To any readers of this blog who are going to be in Manhattan or its general vicinity today, February 8, and/or tomorrow, February 9, I implore you: get thee to Film Forum to catch Frank Borzage's 1933 Man's Castle, starring Spencer Tracy and Loretta Young. If you've been looking at my stuff over at The Auteurs' Notebook, you'll know that the recent Fox box has put me on something of a Borzage jag; this particular picture was made for Columbia, after William Fox left his own studio. Set largely in a Manhattan shantytown—a.k.a. a Hooverville, although the place in the film is never referred to as such—the film reteams Borzage with Tracy, with whom he worked the year before for another film of social consciousness, Young America. Tracy plays Bill, the bluff, wise-cracking would-be vagabond who develops a soft spot for Young's Trina, a jobless, homeless teen he rescues from the streets...and eventually impregnates. Yes, this is a pre-code picture, and it more than delivers from that angle. But where it really delivers is in poetry; here is an example of Borzage working at the height of such expressive powers, and it's breathtaking. "This is almost as good as Vigo's L'Atalante," I said to myself at one point. The print is new, and glistening. The co-feature is Capra's exhilarating American Madness. Castle is not yet on DVD. Go, I tell you, go!
Wow, that's some double feature. Turner's print of Man's Castle wasn't great, so I wish I could see this. Wrong coast, alas. Dare we hope this bodes well for a DVD release?
Posted by: yancyskancy | February 08, 2009 at 12:51 PM
In fucking deed. Talk about light! Talk about smears! Talk about 2-for-1!
Posted by: Ryland Walker Knight | February 08, 2009 at 01:10 PM
Glenn, is this the censored reissue version or has Columbia finally found a decent print of the pre-code cut?
Posted by: Dave Kehr | February 08, 2009 at 01:10 PM
Also, tho, it's in the 50s out there today. It'll be hard to go inside (if I do) after I leave this house.
Posted by: Ryland Walker Knight | February 08, 2009 at 01:11 PM
@Dave: Given that this version features Tracy's (or his body-double's) bare-ass dive into a representation of the East River (Borzage seems to have been quite the advocate of skinny-dipping!), and doesn't quibble about Bill knocking up Trina without benefit of clergy (they are later married by Walter Connolly's character), I would say pre-code. Although the way it cuts together, it seems there are one or two shots missing from Tracy's penthouse encounter with Glenda Farrell. So maybe it's a not-quite-complete version of the pre-code version. In any case, it's really beautiful, and that final shot really clinched, for me, its affinity with Vigo...
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | February 08, 2009 at 01:20 PM
Awesome movie. If anyone has the chance to encounter it for the first time on the big screen then they're crazy not to do it, whatever the weather. And American Madness is pretty good Capra, even if you're not a fan.
Posted by: D Cairns | February 08, 2009 at 07:04 PM
I saw it today and loved everything but Loretta Young's character--is this sacrilege? She seemed to have well-polished marbles in her head.
Posted by: John M | February 09, 2009 at 05:50 PM
No, it's not sacrilege; it's pertinent. The sexism inherent in the portrayal of Young's character is something, I infered, that made Vadim queasy in his process of assessing the film, and I came down on that harder than I should have in responding to his post at "The House Next Door":
http://www.thehousenextdooronline.com/2009/02/borzagecapra-mans-castle-american.html
(I'm now assured by Vadim that this was not in fact the case; and so I'm interested in finding out what the specific factors that contributed to his queasiness were.) But the film's sexism is not entirely intractable. Young's character assures Tracy's that she'll care for the kid with or without him, and I was inclined to believe her. Still, what you cite does represent a certain hump to get over...
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | February 09, 2009 at 06:48 PM
Ah, interesting. There was a certain anxiety about the sexism, but that wasn't really it. I guess it was the constant drumbeat of Trina's happiness-in-spite-of-it-all that was hard for me to swallow. Bill is a remarkably fleshy character, so convincing that his repression is somehow seductive, and Trina's his polar opposite, all big-eyed sunny magic. They seemed so naturally opposed in temperament that I couldn't help but find the relationship a little nauseating (queasy is a good word, because so much of the film is beguiling), and plenty schematic.
To me, the lovers in L'atalante make a good deal more sense--there's an evenness there. Both have a rough integrity.
This isn't to say that I didn't strongly like the film, but Trina's characterization kept me a little in check. I just couldn't buy her.
Posted by: John M | February 09, 2009 at 09:12 PM
I feel _kinda_ funny (weird) about this, but, here's a plug: My piece on this fabulous film is now available over at The Auteurs...
It was funny seeing the film a second time Sunday nite (two weeks after that first viewing), getting that never-fail reminder that films will always rearrange themselves in one's brain after a single (distant) viewing. Another element in complicating my writing on this Borzage rite away was my afternoon following that first viewing: I jumped uptown to see that Straub-Huillet and Ophuls double bill pretty much directly afterwards. That was a lot of film to process in one day......
Posted by: Ryland Walker Knight | February 10, 2009 at 10:31 PM