going to call lunch.'" DeMille glared at the extra for a moment, then yelled, "Lunch!"
Apart from the humor, his strong organizational and leadership skills seen here, although rough around the edges, are responsible with gracing us with some of the most amazing spectacles ever to hit the big screen. In searching through some New York Times archives, I found a review by critic Andre Sennwald, written in 1935 about the release of DeMille's The Crusades:

"On his clamorous screen you will discover the most impressive mass excitement that the screen has offered in years. Once you have granted him his right to exaggerate the significance of Miss Loretta Young and the amorous instinct in the wars of the cross and the crescent, you are his prisoner until the show has ended. Mr. De Mille has no peer in the world when it comes to bringing the panoplied splendor of the past into torrential life upon the screen."

There's about five more paragraphs of pure praise and sincere excitement. Imagine if critics still wrote like this--so childishly in love and impressed with their beloved medium! I cannot help but imagine him a Méliès, or Lumière brother, or Edison--a man who entertained people with what Tom Gunning calls the "cinema of attractions."

For some of his masterpiece spectacles, check out The Ten Commandments (1956), The Greatest Show on Earth (1952), or Samson and Delilah (1949). Tell me they don't have the ability to capture your astonishment even to this day, even if only by the sheer amount of extras.

The Ten Commandments (1956)

But DeMille's career did not start here. Maybe it will ring some bells if I quote a certain line from Wilder's Sunset Blvd.: "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." Yes, as Norma Desmond would tell you even to this day, DeMille is, and always will be, the face of Hollywood. As a silent director, he revolutionized both the art and technicalities of filmmaking.

In my term paper, "Cecil B. DeMille, the Melodrama, and the Language of Cinema," I identify three key contributions he made to the Hollywood movie format: lighting, spatial manipulation, and acting. Oh, and all of it is done in a straightforward analysis of one, six-minute long scene from The Cheat (1915):

Lighting
In this scene (which I won't describe because you need to go watch the whole film right now!), DeMille uses lighting as a crucial dramatic effect. Not only was light not really important to the drama at that time, but also almost all films were being lit with natural light (a technique standardized in the 1890's)! I do not think we credit DeMille enough for his innovative use of Rembrandt lighting (studio lighting). Although he did not invent it, DeMille was the first to utilize its possibilities. So all you film students out there learning the three-point lighting system can thank him!



Spatial Manipulation
With no reason to get real technical here, what I mean by space has to do with DeMille's framework--the way he traps characters in frames, keeps tight shots, and makes large spaces feel like a prison. It is easy to go unnoticed by the modern viewer because we're so used to it. But, DeMille was putting the camera up close in actor's faces at a time when the camera acted like the fourth wall of theater. No more excessive wide angles!

Acting
Acting also relates to DeMille's efforts to separate film from theater. Watch any silent film and you will know what I mean. Actors were extremely over-dramatic, from the way they moved their eyes, to entire body spasms. The Cheat offers an interesting contrast here that I would love to more extensively research and write about, as it was only about a page long in my paper. Basically, Fannie Ward's performance is a more typical performance of the time, while Sessue Hayakawa (a Japanese actor) delivered perhaps the most progressive performance of the era. His natural and fluid acting was decades ahead of its time. To attribute it all to him, or to DeMille's direction, would be the subject of a very interesting research project.



Forgive me if I'm rambling. There's so much to say, as I try my best to keep it brief. Not only am I so admiring of DeMille's legacy, but this is also my first tribute! Exciting stuff.

One last proclamation and then I'm done.

On DeMille's legacy page, easy to find on google, there is nothing more inspiring than reading, "Raised with a love for and knowledge of the Bible, DeMille saw the screen as a universal pulpit." As an aspiring Christian filmmaker, I cannot help but praise his mentality. As much as I am looking forward to seeing Noah's endeavor on the arc or the Israelite exodus out of Egypt blown to epic proportions on the big screen, it is saddening to think of them as Hollywood commercialization. Not that DeMille's Biblical epics were any different from an industry standpoint, but he still believed in his projects as Biblical truth. Controversy regarding Aronofsky's green message in Noah or Ridley Scott calling religion the biggest "source of evil" in an interview about Exodus, just dampens my excitement.

I am thankful for DeMille and his great legacy. He did more than just masterfully tell the stories--he believed in them.



Friday, March 14, 2014

Intro or something...

Welcome to Cinematic Vibes! What a beautiful moment (from an otherwise drab night). Wow. It has been quite a journey. From launching the blog, to aptly naming it, to choosing one of the seven templates--it feels so good to be here.
Well, to kick-off my awkward intro, I suppose I best introduce myself: I am a college student embracing the liberal arts (gasp!) as an English and Film Studies major. As such, I study, ponder, analyze, enjoy, watch, re-watch, and absorb films--and all their vibes. Oh come on, all motion pictures have vibes. They are the feelings all films attempt to deliver. You know, the warm fuzziness of a Spielberg film or the cold detachment that Kubrick always achieves (please allow my terribly banal examples for an obvious point). Here at Cinematic Vibes, I promise a completely biased, sometimes humorous, and hopefully insightful approach to film--mainstream and indie, old and new, foreign and Hollywood--and the vibes that accompany them.

           --Forgive my casual prose here in this post. I gotta be inviting dont i??!?!??!?--

Of course, included in the blog are my more formal reviews, analysis, and news. I also plan to keep you updated on my current projects and any film festivals I am involved in (currently, a UNC-Wilmington's Vision's film conference finalist!)--not that YOU--whoever YOU is--really cares anyway.

Well, tonight I happened to watch Oliver Stone's Platoon to finish off my re-watching of the Vietnam trilogy (Apocalypse Now, Full Metal Jacket, Platoon)--a task that took over a month, thank you college. My roommate, who had not seen it, declared as the credits rolled, "Wow, that true Vietnam movie." His broken grammar keyed me into his sarcasm.

There was something incredibly, well, true about his words. I kept asking myself, "is Oliver Stone's Best Picture Winner really going for realism?" Is this supposed to be some accurate image of Vietnam?

Roger Ebert's 4/4 star review of the film interestingly asserts that the Vietnam Vet Stone "tried to make a movie about the war that is not fantasy, not legend, not metaphor, not message, but simply a memory of what it seemed like at the time to him."

Man, Stone must have gone through a lot. Fighting not only the Viet Cong in daily ambush attack, BUT ALSO a psychopathic killer Sergeant who murders other soldiers (played by no other than the terrifying Tom Berenger).


                      Imagine all the terrifying/confusing vibes I got from a scene like this.

Vietnam was an action movie.

--I mean no disrespect to the War or Stone as a director or veteran.--

But, I have trouble accepting dramatics--especially when it comes to historical adaptation--as reality.

Platoon is a great film. FILM. I get that it captures attitudes and characters and such and such that actually reflect real veterans. But an action film with a grand climax it certainly still is.

Okay, I'm already rambling on my first post. Here's one last complaint with those who consider films reality:

Film is inherently dramatic. And the situational dramatics in film are extremes. (Why else would they be entertaining.) To have a sergeant murdering his comrades in secrecy in the woods is an extreme. Therefore, to mistakenly treat the film as reality suggests commonality. I felt the same way about 12 Years a Slave. A masterpiece film it is, a common picture of slavery it is not.

Now, for your entertainment,

Michael Fassbender as a psychopath: