September 14, 2017
Daughter of the Dragon
– US, 1931
I’ll be honest, I didn’t have very high hopes for Lloyd Corrigan's 1931 film Daughter of the Dragon. After all, the
film was made at a time when American and European movies were not known for
giving Asian and Asian-American actors much in the way of quality roles. When
good roles did come along, it was common practice for them to be played by
Caucasians and for Asian actors to be relegated to supporting roles. It is a
situation that made the star of Daughter
of the Dragon, Anna May Wong, Hollywood’s first real Asian-American female star,
set off for the greener pastures of Britain, where she’d hoped to find meatier
roles. Also appearing in the film is Japanese actor Sessue Hayakawa, at one
time one of the most popular actors in the United States, yet one unfortunately
typecast as either the villain or a man who must make the ultimate sacrifice
so that another couple can find true happiness. Playing these kinds of roles
couldn’t have been fun for either of them, and it is a credit to them both that
they seem to have approached even the most stereotypical of roles
professionally.
Daughter of the Dragon
is everything you’d think it would be, and this is not a compliment. The
film begins with someone’s idea of traditional Asian music and images of both
Buddha and a large red dragon. From there, viewers receive a history of the
infamous Fu Manchu, a man thought to be dead after plotting his revenge on
those he blamed for the deaths of his wife and son during the Boxer Rebellion.
We also learn that he had a daughter, a “celebrated Oriental dancer” curiously
referred to as Princess Ling Moy, who appears to be both famous and extremely wealthy.
(I’m still a little hazy on what she is actually “princess” of, though.)
Fu Manchu is, of course, still among the living and, more importantly,
still seeking revenge for his perceived injustices. Having already killed two
generations of men in the Petrei family, he has his sights set on the remaining
two, and despite his twenty year absence, he has somehow retained all of his
henchman, as well as the assistance of evil architects, who have managed to
connect Ling Moy’s house to the Petrei’s without anyone noticing. It reminded
me of the many underground lairs of Spectre, all of them amazing feats of
architecture that would have taken years to complete and could not possibly
have gone undetected.
Fu Manchu is unsuccessful in his quest for revenge, and he
soon reveals himself to his daughter. She, being the dutiful Chinese daughter
that she is despite having been abandoned twenty years earlier, promises to
finish the job for him. This solemn oath is taken in front of the dragon emblem
with serves as a kind of family insignia and at one point even allows Fu Manchu
to speak from the grave. However, before this, we get to hear Fu Manchu’s views
on women, and they are stereotypically sexist. At one point, Ling Moy vows to
complete the task as her father’s son.
I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean, but it seems to please her father
quite a lot. There are only two obstacles to her completing her mission: a
crafty Chinese officer named Ah Kee (Hayakawa) and her growing love for Ronald
Petrie (Bramwell Fletcher) the man she has to kill.
Regrettably, the film operates on the impression that it has
no time for character development or for casual conversation. There’s barely a
moment that goes by without dialogue that is so direct that it literally forces
the movie forward against its will. Without established characters, people
change personalities whenever it suits the script. One minute a character can
be in love with one person and in the very next scene be professing love for
someone else. In addition, despite ample opportunities, the villains of the
picture never seem willing to actual kill the person they are tasked with
putting an end to. They are more likely to wait a month, insist on his death
occurring in a specific location, or demand to first prove where his heart
lies. It’s enough to make one long for the silliness of Bond’s enemies and
their collective habit of asking him to dine with them.
The film wins some points for its frank discussion of race
and the walls that society erected to prevent interracial romances from
occurring. During one of these moments, Petrei confesses his attraction to Ling
Moy, and she reminds him just how different her physical features are from
those of the women he normally dates, as if to say, “This probably isn’t
possible.” Such scenes would not have been possible a few years later, when the
Hayes Code was more rigorously enforced. It’s also interesting to note the
proposal that Ah Kee makes to Ling Moy, not just of marriage but of relocation.
He seems to be suggesting that the best place for them is China.
It is a testament to Wong and Hayakawa that they survived
the film with their reputations intact. They indeed tried hard to breathe life
into a stale script that depicted the majority of Asian characters as both sinister
and ruthless. Their efforts are commendable, even if they are not entirely
successful. In fact, of all of the actors in the film, the one I’ll remember
most fondly is Harold Minjir, who plays the role of Roger, the Petrei family’s butler.
Sure, the character exists solely to provide comic relief in a film that has no
reason to present it, but his bumbling nature and pursuit of an opportunity to
prove his bravery were quite a joy to behold.
Having read both Anna May Wong’s and Sessue Hayakawa’s biographies,
I knew they had made a film together prior to seeing Daughter of the Dragon, but there is nothing in either book that suggests
that it was the highlight of their careers. The film is a product of its time,
and a good reminder of this is a kiss that Ling Moy and Petrei almost share, as well as the character
whose voice stops it. Films like this couldn’t be made today, and for good
reason. However, go on Amazon and you’ll find a head-scratching five-star review
for Daughter of the Dragon. As they
say, there’s no accounting for taste. (on DVD)
2 stars
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