Sunday, February 11, 2018

Yay For the Porkpie Party! Silent-ology's 4th Annual Buster Keaton Blogathon

This is my entry in Silent-ology's 4th annual Buster Keaton Blogathon. For more things Keaton, click here and, come on, smile!

Buster Keaton had a dream.....

Buster usually stood by - silently - and watched the world go by. But what if he - Joseph Frank Keaton - were President of the United States? As he tossed and turned, somehow it all became clear...

His party: Forget the big 2. Buster represented the Porkpie Party. 

The Porkpie Party Platform: See More Movies! Buster felt certain that movies would cure anything that ailed anyone.

The Porkpie Party Cabinet:
Buster will stick pretty close to the traditional titles, but adds a special one for his Porkpie constituency.

1. Vice President: Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle

Roscoe has always supported Buster in more ways than one.

2. Secretary of State: Mary Pickford

Beloved worldwide, if anyone can make everyone behave, it's Mary.

3. Secretary of the Treasury: Douglas Fairbanks

Buster saw "Robin Hood" and concurs with its fiscal policy.

4. Secretary of Education: Laurel and Hardy

Getting 2-for-1, Stan and Ollie will elevate the higher learning standards of our nation.

5. Secretary of Commerce: Clara Bow

Clara knows what sells and she sure can rake in the big bucks.

6. Secretary of Transportation: Mabel Normand

Mabel knows show to get around in style.

7. Secretary of Energy: Ben Turbin

Ben has lots of real (and manufactured) energy.

8. Secretary of Veterans Affairs: Theda Bara

Buster figures if any vet wants to have an affair, Theda is the woman for the job.

9. Secretary of Housing and Urban Development: Harold Lloyd

Harold has his finger on the pulse of the city.

10. Secretary of Defense: Harry Houdini

Buster knows Harry from way back and figures his talents might just come in handy.

And a new position: Secretary of the Cinema: Charlie Chaplin

Secretary Chaplin will travel the world promoting film as the universal language.

In his slumber, Buster's brow began to furrow. With all of this talent in government, who will make the movies? Suddenly, what started out as a dream ended in a nightmare.

Buster woke in a cold sweat and decided right then and there that if drafted he would not run and if elected he would not serve. He'd rather make movies. Now that's something even Buster could  smile about!


Remember, there is more Buster at Silent-ology's Buster Keaton Blogathon!


This post is a re-working of a little fantasy I had quite a few years ago. But, hey, if you can't steal from yourself, who can you steal from?

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Google: The Buzz Kill for the Thrill of Discovery

If you are not old enough to remember life without Google, this post will most likely seem like ancient history. But, if you like playing games that take you through mazes and dead ends before reaching your treasure, read on.

My first crazy passion for classic film started with New York’s WNEW Channel 5 showing “The Public Enemy” on a Saturday afternoon. I was probably 12 or 13 and I was alone in the house. I was completely taken by this James Cagney guy and, like any good budding film nut, I became instantly obsessed. But how, how, to know more? How to feed this obsession when my friends were drooling over the Beatles and the Four Seasons?
Yep - this was the guy....
Back then there were only 2 sources of information: the local library and the local bookstore. So, I trotted off to the card catalogue, wending my way through the Dewey Decimal system, finding my way to a section of the library that contained books about film. Eureka! A treasure trove! Books by critics, books about stars, books filled with lush black and white photos. And there, little by little, I learned about Mr. Cagney and, by extension, Joan Blondell, Jean Harlow, Ann Sheridan, Bette Davis, Olivia de Havilland and all of the other Warner Brothers usual suspects. Oh, the places this exercise took me! The hours spent alone with armloads of books at my disposal – what bliss! And now that I was armed with a little knowledge, I could scour the reduced price book section at the local bookstore (the local independently owned bookstore, I might add). I still have my treasured first purchase of “The Stars” by Richard Schickel.
This is the photo of Jean Harlow that prompted by Aunt Lois to state that 
Jean (she called her by her first name) never wore anything under her clothes.
Hunting for information at the library became a favorite pastime. Finding information was a thrill. Following a trail of indexes and references to the bingo spot was fun and satisfying. It also helped me develop a real nose for research. I prided myself in pointing myself in the right direction. And sometimes it was fun to go off track in the wrong direction. Once it took me to the Ziegfeld Follies. Oh those beautiful ladies!
Side trips can take you to interesting places
So, fast forward to the world of Google. In recent years I’ve wanted to know more about such stars as Kay Francis, Richard Barthelmess, Miriam Cooper and Marion Davies. Oh, so easy to just type their names and read a bio, see tons of beautiful photos and even see film on YouTube. But somehow, it was more fun having the thrill of discovery wash over me at the Hicksville Public Library and seeing that “The Strange Love of Molly Louvain” was playing at a local college. Hey – what’s the story with that Ann Dvorak?? Must know more…… 
Say, that Ann Dvorak is really something

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Reginald Denny: What a Character!

This is my entry in the What a Character! Blogathon hosted by the enchanting trio of Aurora at Once Upon a Screen, Kellee at Outspoken and Freckled, and Paula at Paula's Cinema Club. Click here to check out more of the characters who make movies great.

Frank Crawley will not get the girl - ever
Who doesn't love "Rebecca"? (all right, maybe not everybody, but let's just go with it). Anyway, here is dashing Laurence Olivier as the mysterious Maxim De Winter - so handsome, so haunted. And there is Her, played by the she's-not-supposed-to-be-pretty-but-really-is Joan Fontaine. Enter Frank Crawley, the manager of Manderley. He's so steady, so boring, so veddy British. We know he'd be better for Her, but he's so boring, so Reginald Denny-ish. Wait a minute - that is Reginald Denny!

As that proper and boring English gentleman other man is how most movie fans know Reginald Denny. He's usually the well-meaning and steady friend, the one who might not make it to the final scene, but always seems to have good intentions. He's usually loyal, too. 

Reginald Denny helps Mr. Blandings build that dream house
In addition to his portrayal of the steady Frank Crawley (who admitted he succumbed to Rebecca's charms with sweaty guilt appropriate for  a regretful bestie), Denny was Bulldog Drummond's best pal Algy Longworth in a series of Bulldog films from 1937 through 1939, Mr. Simms in "Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House" (1948) and The Voice of Terror in "Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror" (1942). I'll bet you've seen Mr. Denny, that steady Englishman, more times than you can count (or even remember). Maybe it was in prestigious films like "Anna Karenina" (1935 - where he was a steady Russian), or "Of Human Bondage" (1935), or even "My Favorite Brunette" (1947) and "Batman" (1966). His name was rarely at the top of the cast, but never, ever at the bottom. There was a cinematic respect for Mr. Denny that would never, ever, put his name in a not-so-prominent place in the cast. 

You see, Reginald Denny, in the silent days, was a pretty big deal. His was the name at the top of the cast. 

Reginald Denny was quite an interesting character. The son of a famous baritone known for his roles on the English stage, Denny followed in his father's footsteps and began his professional life as a baritone on the stage. After touring in India, he landed in Hollywood in 1915 and began long and successful career in front of the cameras. He also dabbled in successful stage performances, notably appearing on Broadway with John Barrymore in his 1920 production of Richard III.

Dashing airman
Before achieving stardom, Denny served in the First World War as a gunner in the Royal Flying Corps, and later went on to appear as a stunt pilot in the 1920s (in addition to becoming a movie star). When back in Hollywood, he managed to open a popular model airplane shop (General MacArthur was a customer) and, with a partner, was a pioneer in drone technology (Jeff Bezos says "thanks"). This guy was talented!

Getting cute with Laura La Plante
But, back to the movies. He was the star of the very popular "Leather Pushers" series (did I mention Denny was also the amateur boxing champ of Great Britain?) as well as star of some A-list Universal comedies such as "Skinner's Dress Suit" (1926), "Oh Doctor" (1925) and "Out All Night" (1927). See, before the world heard the clipped and proper British accent of Mr. Denny, he was known to his audience as a light comedian, an all American kind of go-getter - a blue collar Douglas Fairbanks, if you will. Once talkies revealed his origins, his fate was sealed. He was British - dependable, reliable, getting older and distinguished. Not Clark Gable. As the years went on, his name fell from the top of A-list films, topping some B-list films and them firmly settling into the role of prestigious British supporting actor. 

Like so many character actors, Reginald Denny was a real pro. His career lasted until the 1960s (that Batman film was his swan song) and included some memorable stage roles (notable as Colonel Pickering in "My Fair Lady"). He died in 1967, hopefully satisfied that he had lead a jam-packed, satisfying and distinguished life. 







Friday, November 17, 2017

BANNED AND BLACKLISTED: STATE CENSORSHIP BOARDS: NOT COMING TO A THEATER NEAR YOU

This is my entry in the Banned and Blacklisted Classic Movie Blog Association Blogathon. Click HERE for more forbidden fruit!
 
Lordy!
From the moment moving pictures became the medium of the masses, two mostly opposing factions of society have been at odds: those who wish to moralize vs. those who wish to push the limits of conventional decency. From the moment belly-dancing Fatima shook her stuff in 1886, it became clear that this form of entertainment needed policing!


In 1901 a dress blowing up to expose a woman's legs was enough to make clear that moving picture were not wholesome.


Women's ankles! Smoking! Sex! Something had to be done! Sex wasn't the only offense. People flocked first  to Nickelodeons and later movie theaters to see stories of crime, drunkenness, violence and other abhorrent (and entertaining) behavior that much of the public felt was unfit for children and decent adults. Because the infant film industry seemed unable or unwilling to police itself, state and municipal censorship boards were established to keep the obscene from being seen. New York City's was christened as early as 1906, followed by those in other cites and states around the nation. The State Boards in Kansas, Pennsylvania and New York were particularly powerful. It's amazing anyone in Kansas ever got to see a movie!

Well, okay....
The National Board of Review of Motion Pictures (originally the National Censorship Board) was begun in 1909 in response to New York City’s Mayor McClellan’s crack down on motion picture exhibitors. McClellan viewed movies as an encouragement to erode the morals of the city’s masses. The Board, a non-governmental body, was formed to endorse good and wholesome films for the public (and avoid government regulation), giving it a stamp of approval. It also served to act as an alternative to legalized censorship, which already existed in Kansas, Pennsylvania and Ohio. Films were, in fact, censored by this Board. As late as 1950, films still carried the legend “Passed by the National Board of Review.”

In 1915, the Mutual Film Corp. vs. Industrial Commission of Ohio had a far-reaching impact on film censorship.  The Ohio Board of Censors, like other State Boards, charged a fee for the review of a film before it could approved for viewing in the state.  Anyone showing a film not approved by the Board could be arrested. Mutual, a film distribution company, took on the Ohio Board, accusing them of interfering with interstate commerce and, critically, violating the right of free speech. The court ruled in the Ohio Board’s favor, essentially ruling that freedom of speech did not extend to film. State and municipal boards were free to impose any and all regulations deemed acceptable to the locality. What was acceptable in New York (whose own censorship board was instituted in 1921) was not always acceptable in Kansas.
 
Birth of a Nation: Controversial then, controversial now

1915 was also the year of “Birth of a Nation,” still one of the most controversial films ever made.  Heavily protested and banned, the film stirred controversy wherever it played (and didn’t play). Kansas, in particular, waged a fierce battle over this film. Initially banned, the fate of the film volleyed back and forth between those who wished it never to see the light of day and those who advocated its release.

The 1920s brought the scandals of Hollywood into the local movie theaters. Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle’s films were banned after his 1921 involvement in a wild Labor Day weekend party in San Francisco that resulted in the death of actress Virginia Rappe. Arbuckle, after multiple trials, was eventually exonerated of the murder charge, but his career was finished when state and local censorship boards refused to show his films. Comedienne Mabel Normand, whose reputation was already shaky due to her friendship with murdered director William Desmond Taylor, found her films banned across the country when she and actress Edna Purviance were in involved in another drunken party, one where Mabel’s chauffer shot Edna’s boyfriend.  Purviance, Charlie Chaplin’s leading lady, also suffered, as many localities went so far as to ban early Chaplin shorts that featured poor Edna. It was bad enough that drunken and low down behavior was portrayed on the screen. It was worse when the residents of Hollywood were found to be no better than the movies that portrayed such immoral behavior.
 
Edna and Mabel visit the local precinct after a
 drunken sailing party and a shooting
In 1922, in an effort to stem the mounting call for legal oversight on Hollywood, the film industry proposed self-policing and hired former Postmaster General and generally moral Presbyterian Will Hays as the face to Hollywood’s commitment to censor itself. By 1927, the pressure for governmental censorship was growing thanks to films starring the likes of Clara Bow and Valentino, not to mention the films of C.B. De Mille.
 
Clara Bow forgot her clothes in 1927's "Hula."

First, there was this “do’s and don’ts” list of rules:

Resolved, that those things which are included in the following list shall not appear in pictures produced by the members of this Association, irrespective of the manner in which they are treated:
·         Pointed profanity – by either title or lip – this includes the words "God", "Lord", "Jesus", "Christ" (unless they be used reverently in connection with proper religious ceremonies), "hell", "damn", "Gawd", and every other profane and vulgar expression however it may be spelled;
·         Any licentious or suggestive nudity – in fact or in silhouette; and any lecherous or licentious notice thereof by other characters in the picture;
·         The illegal traffic in drugs;
·         Any inference of sex perversion;
·         White slavery;
·         Miscegenation (sex relationships between the white and black races);
·         Sex hygiene and venereal diseases;
·         Scenes of actual childbirth – in fact or in silhouette;
·         Children's sex organs;
·         Ridicule of the clergy;
·         Willful offense to any nation, race or creed;

And be it further resolved, that special care be exercised in the manner in which the following subjects are treated, to the end that vulgarity and suggestiveness may be eliminated and that good taste may be emphasized:
·         The use of the flag;
·         International relations (avoiding picturizing in an unfavorable light another country's religion, history, institutions, prominent people, and citizenry);
·         Arson;
·         The use of firearms;
·         Theft, robbery, safe-cracking, and dynamiting of trains, mines, buildings, etc. (having in mind the effect which a too-detailed description of these may have upon the moron);
·         Brutality and possible gruesomeness;
·         Technique of committing murder by whatever method;
·         Methods of smuggling;
·         Third-degree methods;
·         Actual hangings or electrocutions as legal punishment for crime;
·         Sympathy for criminals;
·         Attitude toward public characters and institutions;
·         Sedition;
·         Apparent cruelty to children and animals;
·         Branding of people or animals;
·         The sale of women, or of a woman selling her virtue;
·         Rape or attempted rape;
·         First-night scenes;
·         Man and woman in bed together;
·         Deliberate seduction of girls;
·         The institution of marriage;
·         Surgical operations;
·         The use of drugs;
·         Titles or scenes having to do with law enforcement or law-enforcing officers;
·         Excessive or lustful kissing, particularly when one character or the other is a "heavy".

 By 1930, the Industry had adopted the Motion Picture Production Code (“the Code”) and promised films that would not offend.

Lax enforcement and the advent of sound presented another challenge for the sensors.  From 1930 through July 1934 Hollywood sent out a proliferation of what we now call “Pre-Code” films – some still standing up to the definition of racy and morally questionable (not to mention fun).
 
Ann Dvorak takes a break from sex, booze and coke
 in 1932's "Three on a Match"
Enter Joe Breen in July 1934 and the fun came to an end. The establishment of the Production Code Administration tightened the noose and sex, booze, and good endings for bad people came to a screeching halt. Breen’s ascent gradually diminished the need for state and local censorship boards, although some hung on until the bitter end.
 
Jane's bosom could not be stopped!
Jane Russell’s bosom in 1943’s “The Outlaw” caused the ruffling of some local censorship board’s feathers, as did the flood of foreign films (starring the likes of Bridgette Bardot) in the 1950s and 1960s. In 1952, the case of Joseph Burstyn, Inc. v. Wilson overturned that 1915 Mutual Film decision. The battle was over a New York distributor’s right to show a Roberto Rosellini film called “The Miracle.” Limits continued to be pushed. Billy Wilder’s 1959 “Some Like it Hot” was not granted code approval, but the public made it a hit. Otto Preminger went to the wall in 1953 with “The Moon is Blue” when Kansas, Ohio and Maryland banned the film (which was also condemned by the Catholic Legion of Decency – who generally didn’t approve of much) due to its subject matter of illicit sex, chastity and virginity. The film was released without the code’s certificate of approval, but when the state boards banned the showing of the film, Preminger fought it in court, first winning in Maryland and then taking the Kansas decision all the way to the Supreme Court and winning.
 
"The Moon is Blue" won the fight for our right to see silly sex
By the end of the 1960s, the code was pretty much abandoned and in 1968 the rating system of G (for general audiences), M (for mature content), R (restricted - no one under 17 allowed) and X (for sexually explicit content) was unveiled. I remember begging my mother to take me to see “Rosemary’s baby” in 1968 because I wasn’t 17. Bless her, she did.


Saturday, October 14, 2017

True Confessions: Why I Cheated on Cary Grant with Gilbert Roland

This is my entry in the Hollywood's Hispanic Heritage Blogathon, hosted by the delightful Aurora at Once Upon A Screen. Click here for more fantástico entries.

Can you blame me????


It's Your Lucky Day, Aurora!


My devotion to Mr. Grant is pretty well known. In fact, the hostess of this wonderful blogathon has, from time to time, tried to insert herself into our happy romance (I'm watching you, Aurora). Well, my dear, this is your lucky day. Today I am stepping out on Mr. G and he's all yours for 24 hours. (Oh, and by the way, he's cool with this, so enjoy).

I try very hard not to let an artist's personal story influence my ability to appreciate their art. For example, I don't think I'd like to share a confined space with Woody Allen, but I sure do like his films. I might not want Joan Crawford inspecting the cleanliness of my home, but, wow, I pretty much plotz over the lady on screen. And, look, I know there are some things that are just over the line, but let's not go there today. Let's just stay with this train of thought and not go off the tracks.

It took me a little while to zero in on the charms of Gilbert Roland. I think I first became aware of him as an older, but very handsome, actor who appeared in supporting roles. He always seemed to be around and, for some reason, I was very happy to see him whenever and wherever he showed up, both in movies and on TV. And then there was this:


I was pretty gaga over Jane Russell a few years ago (still am), so I checked out "The French Line" and saw a younger version of that handsome Hispanic fellow, Gilbert Roland. He was a hottie! As Jane's french suitor (crooning "Wait Till You See Paris" in a creamy, dreamy baritone), he knocked my socks off, leading to that brain-throb well known to classic films fans as MUST KNOW MORE! (By the way, TCM, YouTube and Google are known antidotes: prior to these, only the Public Library and late night TV provided any relief).

So, I learned all about the handsome Mr. Roland. Born Luis Antonio Dámaso de Alonso in Mexico, he made his way(via Texas) to Hollywood at a time when the Valentino Latin-Lover type was in vogue. Luis became Gilbert Roland (allegedly the name is a combination of stars John Gilbert and Ruth Roland) and quickly worked his way up from extra to leading man. Apparently, his good looks were not lost on the ladies. One of his first big breaks came as Clara Bow's co-star in "The Plastic Age" (1925). He and Clara, both only 20 years old, became engaged, but their youth and Clara's bigoted creep of a father put the kibosh on the romance. He later had a flaming romance with Norma Talmadge (his co-star in "Camille") that set tongues wagging and enraged her husband, mogul Joseph Schenck (apparently Schenck threatened to castrate Roland, who then took to parading around in the buff at his club to demonstrate the empty threat).

Norma Talmadge fell for her Armand in "Camille"

Gilbert Roland survived the talkies and continued acting, mostly in large supporting roles, until 1982. A few of my favorites are  "The Bullfighter and the Lady" (1951), "The Bad and the Beautiful" (1952) and the crazy "Call Her Savage" (1931) with former flame, Clara Bow. He made a few films in the 1930s with Constance Bennett, who he married in 1941. While still married to Connie and while serving in the military during WWII, he apparently had a very secret affair with Greta Garbo (can you blame her?) This only came to light after Roland's death when a pair of GG's silk panties were found in his possession. Such a sentimental man!

Glamorous couple Constance Bennett and Gilbert Roland
Yes, Gilbert Roland was handsome and sexy, but he seemed to be more than that. There is something kind and compassionate about him in every performance, something that makes you feel as though he would be a loyal, caring friend. So, imagine how wonderful to learn that he was exactly that in real life. After divorcing Constance Bennett, he married again and remained married to the same woman for 40 years until his death in 1994. He was known as "Amigo" and that seemed a perfect nickname for him.

Clara Bow and Gilbert Roland at the height of their romance
One of my favorite stories about Gilbert Roland is one about a letter written to Clara Bow many, many years after their affair. Clara, who had suffered with mental illness and much unhappiness, held on to this precious correspondence from a former lover but a forever friend:

Hello, Clarita Girl:

I am truly sad that you don't feel well. Sometimes when I go to church and I think of you, I say a prayer. It will be heard. God hears everything.

You tell me that you long for your boys. I share your feelings. My daughters are with their mother in Wiesbaden, Germany. And there is nothing I can do, except cry a little once in a while.

I hope someday they show "The Plastic Age." It would be wonderful to see that dancing scene, you and I. It would be pleasant seeing how I looked when I was your beau and you were my dream girl. It would be pleasant seeing that. And then it might be very beautiful, and suddenly it might be very sad.

It seems you are in my thoughts.
It's good to feel that way.
It's good I have never forgotten you.
God bless you.

Gilbert 

For more about their brief affair but lasting friendship, click here.

So, for my money, Gilbert Roland was more than just a Latin Lover. He was the real deal - handsome and virile and truly, truly a gentleman and good person.

Aurora, enjoy your day with Cary. I will be back......