"To Save And Project" and Raoul Walsh's "Wild Girl" (1932)

Joan Bennett and moppets, Wild Girl, image courtesy of the Museum of Modern Art

I experienced a really lovely privilege yesterday: to attend the screening of a rare, restored Raoul Walsh picture from 1932 called Wild Girl. It's one of many treasures screening in this year's "To Save And Project", New York's Museum Of Modern Art's film preservation festival. The slate this year is co-programmed by the great critic J. Hoberman and the spectrum of material is gratifyingly wide, ranging from pre-code Hollywood pictures such as this one and the Clara Bow talkie Call Her Savage to Peter Brooks' seminal quasi-doc London time capsule Tell Me Lies to the latest expansion of Once Upon A Time In America to anarchist films of the Spanish Civil War.

As to Wild Girl, it's an odd delight. A near-immediate predecessor to the better-known Walsh picture For Me And My Gal (which coincidentally played on TCM last night), it stars a gorgeous and delicate (and blonde!) Joan Bennett, who would subsequently play opposite Spencer Tracy in Gal. She's paired against silent hunk and future My Little Margie dad Charles Farrell, who, his work in pictures for both Borzage and Murnau notwithstanding, is a rather limited performer. "He's kind of got this proto-Joel McCrea thing going," I idly observed in conversation after the screening; "Make sure you emphasize 'proto' there," a friend responded. Based on a play that was in turn based on a Bret Harte story and was put to film in the '20s, Wild Girl's story is a hoary pocket Western in which local child-of-nature-vixen/virgin Salomy Jen (Bennett) is competed over by a semi-noble gambler (Ralph Bellamy with a waxed moustache), a plain lout (too-weird-looking-for-movies [by Carlos Clarens' estimation] Irving Pichel) and an outright slimy fake-pious politico (Morgan Wallace), and eventually swept off her feet by a vengeful-but-sweet stranger played by Farrell. There are a few other plot threads in this very brisk 80-minute picture, including the sad tale of a poverty-stricken dad by the name of Red Pete, and the movie has an ever-bouncing momentum that keeps it entertaining. While not exactly what you'd call a Great semi-lost picture, its biggest points of interest are visual: the movie is framed as being told from a photo album, and the opening has each of the main characters introducing him or her self from the frame of a large turning page, e.g., "I'm Salomy Jen, and I like trees better than men. Because trees are straight..." And subsequent scene transitions are done with the page-turning effect where a wipe might have been. An interesting optical. The peculiar mountain town Salomy and her dad live in is set and shot in California's Sequoia National Park, and there's some staggering footage of Salomy Jen and her mammy running around the giant trees and scaring bear cubs. The forest setting gives a weird lyrical fairy-tale feel to some scenes, particularly those such as the one pictured above, with Jen and the bevy of kids poor Red Pete is so worried about feeding. Then there's Bennett's nude pond swim (nude swimming is pretty big in pre-code pictures, see also Borzage's The River and DeMille's Sign Of The Cross...I'm feeling a trend piece here, if I can find a time machine), and the great Eugene Pallette's imitation of various horse-mouth noises, a routine the movie pretty much stops dead for. For a non-Great film, that's a lot of value, and if any of it sounds attractive to you I doubt you'll be disappointed if you go and see the picture on the 11th or 18th of this month. 

"I knew Raoul Walsh, knew him well," Pierre Rissient remarked in a conversation with a few other invitees after the screening. Rissient, the great French cinephile and programmer, is in town presenting a great sidebar at this year's New York Film Festival, "Men Of Cinema: Pierre Rissient And The Cinema MacMahon." This screening was scheduled at Rissient's behest, and I thank Gabe Klinger, whose working this event for MOMA, for including me in the invites for it. (It was also wonderful to meet Mr. K., with whom I've had several on-line exchanges, some slightly fur-flying, in person, finally.) "Walsh told me that when he was a boy, he witnessed an acual lynching, and it was something he remembered when making this film." Wild Girl's lynching scene is noteworthy indeed; it's the only sequence of the film executed in a series of quick cuts, and it's startlingly effective. Before Wild Girl we also saw, at Rissient's request, an Irving Lerner/Joseph Strick short in the Museum's collection, Muscle Beach, a 1948 tone-poem with proto-Beat rambling folk-song accompaniment, set at the title locale. Rissient, now in his seventies, still clearly lives for the excavation and experience of the cinematic tokens, the tendrils of which form a kind of secret history of the larger culture in all its implications (one particular point of interest in Muscle Beach, for Rissient, is that its music was by Earl Robinson, also the composer of "The House I Live In" and a Hollywood blacklist victim). And that, my friends, is MY kind of cinephilia. 

(It should go without saying, of course, that everybody at this hoity-toity event was wearing a bow-tie, and as each of us entered, humming Mozart, we were handed a long pin and asked to stick it into a voodoo doll of Josh Joss Whedon. It was a peaceful event for the most part except for a brief incident in which Andrew O'Hehir stormed into the projection room with a DVD box set of Season Six of Psych, screaming, "You're doing it WRONG!" and had to be forcibly restrained. And since we're on the subject, alas, I ought to point out that the estimable Vadim Rizov is making sense here. )

Comments

[Paula]

Wild Girl was Raoul Walsh's third picture with Charles Farrell -- the other two were the silent The Red Dance (Delores Del Rio swanning through the Russian Revolution in some absolutely fabulous fashions) and talkie The Man Who Came Back, about an alcoholic wastrel rich kid who finds the woman he loved has fallen into opium addiction -- Farrell teamed up again with Janet Gaynor, in a dressing gown, messy hair and a sneer on her lips.

Farrell was made for silents. Physically he is very expressive. When he opens his mouth in talkies, that's when he gets into trouble, although he was fine 20 years later as the dad in My Little Margie. I am a big fan of his, and what I would give to see movies like The Rough Riders (Victor Fleming) and Wild Girl. You are a fortunate man to have seen the latter.

[lipranzer]

While channel surfing, I caught part of ME AND MY GAL last night, and I hope they repeat it, as it definitely looked intriguing. If nothing else, it reminded me once again what a great actress Joan Bennett was. It's amazing to consider the range she had, from Amy March to The Woman in the Window to a repressed housewife in Ophuls' THE RECKLESS MOMENT to a role in SUSPIRIA (and yes, she also played traditional housewives in the original FATHER OF THE BRIDE and WE'RE NO ANGELS, but she went beyond the stereotype in those performances).

I enjoyed this write-up, Glenn, as well as the snark of the last paragraph, except to say I don't think a voodoo doll would work on Whedon. Now, an Orb of Thesula, on the other hand...

[The Siren]

Finding emotional range in housewife parts...my goodness gracious, however did Bennett manage that?

[David Ehrenstein]

She was a REALLY great actress, Siren. I was in an elevator once with her at the Museum of Modern Art when she (and I) were going downstairs for a screening of "Woman on the Beach." She said to a friend who was with her "Well it had a lot of problems but the studio made thm worse!"

[lipranzer]

Siren, I apologize if I was condescending in talking about Bennett's performances in FATHER OF THE BRIDE and WE'RE NO ANGELS. All I meant to point out was there was a world of difference between the writing of those parts - where any thought that went into the role seemed to only come from her performance - and her role in THE RECKLESS MOMENT, where the writer gave her character things like an inner life and motivation, which Bennett played to the fullest.

[Harry K.]

I don't mean to sacrifice talk of the first three paragraphs to pay attention to the last, but those two articles, Are they real? I mean, especially the first article, which I particularly don't understand. What did film snobs in Woody Allen films ever do to Badass Digest?

[Joel Bocko]

Your links are leading me on a wild goose chase. From Vidam's piece to Devin's (which I think he misrepresents somewhat) and then to Andrew O'Hehir's (which I still haven't read but am about to). Sidetrack to a few others along the way.

Lots of "death of cinema" talk going around. I know we're supposed to roll our eyes at that, but I welcome it. I don't think cinema's dead but I do think it's sick.

[Joel Bocko]

Harry, yeah I really don't like the false dichotomy at work in Devin's thinking there. Reminds me of the kind of niche-factionalism you see a lot in music fandom but which hasn't had as strong a pull in film fandom...yet. There was always a universal quality to cinephilia which appealed to me, even as people contested emphasis or specifics. I'd hate to see us lose that.

[Peter Labuza]

Since Glenn didn't note this, there are two public screenings, and after reading his thoughts about it, I can't wait to see it:

Thursday, October 11, 2012, 6:30 p.m.
Thursday, October 18, 2012, 4:30 p.m.

[PaulJBis]

Ahem. It's JOSS Whedon, if you don't mind.

And it's kinda ironic that you bring him up here, since ("Avengers" aside) Joss is precisely the kind of filmmaker who is knowledgeable and respectful of classic and high-end film culture. I mean, he named a character in "Buffy" after Robin Wood. Maybe better examples would have been Michael Bay or McG?

[Glenn Kenny]

@ Paul: It's not ironic that I bring him up, because it's on account of liking "The Avengers" that poor Faraci feels victimized by us bow-tie wearers. That said, I'll correct the spelling of his name. I like the guy too.

@ Peter: Thanks for the added info. In my defense, I DID link to a calendar for the festival...

[PaulJBis]

That's okay. Maybe I should explain that the several misspellings of his name in the "mainstream" media are one of the running jokes among us Whedon fans: "who's that Josh Weldon guy?", and so on.

As for Faraci, I don't read him (life's too short), but I have to say that I didn't really like "The avengers" either. It was... okay, I guess, and I'm glad that Joss broke all box-office records and so on, but if I had had to pick a new Joss Whedon to be produced, I'd much rather have seen "Goners" instead.

[Gordon Cameron]

I think Whedon's truest talent is in television, so I'm a bit indifferent to the fact that after 20 years' knocking he's finally really 'made it' in movies. I'm happy for him personally, though. I thought Avengers was quite well-crafted, and Whedon hit the 'hero' beats and fan-service stuff with a lot of taste and care. That said, I'm pretty spandexxed out at this point.