Showing posts with label Mary Wickes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary Wickes. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

The man who Came to Dinner, film posterImage via Wikipedia
Three Monty Woolleys? Oh dear. That's a lot of... cantankerousness, and energy, and... beard. If those are things you are even remotely interested in, The Man Who Came to Dinner should be satisfactory to you. In this, shall we say, adventure, a star-studded cast takes on a Broadway play that tops the charts in energy and action. Never a dull moment here - but please be assured, you might need to be feeling energetic yourself in order to keep up. 


Bette Davis, Ann Sheridan, Jimmy Durante, Billie Burke, Reginald Gardiner, Richard Travis, and Mary Wickes, all colliding with each other and Monty Woolley for 112 minutes. The Great Woolley is a famous lecturer and critic who feels nothing but disdain for almost every person in the world, except his assistant, Bette Davis. He is the man who unwillingly came for dinner at the Stanley residence and never left. 


Having broken his hip on the slippery stairs outside the home, the critic is at first forced to remain in the home to heal; he finds himself so enjoying meddling in (and wrecking) the lives of the family that he decides not to leave. And all of this as he prepares for a Christmas Eve radio broadcast live from the home. 


Will he learn any Christmas lessons?
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Monday, December 13, 2010

The time has come for Moonlight Bay!

On Moonlight Bay (film)Image via Wikipedia
Well folks, tonight we officially kick off the first of twelve days of Christmas films with On Moonlight Bay, starring Doris Day and Gordon MacRae. The rhymes in that sentence are irresistible. 


Four words. I love this movie. This is a good movie. It is fun, it is clean (thank goodness for old films), and it is spectacularly cute. And I'll tell you why.


First, Doris Day's chemistry with the leading man is memorable. This was the third film Doris made with Gordon Macrae, and it was such a hit that Warner Bros. immediately started the wheels turning on its sequel, By the Light of the Silvery Moon. Day and MacRae made a great couple, not only for their stunning good looks, but also by the amazing quality of their voices. As we know, Doris Day was one of the greatest actresses to ever open her mouth on film; mixed with MacRae's majestic baritone, the sound is nearly too good to tolerate. 


Second, the cast is an all-around A Team effort. Leon Ames (we'll see him again next week in Meet Me in St. Louis), Rosemary DeCamp, Billy Gray, Ellen Corboy, and the unforgettable Mary Wickes round out the cast of characters like a match made in heaven. Few child actors were as capable as Billy Gray, and the calibre of Ames, DeCamp, and Corboy was matched by few projects. Actually, given the build-up to production, it is a surprise to me that Warner Bros. would make such a cast investment in Moonlight Bay. I suspect that with gaining the rights to make these films out of the Penrod stories, the studio was interested in trying to replicate a little of the success Meet Me in St. Louis had enjoyed. If you are familiar with both movies, you will see the similarities between them. 


Third, the story itself is sugary and frivolous, but it manages to work in sincere moments of joy, heartache, lesson-making, and sentiment. We see summer, fall, winter, and spring in a home where a girl grows from a tomboy to a feminine woman, while her family takes on changes of small and great significance (a new home, new neighbors, a world war) and remains remarkably the same. 


Fourthly, this movie is not about Christmas, but it features some lovely Christmas moments. We get to hear two lovely Christmas songs: "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing," and "Merry Christmas All." There are lights, and snow, and angel's wings, and all of the jolly things we associate with Christmas. And Doris Day is there throughout. 


What more could you need?

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Biopics Two Ways

A little time ago my husband and I watched a film that I had brought home from the library. It was a biopic, a dramatized biography. If you are familiar with biopics as a genre, you probably already know that they may or may not have a strong relationship to the facts of the people they are about - so watcher beware: "biopic" does not mean bona fide biography!


This particular biopic, Lillian Russell, starred Alice Faye in the title role with Don Ameche, Henry Fonda, Edward Arnold, and Warren William helping out in supporting roles. And did she ever need help. Here I was, having read all these rave reviews about Lillian Russell being one of the greatest musicals ever made, blah blah blah, and my frown just kept getting fiercer as the minutes on the DVD counter piled up. Now, I haven't had much experience in Alice Faye movies, but I can tell you that after watching this one, I'm not sure I'll accumulate it.  


Apparently, A&E said this of Alice Faye in a documentary: "She rose from the mean streets of New York's Hell's Kitchen to become the most famous singing actress in the world. When the pressures of fame became too much, she had the courage to leave Hollywood on her own terms." That's quite a claim to make, quite a glowing recommendation of talent and magnetism. The most famous singing actress in the world? I dispute this claim. I'll bet you $23.80 (as Nancy Drew would say) that more Joes on the street will recognize the name Judy Garland than Alice Faye. Just sayin'.


Judy Garland
Then there's this (gathered from her IMDB webpage): "She introduced almost twice as many 'Hit Parade' songs in her movies (23) as each of her closest competitors: Judy Garland (13), Betty Grable (12) and Doris Day (12)." Strange.  I admit that I don't know how to go about verifying this claim, so I'll just grant it. I say, "If Alice Faye generated more hits on the Hit Parade, it was because the Parade itself was more of a hit in her time than it was in Grable's and Day's, and because the songs themselves were already good." From the performance I witnessed in Lillian Russell, I can't see that Faye is equipped to make a hit out of any song.


So this is amounting to a very harsh review of Miss Faye's performance. It wasn't going to be until I read all of these claims about her being the best and most famous. I don't want to seem vindictive here, but because of my previous ignorance about Alice Faye I was planning on graciously dismissing her disappointing performance as the result of a bad day or out-of-control B career. If she just didn't have it, I wasn't going to ridicule her for it.  But after seeing the wide acclaim and these praises, I must make some objections.  


Plot
Alice Faye as Lillian Russell
The film is based on the story of Lillian Russell, the (truly) famous musical star who tenaciously pursued fame and sensation at the turn of the century. Lillian is an innocent young woman who longs for a career on the stage and disobeys her suffragette mother to pursue it by singing in Tony Pastor's theater. Immediately upon performing in public for the first time, legions of rich men line up at her door and send her flowers, jewels, and gifts of all kinds. She forgets all about a shy newspaperman (Fonda), who was to be her true love, and marries her pianist/composer, the tight-strung Edward Soloman (Ameche), much to the chagrin of two other rich men who think they are poised to marry her. Soloman botches her London debut by having a fight with the producers, then works himself to death writing an opera for her, literally. So she goes home to the states and is eventually reconciled to her long lost newspaperman, whom she marries.  


Alice Faye turns in a singularly dull and emotionally cardboard performance. She plays the initial innocence well, but misses the ambition, misses the passion, misses the determination, misses the greed, misses the pain of losing a husband, and misses the pluckiness one would imagine she should be expressing. She is a flat actress in a three-dimensional role. Don Ameche is decent, Henry Fonda provides some relief by acting well, and Edward Arnold is fun as Diamond Jim. The real star of the show, however, is Helen Westley, who plays Lillian's spunky grandma.  Her performance is not only enjoyable, but also rich and dynamic.  If you ever watch this film, look for her.


The Truth
The real Lillian Russell
Of course, Lillian Russell bears little resemblance to Lillian Russell.  We can always expect the classic biopics to clean up reality, even if in modern film they fabricate sordid details.  A modern production would gobble this story up, because the real Lillian Russell was as famous for her extravagance and loose living as for her beauty and stage talent. She married four times, but had an appetite for sensation that led her to make use of many more men than that. Her large appetite also extended to food, and she was known to be able to eat as much or more than any man. Her only child, conceived out of wedlock, died after being stuck with a diaper pin by his nanny. The pin apparently punctured the poor little baby's stomach. It is not my impression that Miss Russell suffered much grief.  


Her career, though, was magnificently successful, spanning four decades and unprecedented popularity. So immense was her popularity that her's was the first voice to be carried cross county via a telephone line when Graham Bell introduced long distance service. She also had an interesting second career as a columnist and activist after retiring from the stage. She even went on diplomatic missions. Marie Dressler was quoted as saying of Russell, "I can still recall the rush of pure awe that marked her entrance on the stage. And then the thunderous applause that swept from orchestra to gallery, to the very roof."


Analysis 
What is truly frustrating about this film, however, is not the story, but Miss Faye's inadequacy of voice.  To put it very simply: it is boring. Not bad, not off-key, not terrible, just boring and flat. This sabotages the effect of the entire film.  It is difficult to suspend disbelief and get carried away in her stardom and magnificence when you're not sure how she could have a singing career in the first place.  Add to this my befuddlement about Miss Faye's own personal acclaim as a great singer and I am speechless. 





Did you notice the dull look in her eyes? It's there for the whole film.  


My husband hasn't seen many classic biopics, maybe one other, so by the end of this I was desperate to show him a really good one to make up for it.  My solution to the problem? I'll See You in My Dreams, starring Doris Day, who was apparently so outgunned by Faye on the Hit Parade. When it comes to proven talent and real performance though, there is no comparing Faye to Day.  Rhyme.  Anyway, judge for yourself.





These might help you make a decision too.








My point?  Doris Day knew how to do it, and do it she does in I'll See You in My Dreams.  I think it's a delightful film, and that's more than my bias talking.  Everything about the film, from the direction to the cinematography, has a gentle way of rolling the story along while allowing the audience to enjoy all of its treats for the senses, from the deep shadows in the ragtime room, to the fabulous quality of Day's voice, to the endearing acting of Danny Thomas.  


Plot 
Doris Day as Grace LeBoy Kahn and Danny Thomas
as Gus Kahn
The film tells the story of Gus Kahn, great lyricist of the stage and screen, who put words to a whole age of American music.  From "Pretty Baby" to "It Had to Be You," Kahn penned the lyrics to many of the songs we still recognize as greats today.  His wife, Grace, wrote the music for many of them, too.  This biopic chronicles, with surprising accuracy, the time from Grace and Gus's meeting through their partnership, marriage, separation, reconciliation, and to the end of Gus's career.  It is about a timid guy who can't quite seem to say "I love you" unless it's through a song, and the strong woman who made and then almost destroyed his career unwittingly.  It introduces themes of leadership in the home, raises questions about the line to be drawn between pushing someone toward greatness and controlling his life, and delicately expresses the importance of those three little words.  It is more than entertainment, it is interesting. 


I encourage everyone to give it a spin sometime. 


Basics
Directed by Michael Curtiz (also director of Doris's first film, Romance on the High Seas) and supported by greats like Frank Lovejoy, Patrice Wymore, James Gleason, and Mary Wickes, it is well worth the 110 minutes it takes.  


And then tell me, am I right or am I wrong?


(you are also more than welcome to defend Alice Faye if you so choose)
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