Stills That Speak #10

 

First and Last Time Jack Would Be Billed Alone Above the Title Where Appearing with Garbo

STS: Stars That Shone and Smoldered, Gold is Where Warners Did Not Find It

SURE WAS SEDUCTIVE --- There is a great old book called Seductive Cinema, written by James Card who used to ramrod the George Eastman House film archive. He showed up also at Syracuse shows, post-GEH retirement, but I never approached him, sort of pygmy in the presence of a giant thing, plus there was something formidable about Card, him among other adventures having a thing with Louise Brooks after she landed in Rochester during the fifties. He shares much insight about her in Seductive Cinema (well, up to a point … if only he’d told it all … there would really be seductive cinema). Card’s reading of film and people tipped me toward insights not arrived at despite years chasing this stuff. For instance, he ponders the whole Garbo thing from her Euro start to uncertain beginning with Metro and trying to make sense of a culture (and language) she had but barest familiarity with. How to survive but to rely on innate hotness, which GG was perceived to have in abundance (notice I don’t say she did, Garbo in that respect less timeless than Brooks … will the latter ever be not be hot?). Garbo needed a patron and got one in John Gilbert, him seemingly born to be used by a woman who was career first, peers last (turning down Freddie Bartholomew for an autograph … really?). I got the feel from reading Card (and others before) that Garbo used Gilbert like any instrument toward success, or at least to keep holes out of roofs over her head. Who knows how hard she had it back home, and besides, how could GG trust any of sharks that swam her way with promises of stateside stardom?

All the While She's Planning How to Use and Then Discard This Poor Man, On Screen and Off

Thing to remember is that Garbo barely spoke English, understood less, and really needed somebody to use influence to hoist her up. Gilbert then was the guy. He had status and stardom to turn her from a Jack to a Queen. Plus he was in “love” with her, as if infatuation off a movie set could be anything other than … infatuation, or simple transaction. Trouble was, Gilbert really bought into phony lovemaking, believing in it wholly which was in part what made him such a magnetic actor. Poor guy even fancied he’d marry Garbo. She surely figured him for a sap, if a useful one. He got her into better pictures after they teamed, and steamed, in Flesh and the Devil, which if you must show a silent melodrama to civilians/normies/whatever, make it this one. Vudu/Fandango streams it High-Def, and presumably so does TCM when they schedule same (not often). Flesh tells a good story of twisty passions, jumped to folklore level when G&G topple onto horizontal state midst floor strewn with their fur coats (snowy outside) and her the dominant one (likely as in life). What they say about ancient movie love is borne out here. Did Gilbert look back on Flesh and the Devil to realize he sort of lived it in the aftermath? Friends saw him for onscreen champ playing offscreen chump. I don’t fully believe tales of Gilbert being stood up at proposed wedding to Garbo. That one’s a little too good to be real-lifeish true, even by tinsel telling. Do you suppose Garbo insisted on him for Queen Christina partly out of guilt? I would not have liked being GG’s boyfriend, too much like being measured for a Kick Me sign.

It Wasn't Just Disney Pushing "Multiplane" Technicolor in Those Days, as Witness Above and Below

GOLD IS WHERE YOU FIND IT (1937) --- This tells real history, doggone it, so why didn’t (or don’t) schools teach Gold Is Where You Find It as part of curriculum? (some did in 1938, says the pressbook) I would have flipped for this in seventh grade, Claude Rains my gateway (Claude Rains!!). There is preface to explain when and what we’re getting into. Sometimes you have to spell out setting, dates and all, to make sense of complexities to follow. Fuss is over farmers drowned by mountains melted by miners for gold, them using recent-developed pressure hoses (eighteen-seventies) instead of primitively panning for the stuff. Clear enough? Just know all outdoors is captured by early-on Technicolor, which even off Warners’ old transfer still looks striking. Trees topple like in WB’s other back-to-nature Valley of the Giants, made close around this time, plus first arriver God’s Country and the Woman. Folks probably preferred looking at these to taking real vacations in the wild. At least you’d not get rained on or bitten by snakes inside theatres. Reminds me … kids used to say there were rats at the Liberty, all that candy and corn dropped on floors, but I never observed them. Guess rats, like gold, are where you find them. Gold is just that for beauty of its telling, more showing, of natural bounties, though not to be underestimated is factual backdrop of big business badness doing any and all ruthless things to coax yellow rocks out of ground. WB went hard on corporate schemers, and there they were scheming most aggressively of all. Bless all hypocrites, them the stuff of great drama, if complicated lives.

Like Sitting in a Sauna, but for Director Curtiz (at Left), Even Coals of Hell are Comfortable

Mining interests get well impugned here, them staging fancy balls to bask in corruption, even inviting former president U.S. Grant to sip ill-got champagne. Fun is inside joking over inventions we know will revolutionize us, folks including Grant calling them screwy at best, impossible at least (telephones, electric lights, you name it). Bad capitalists are led by Sidney Toler, John Litel, others as welcome, and I liked how Gold presents upwardly mobiles tied by family, marriage, some inbred way or other. Does wealth and power still circulate on such terms? George Brent is the outsider who must quell greed, him against seemingly everybody (when you think about it, these Warner “social” documents could be a cynical lot where turned fully loose). I’m surprised modern miners didn’t take offense at how they're shown here, Gold depicting evils practiced but fifty years before and probably still going on in 1937-8 when the film circulated. Wonder if the Brent part was initially considered for Errol Flynn, especially with Olivia De Havilland being the girl lead. Flynn would have been fine and apropos, a tilt to Technicolor predating Adventures of Robin Hood, if by mere months. Imagine him, DeHavilland, Claude Rains, getting in color rehearsal time for Robin, Maid Marion, Prince John. That would make Gold Is Where You Find It a better-remembered picture than obscure one it is. Gold should be known, deserves to be, won’t be till Warners does spit-and-polish on the elements and gets out a Blu-Ray. Surprising was cash poured into this, over a million that resulted in final loss, me to wonder if maybe the odd title was to blame. Would you have spent your last 1938 dime to go see Gold is Where You Find It?