Metropolis

Metropolis



Dir. Fritz Lang

What an ambitious film! I'm going to go ahead and say that of the films I've watched so far for this project, this is easily my favorite to this point. There's so much of what I love going on here. Certainly this film is helped somewhat by the fact that I love science fiction, but even if that wasn't the case I still think there's a breadth of vision here that is so apparent as to be really something impressive. Honestly I'm not even sure what all there is to be said other than "go watch this film" but I'll try and give a bit of my thoughts as the story goes.

So the version that I'm watching is a restored edition that's around two and a half hours long. Apparently this is the most complete version of the film available, with five minutes of footage still lost to time. That said I'm impressed that they recovered thirty minutes of footage over the previous version of the film, and it's so much better for it I think.

The film opens with a wonderfully haunting sequence of hordes of workers marching in lockstep between their shifts. I'm immediately wanting to contrast this with Demille, who had his extras mostly acting as members of a crowd to look at the stars. Here though the extras have their own choreography and really become a big part of the visual language of this film, with their movements reiterating the machinery that they toil alongside.

While the workers live a rough life, we meet one of our main characters, a wealthy young man named Freder Fredersen, idles away in a pleasure garden surrounded by birds and young women for him to flirt with.

Freder is eventually visited by a young woman named Maria, who is caring for a bunch of children from the working levels of the city. She introduces them to Freder, saying that they are his brothers and sisters. Fascinated, Freder follows them back to the working levels where he witnesses a giant machine that is under so much stress that it explodes, injuring/killing several workers. Freder then hallucinates that the machine is really Moloch, and that the workers march into his mouth to be consumed by the machine. It's probably the first sequence of the film where I was truly impressed. Especially for a film from 1927!

Freder, distraught by his vision, goes to visit his father to see if anything can be done to help the workers. His father, Joh Fredersen, is a cold man and also seems to be the person at the head of the city. He feels that the workers are in their rightful place dying to uphold the city, and when his son leaves upset by this, he hires a spy to go keep track of his son's whereabouts. There are a few figures in this movie which are really strange characters (one I'll get to later) but the spy is easily one of the stranger figures to show up. He's got this eyeshadow on that gives him a distinctly hawk-like appearance. Honestly, it's cartoonish in a way but it works within the expressionist style of the film where everything is sort of set in these mythical terms. Freder escapes to the lower levels of the city and trades places with a worker down there. Eventually, he's led to a secret meeting among the workers where the woman from earlier, Maria, preaches a message of hope to them regarding the Tower of Babel. The film cuts away to show this in wonderful detail, with droves upon droves of faceless workers trying to build the tower, only for it to come crashing down on the end, whereupon the workers attack the priests who had set them to laboring in the first place. Unfortunately, Joh Fredersen and a scientist named Rotwang who was in love with his late-wife (Freder's mother, Hel) are eavesdropping and decide that they need to find a way to ruin Maria's reputation among the workers. Rotwang is working on a synthetic human, and the two decide to kidnap Maria and have the machine-man disguised as her to break the trust of the workers.

Freder declares his love for Maria, which she seems to reciprocate, only to be kidnapped shortly thereafter by Rotwang, who sets his plan into motion disguising the machine-man as Maria, and setting it loose upon the city to stir up chaos. Freder, who had seen the machine already attempting to seduce his father, falls into a delirium in which he has visions of the machine doing this really bombastic dance set to the dies irae and dressed up as the Whore of Babylon, sitting atop an urn made to look like the Beast and upheld by statues representing the seven deadly sins, presided over by death... I really have to wonder what the reactions were like for the prop and set designers of this movie when they were asked to come up with these elaborate constructions.

These visions do not seem to actually be happening. That said, the plan that Joh and Rotwang have cooked up does not seem to be working. While Maria had always advocated for a mediator to emerge between the workers and the rich industrialists, Machine Maria advocates that the two groups come to open conflict with one another. Riling the workers up, she has them launch a full attack against the heart machine, the machine that maintains all of Metropolis's basic functions. As the workers tear the machine down, the streets of the city begin to flood. The real Maria, who has escaped from her captivity, begins to help children escape while the workers turn against the Machine Maria, burning her upon a pyre of fallen metal, revealing her to be a machine all along. Surprised, the workers seem to calm down a bit as the real Maria steps up again and proposes that Freder, who's been running around this whole time just trying to point out that this Maria is fake, is claimed to be the prophesied mediator between hand (the workers) and head (the industrialists).

So disagreements about class and gender aside, I still think this film is a wonderful achievement. The blending of religious, sci-fi, and expressionist imagery really lends the film an identity all its own that I think is most closely echoed in Brazil by Terry Gilliam. There are so many other little details in this movie that my recap is leaving out, but I think in terms of just a huge achievement of filmic technique, Metropolis stands head and shoulders above its contemporaries.

The King of Kings (1927)

The King of Kings (1927)

dir. by Cecil B. Demille

So I've never seen a Cecil Demille film before this. I knew that he was one of the heavy-hitters of 20th century film, specifically with his work on epic films like The Ten Commandments but I don't know that I'd ever actually seen an epic film either. If King of Kings is any indication of what they're like, I think they can be interesting films, though not necessarily my cup of tea.

King of Kings basically tells the story of the last weeks of Jesus's life--the passover entry to Jerusalem, the last supper, the trial and crucifixion, and the resurrection--because of the nature of the plot I'm not really going to go over whether or not I was surprised by the events of the story. I think Demille probably expected his audience to know the story going in and was more using this as a technical achievement for scale of a work than for any real innovation to the Christ tale.

So how are the technical achievements? Well they remind me a lot of Georges Méliès actually. There are lots of people on camera during shots all just sort of milling about, although where in Méliès it could sometimes be difficult to know where the focus of the shot was supposed to be, it's always pretty obvious in Demille, with the shots usually focused around a central structure (either architectural or a person standing amidst a crowd) and the extras sort of radiate out from there. Additionally, it was interesting to see the film use color. First time I've seen it during this project and while it's only there for the opening scene and the scene of the resurrection near the end, it's done pretty well.

That said, there's a very "of its time"ness about this movie. I didn't really see anything patently offensive around (though I may be overlooking something) but the new testament as presented in this film is very much the one that I think a lot of folks nowadays inherited from their grandparents. It shows a Jesus who is infallible, confident in his actions, and pretty much has this whole "being god's son" thing figured out. He kind of goes through the motions, really, and it is always clear to the audience that he's the one in the right being set upon by the droves of old-time Israel. I've not seen this other film, but from what I understand The Last Temptation of Christ is sort of the go-to example for a more modern interpretation of Jesus, and while it's tempting to just think of the portrayal in King of Kings as a relic, it's still a distressingly pervasive one, at least in the southeastern US where I'm originally from. There's no choice here, it's portrayed as so patently obvious that Jesus is in the right that anyone who chooses not to opt into this belief system is given a sort of villainous paint-job that removes all nuance from the situation.

Some other examples of this? Dear word, why didn't the other apostles throw out Judas Iscariot from the get-go? He's always scowling and looking like he's taking no joy in anything. Raising the dead? Bah! That's boring! Where's my gold? 

Like, I know he's supposed to be the traitor, but it seems more like that role has determined everything else about the character, rather than the character growing into that role. Again, this is probably unfair to the film, which is clearly more classical than modernist in its presentation, but it just seems like aside from the technical achievements, that this film was aiming for an older audience even at the time of its release.

There's some impressive stuff here--the sets are well-designed, the music is pretty good and the large crowd scenes are very well-done, but at 2 and a half hours runtime (seriously, there are some scenes here that go on about as long as scenes in 2001: A Space Odyssey), I'm not exactly chomping at the bit for the next Cecil Demille piece I'm going to be watching, which will be The Greatest Show on Earth.

Master of the House (Du skal aere din hustru)

Master of the House



dir. Carl Theodor Dreyer

TW: discussion of domestic abuse, sexism

So this is going to be, as ever, kind of a different commentary. I'm not so much interested in attaining a consistent formula to these reviews of movies, though. A lot of times they are meant as sounding boards of my recent thoughts and ways for me to air out my thoughts on different topics which I see crystallized in film. In this case, I'm going to talk somewhat about internet sexism today, but I want to use the movie as a way to frame that.

Now about the film itself; I've never seen a Carl Theodor Dreyer movie, although I hear he is considered one of those all-time great directors alongside folks like Tarkovsky or Bergman or Rosellini or Godard. I recognize that those folks all came along in drastically different contexts and their movies probably shouldn't be so flippantly compared, but for now it's just a point of saying that Dreyer is considered one of the greats--which is why this film is a bit odd. From what I understand, Dreyer's work is largely concerned with the numinous, the religious, the ecstatic; none of which are present in this film. I hear this film's one of those works included in the Criterion Collection more out of a way to trace a director's history than anything else, and maybe that's something to do with it. I do not mean that to sound as diminishing as it does, but Master of the House just hits that key for me where I can see some of the story work being done but it just falls flat for me in some ways.

The plot goes like this: Ida Frandsen (Astrid Holm) is an entirely too beleaguered housewife whose husband, Viktor (Johannes Meyer) has recently lost his job "turning him into" an abusive shithead. Seriously, this guy is just relentless and I might move past it if not for the fact that it's the central conflict of the movie. Viktor is just the most constantly demanding, belittling, and denigrating piece of shit I've seen. He complains about every minor inconvenience in his morning routine, and when Ida sets about fixing one thing, he complains that she is not fixing something else. He has the audacity to ask her what she does all day right before it's made clear to the audience that Viktor has no job, prompting the obvious question for me: "What do you do, ass?" The first half-hour or so of this movie is just a constant barrage of Viktor's abuses, only eased up in the reproachful glares given off by the character of "Mads" (Mathilde Nielsen), an old nanny who used to be Viktor's nanny as well, but now primarily helps Ida with the children and attempts to condemn Viktor for his treatment of his family. This portion of the movie ends when Ida, frazzled to the point of nervous collapse, decides to retire to her parent's home after Viktor places one too many absurd demands upon her. Mads assures Ida that, given some time alone with Viktor, Mads will be able to set him to rights, stirring up the old fear of her that she knows Viktor developed in his childhood.

So it goes then, that Ida leaves the house and leaves Mads alone with Viktor and the children. At once I do kind of worry that the children are subjected to more of Viktor, who, while most of his abuse was directed at Ida, was not exactly anything close to a decent parent either. However, with a variety of cutting words and sharp observations about his character, Mads is able to bring Viktor around and reform him, making him do most of the chores which he had previously demanded that Ida attend to. By the end of the movie, Viktor is changed, Ida returns home, and they are presented a check by Ida's parents with the hopes that they will use it to buy an optometrist's shop and move on. The End.

But wow, do I hate Viktor.

It's not like the movie is unsubtle about who's the villain here. Viktor is flatly awful at the start of this movie and I don't know why the characters need to suffer so that he can have his transformation and become the good guy that he was all along. It's like an ugly duckling story in which the duckling needs to make everyone around it suffer in order to learn that it was beautiful all along. Thing is, this isn't exactly uncommon even in media today. Guys are given much more of a pass (in western media, at least) when it comes to the assumption that there's some hidden good within them; or that their awful behavior is a result of having fallen on hard times.

I guess this strikes me particularly within this movie because much of the domestic life portrayed seems similar to the one some online neoreactionaries advocate for in their own politics and commentaries. Ida, Mads, and the daughters stay inside and tend to the home while Frederik, the young son of the couple, is allowed to play outside and Viktor spends his days doing who knows what. This plays out only for Viktor to come home and complain about the unpaid labor being performed for his benefit in the home. It's gross to see the narrative play out almost entirely for Viktor's benefit--he is "degraded" through his treatment by Mads, yes--but it's all for his benefit, and the narrative forgives him at the end. It's kind of similar to The Phantom Carriage really.

At the same time, I do wonder about the time period involved here. On the one hand, while Viktor's absurd treatment of Ida is viewed as something which can be reformed, at least it is viewed as something bad by the narrative, which contradicts a lot of that bullshit "every man a king in his castle" crap that MRA's spew. Similarly, while there is a bit of a "wacky hijinks" vibe that shows up when it's revealed that the central plot will revolve around Mads's correction of Viktor, she does not spare him any feelings and does bring him down from his tyrant status pretty much on her own, which could be seen as a major role for a woman to play in a film. I know that European culture has pretty much always been patriarchal, but I don't know to what extent early feminist thought had begun to appear in Denmark by this time. I guess it's really a matter of judging how much of an exaggeration Viktor's early behavior is supposed to be. If it's not that far off of the mark, this is at once a sad but perhaps more politically relevant film for its time. If it is a parody, then there is still value in its proclamation that this sort of behavior is wrong, but a bit dampened by the portrayal of it as parody.

The Freshman

The Freshman




dir. by Fred Newmeyer and Sam Taylor

Overall: Well, this was sweet.

So given that this film was done by the same creative team as Safety Last!, I think it's a little bit obvious to compare the two. The two films, despite sharing the same directors and the same lead actor are very different in their tone and approach to comedy. Safety Last! feels more like it comes out of the Chaplin school of slapstick comedy, whereas this seems much more within the framework of standard trope comedy. The plot is very much a "young student wants to become the popular person on campus" story. I imagine it may've actually launched a number of these tropes which still crop up in American pop culture today.

Harold Lloyd again plays a young man named Harold, this time an aspiring young student who wants to become a popular student at the fictional Tate University. He's planning to model himself after one of his favorite movies, "The College Hero," and begins preparing his shtick, including dancing a jig before he introduces himself to everyone and coming up with the nickname "Speedy." It's really kind of awkward humor, which I usually don't like, but I guess the fact that the movie knows it's awkward humor and it's so far removed by time that I don't have much problem with it.

As was also the case in Safety Last!, this creative team has a really colorful way of giving a characterization by presenting anecdotes about the characters who show up. Tate University is described as "a football stadium with a college attached" which... wow if that's not still the case in a lot of places. There's also the football coach, who is "so manly he shaves with a blowtorch" and the dean who is so prim that "never married because he was afraid a wife might call him by his first name." Harold accidentally slapsticks his way into being on bad terms with the dean, and is unknowingly made the butt of a joke by an older student who continuously sets him into situations that make him appear foolish. Eventually, Harold develops something of a reputation as a clown in the school.

The only person who's not boarding that train is Peggy, a young woman who Harold met on the train to Tate and who turns out to be the daughter of his landlady. Peggy tries to tell off Harold's bullies, and several times comes close to telling Harold that his "friends" just see him as the butt of a joke, but she can never bring herself to do it because he just seems so darn happy. Eventually, Harold finds out about this and is dejected, but determines to win the student body over by playing a role in The Big Game against Tate's rival university.

I feel like the plot of The Freshman is a bit of a formality in retrospect. It almost certainly cemented a number of these tropes in the pop cultural consciousness but that's just the issue! These tropes are so embedded that going back it's kind of easy to predict where a scene will go. That isn't to say it's not fun. I don't need things to be new or innovative all the time, but there's a certain desire to just ignore the plot in describing this. Yeah, Harold Lloyd's acting is great (honestly the best parallel I can think of is probably Mickey Mouse from some of the early Disney cartoons. There's an earnestness to the character that carries them through the various scrapes they find themselves a part of. However, Harold's also got a bit of a Daffy Duck component to him where it's notable that he only ever barely scrapes by).

Even still, fun movie and I'm glad it didn't have any of the weird racial components that were there in Safety Last! The Freshman is a fun movie overall and worth the watch.