Showing posts with label Tod Browning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tod Browning. Show all posts

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Review - White Tiger (1923)

December 27, 2020

White Tiger – US, 1923


Tod Browning’s White Tiger is a curious thing. It begins by setting up a tale of revenge, then switches to a crime drama, returns subtly to its original theme, and then ends with a strange message of redemption and love. More on that later. Interestingly, it employs as one of its narrative devices a chess-playing automaton, an obvious reference to the Turk, a bogus machine constructed in the late 18th century and touted by a series of owners as a legitimate form of early AI. Believing they were playing a bona fide machine, the Turk attracted players such as Napoleon Bonaparte, who apparently made several attempts at cheating, and Benjamin Franklin. In White Tiger, we find it being used to lure customers to a famous wax museum. 

Its operator is a young man named Roy Donovan (Raymond Griffith). When we first meet him, he is a young boy playing with his sister, Sylvia (later played by Priscilla Dean), near his father, Mike Donovan (Alfred Allen), whose premonitions of danger have made him a nervous wreck. Also, in the room with them is Hawkes (Wallace Beery), Hawkes is impatient about something, so after Sylvia goes off to bed peacefully, he convinces Roy to follow suit in such a violent fashion that the boy turns back and, in a rather heavy-handed bit of foreshadowing, voices his hope that Hawkes is alive long enough for Roy to exact revenge.

What follows is a bit confusing, but the result is that the elder Donovan is shot, while Sylvia is shielded by Hawkes, who tells her that both her father and brother are dead and that her silence is essential if the two of them are to avoid joining them. The film then flashes forward twenty years, where we find Sylvia a seasoned thief, having been raised by Hawkes, and Roy a master chess player whose skills have somehow escaped the notice of the general public. There are several problems with this new reality. If Hawkes was responsible for Donovan’s death, why wouldn’t he know that Roy was still alive, and if he is as deceitful and loathsome as he is portrayed, why wouldn’t he have abandoned Sylvia at an orphanage and just went about his thieving ways? He’s hardly someone you’d picture doing those everyday activities that go along with raising a child. 

Sylvia and Roy have somehow developed a platonic relationship. (Roy puts us at ease by immediately announcing that she’s like a sister to him.) One day, he happens to see her talking to Hawkes and recognizes him. Normally standard film narratives would call for him to begin planning his revenge, but White Tiger surprises by having Hawkes recruit Roy. See, he sees the wealth to be gained by taking the automaton to America, and since Roy is already a con man, he readily agrees. Perhaps readily is the wrong word. First, he reveals his identity and tells Hawkes of his desire to avenge his father. Hawkes simply shrugs off the allegation, and the two strike up a bargain, a development that likely provoked a collective forehead slap by audience members in 1923.

From here the film becomes immensely interesting, as it begins to focus on the natural aftermath of three people working together without ever having formed a bond based on trust. After all, success and fortune can only pacify division and distrust for a little while, and it is when their uneasy pact collapses that White Tiger is at its finest. Alas, its final few minutes will have you shaking your head and wondering why so many films of this era insist on presenting the rosiest outcome possible, especially when they have put their characters in a situation ripe for tragedy. It is almost as if a studio head looked at the final product and demanded that a way be found for love and family to triumph without presenting the audience with any moral complications. And find one they did. Actually, they found two: Dick Longworth and a litter of cute kittens under a remote cabin – and yes, it is as ridiculous as it sounds. 

The film is well-directed. Browning gets excellent performances from Dean and Beery, whom he had worked with earlier that year in Drifting. Dean has that steely look that makes her the perfect choice to play femme fatales and criminals. Here, she is also asked to play tender, and her scenes with Griffith have a pleasant ease to them, the kind you’d normally expect to see in an adult pair of siblings. As Hawkes, Beery does what he has to. He is conniving, driven, and rather ruthless in his financial pursuits. It is not his fault that the script restricts his character, never allowing us to sense any regard for Sylvia or concern that Roy will put all of the pieces together. In a better script, the character would have been conflicted. As is, he’s the kind of character that is easily disposed of, one that not even the woman he raised for sixteen years sheds a tear over. It makes you wonder just what the film could have been with an extra thirty minutes and an ending that demonstrated a backbone. (included as a Special Feature on Kino’s DVD and Blu-ray of Drifitng)

3 stars 

*White Tiger is a silent movie.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

Review - Drifting

December 20, 2020

Drifting – US, 1923


I believe there is a tendency to give films a pass if they happen to be made by or star someone whose work we generally admire. If the director – say Hitchcock or Chaplin - is the object of approbation, the work might be labeled “lesser” or undergo a “reevaluation” by a generation much more willing to declare any of that person’s creations a masterpiece. If it’s the actor or actress who is esteemed, potential viewers are usually urged to ignore any disappointment that the direction or script may inspire and focus on a performance, the impression being that it is worth any eye-rolling or long sighs that the film inspires as a whole. I mention this because the 1923 film Drifting is likely to be praised for the wrong reasons: It was directed by Tod Browning, whose later film Freaks is often referred to as a masterpiece, and it features a young woman who went on to achieve legendary status, Anna May Wong. So, yes, the film will have its defenders from the get-go.

And yet, let’s imagine a dinner party thrown by the film’s lead characters, Cassie Cook (Priscilla Dean) and Captain Arthur Jarvis (Matt Moore), years after the events depicted in the film. Undoubtedly, one or more of the guests would be unfamiliar with the story of their pairing, and soon, attention would focus on the couple as they set the way-back machine to colonial China during the years opium had a grip on its population. I suspect the retelling would go something like this:

Cassie:           See, I was in Shanghai working… 

Guest:            (cutting her off excitedly) Oh, that’s marvelous! I have so wanted to go there. What did you do, if you don’t mind my asking?

Cassie:           Uh… (awkward pause) I was in sales. Anyway, I…

Guest:            You were a businesswoman? How intriguing! Whatever did you sell?

Cassie:           (clears her throat and lowers her voice considerably) Opium. (At regular volume) Anyway, after blowing all of my money at the tracks, I decided to go to Hang Chow.

Guest:           (still startled by the admission that Cassie used to be a drug dealer; looks at the Captain, who pours himself a drink and quickly gulps it down) Excuse me for interrupting, but how did you get there if you didn’t have any money?

Cassie:           (visibly flustered) Um… I’m not sure exactly. (Turning and breaking the fourth wall) That wasn’t really explained in the film, was it? (turns back to the guest) Anyway, after my arrival in Hang Chow, I was putting away my things when I heard this god-awful noise…pardon my French… outside my room. I opened the door, and there was…

Guest:           Pardon the interruption, but what made you go there? I mean, from what I hear, it is hardly a place for tourists.

Cassie:          (after another uncomfortable pause) Well, that was where my husband had been sent to try to crush the opium trade.

                        (Guest looks stunned and confused)

Cassie:           (with an understandably dry throat) See (clears her throat) I went there to put a stop to his foolish campaign. He was threatening my business and costing me money, after all. I was also asked to cozy up to him and eventually betray him. I even stole a report he wrote and made him think that a sweet young woman who ratted me out was lying.

(Guest, mouth agape, looks at the Captain, who is already on his fifth drink)

Cassie:           (trying to reassure her guest) Look, I know how it sounds, but we fell in love. Honestly, we did. (breaks the fourth wall again) I know we didn’t know each other all that long and that we never had a single scene together in which we talked to each other with our hearts. I know I put him in mortal danger and was mean to all the kids who looked up to him. I know it didn’t make sense that I was dining with my enemy or that he would also lose all the money he had in the world on the same horse. I know the final battle between the villagers, the mountain people, and the colonial army was incomprehensible and that my husband’s friend was way too old to be pursuing fifteen-year-old Rose Li, and I acknowledge that her fate fit a pattern of Asian characters conveniently stepping out of the picture so that the Caucasian leads live happily ever after. But darn it, the picture needed a happy ending and… (breaks down and sobs)

Jarvis:            (walks behind his wife and gently massages her shoulders; looks straight ahead) Don’t worry, dear. It was directed by Tod Browning and features Anna May Wong just before her star-making turn in The Thief of Bagdad.  Critics will surely give it a pass. (Drifting is on DVD and Blu-ray)

2 and a half stars (and yes, I’m being a bit generous with the extra half star, but what can I say – I like Anna May Wong)