Tuesday, July 04, 2006

State Fair (1933)

MoMA showed the 1933 State Fair last night as part of its retrospective of the films of Janet Gaynor, whose 100th birthday would have been this year. The film is not available on DVD or VHS, so this was a rare opportunity to see a remarkable film.

This is the pre-Rogers and Hammerstein version, with no music whatever except in the background of the fairground scenes and no Technicolor. What a blessing! There's far more real music and lyricism in any five minutes of this film than in all of the 1945 remake. Instead of relying on the songs to tell their story, the actors communicate by first of all believing in their characters, whom they never patronize.

One good example is the matter of the brandy in the mincemeat. In both versions, an early scene involves an disagreement between Abel and Melissa over whether the latter should put brandy in the mincemeat she is planning to submit for judging at the fair. Abel says yes, but Melissa is against strong drink. When she leaves the kitchen, Abel takes the brandy bottle from the cupboard and adds some to the mincemeat. Then he leaves, she returns, and she does the same. In 1945 Charles Winninger's perpetually bug-eyed Abel performs this business with exaggerated gestures, as if he were on a stage before an audience of thousands. He also seems to desperate to let us know that he himself understands what an empty head poor Abel is.

But Will Rogers, in the 1933 version, plays the same scene with understated simplicity. He's not afraid we'll mistake him for a simpleton, because he doesn't think his character is a simpleton, just a plain man who knows what judges at a country fair are going to like. And he doesn't have to wave his arms and bug his eyes, first because this happens to be a movie and secondly because he is a brilliant physical actor who can do his job with little movements that hardly seem like gestures at all.

In the same way, 1933's Louise Dresser far outshines 1945's Fay Bainter. In the scene where the mincemeat is judged Bainter plays manic-depressive as her chances of winning rise and fall, all gestures and expostulations. Dresser does it all with her eyes. She understands that her character's ingrained modesty is the anchor of her dignity, and that Melissa would never betray herself to the other contestants, so she stands in the front row and lets us alone see the clouds and sunshine pass over her face.

The whole film is like this, intimate with the viewer and trusting him or her to see the dignity in these characters. Even Blue Boy, Abel's beloved entry in the hog judging, benefits from Rogers's warm, empathetic approach to acting. In the Technicolor version, Abel's enthusiasm for Blue Boy makes him look like a complete fool, as most city audiences would indeed take a person to be if he got excited about a pig. But for Rogers, the empathetic actor, Abel is himself an empathetic man whose own self-respect is the source of his respect for Blue Boy, and he makes this clear both with dialogue and in his physical acting when with the animal.

This kind of intimacy earns the film our trust when it enters into its central questions about human love and its dangers. Margy, the daughter, falls in love at the fair with a local reporter who has to admit, though he loves her, that his past has been filled with empty affairs. Can she trust him? Instead of making the answer obvious, the film shares with us this aching secret: we don't know. We rarely know if love is going to work out, and if the wisest of us were asked to sit Margy down and explain things to her we wouldn't know what to say.

A lot of this intimacy has to do with camera work. The Internet Movie Database credits this to Hal Mohr, but someone else is credited on the screen. When I saw the name I grabbed my notepad to write it down, but unfortunately I see now that I wrote down "John Seitz," the name of a nineteenth-century merchant I once wrote about. I think the screen credited John something-else, but definitely not Hal Mohr. This is a pity, because someone deserves praise for the wonderful camera work and also for the lighting (which is uncredited both onscreen and at the IMDb).

At Fox in the early 30s there seems to have been a house style of photography that involved leaving plenty of space around the characters. This is a feature of all the early Gaynor pictures at Fox. This may have been due to economy, as many scenes in the other pictures use just one camera, panning left and right as characters enter and leave. Such a tactic would require keeping a certain distance from the actors. But in State Fair the distance speaks of the film's respect for the characters.

In one scene on the fourth morning of the fair, for example, Abel jokes to his son that he should pay his buddy room rent, since he's been sleeping at his place the last few nights. Abel does not know that this "buddy" is a woman, an entertainer from the side show. The camera holds back far enough for us to see Wayne standing behind his father, much discomfited, even while we see Abel's pleasure with his own joke, Melissa's blank unconcern, and the cozy home they have made of the tent they brought to the fairgrounds. No knowing cuts from one face to another, no elbow in our shoulder, just enough to make us laugh nervously and not know how to feel.

The film was released in January of 1933, which means it just barely made it before the intensification of censorship that was instituted later that year. Few pre-1933 movies have used their freedom of expression as eloquently, and as responsibly, as State Fair. Wayne falls in love with a woman who tells him from the start that she is "not wild, and not tame. I just do what I want, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody." She gets him into bed on the first night of the fair, and on the last day tells him it is over for good, hurting him plenty because he thought he was in love. The beauty is that we not only understand and sympathize with him, we understand her as well. This is a film with malice toward none.

A reviewer on IMDb says the movie is seen on "Fox" every once in a while. I guess he means the regular Fox broadcast network. Other than that, we may have to wait a long time for another opportunity to see this remarkable work.

Subway Art on New York's "R" Line

On June 26, 2006, Claire and I toured the art installations on the R subway line in New York, from Union Street in Brooklyn all the way through Manhattan to Woodhaven Boulevard in Queens. Here are some photos, observations on the works, and notes on how to find them. The images below are small, but if you click on them you will see them in an adequately large format.

Union Street, Brooklyn: Emmett Wigglesworth, CommUnion, 1994



Where to see it: along both platforms

We weren't that impressed with this installation. Presumably Wigglesworth was drawing from the idea of "union" from the station's name and commenting on it by combining various "strands" into the one "cable." That seems too literal to me, and the umpteen iterations marching along both sides of the platform, though all different from each other, give the sense of same-old pretty fast.



DeKalb Avenue, Brooklyn: Stephen Johnson, DeKalb Improvisation, 2005



Where to see it: inside the station, just after you go through the turnstiles

This is just the thing for a station because no matter how many times you walk past it there will be something else to notice. It's big and splashy and has lots of references to Brooklyn, to the trains that stop here, to sports -- things it's good to think about as you dash to work.





23rd Street, Manhattan: Keith Godard, Memories of Twenty-Third Street, 2002



Where to see it: along both platforms

Godard uses hats and small, indistinct labels to get folks who are waiting for the train in touch with the history just above them, in Madison Square. You look at a hat, then down at the label to see whose hat it is. Thus, the fancy hats of Stanford White and Evelyn Nesbit memorialize the architect of the original Madison Square Garden and his former mistress, whose husband shot White dead at a glittering Garden party in 1906. Great fun!



28th Street, Manhattan: Mark Hadjipateras, City Dwellers (for Costas and Maro), 2002



Where to see it: along both platforms



34th Street / Herald Square: Nicholas Pearson, Halo, 1991



This is a clever idea. White globes are placed far above the heads of subwaygoers, democratically giving each of them a halo, sort of. But after all these years they are not very white any more. They are caked with grime, and dust bunnies fill the folds in the surfaces.

Where to see it: inside the turnstiles of the 32nd/33rd Street entrance


34th Street / Herald Square: David Provan, Yab-Yum, 1992



Provan's mobiles pose directly above the tracks, so when a train arrives or departs the resulting wind makes them whirl slowly. The graceful movements of the mobiles contrast with their physical "gravitas" -- thick plates and rods of heavy steel.

Where to see it:
directly above the northbound F and V track (view them from the escalator)



Times Square: Jack Beal, The Return of Spring / The Onset of Winter, 2001/2005



Where to see it: between the two exits for 41st Street and 7th Avenue (NW corner and SE corner)

This is a take on the Proserpina myth. On one wall we see Onset of Winter: Our heroine descends into the depths -- of a subway! The myth-makers of our modern age are a film crew, which has drawn the inevitable audience. Each person in the audience is literally illuminated and metaphorically transformed by the glow from the film crew's lights, a comment on our own individual relationship to today's myths and their heroines and heroes. This is perhaps best seen in the two boys watching in the foreground:



Even their dog seems ennobled by what is before him. On the facing wall we see the other side of the Proserpina myth, the return of Spring:



The darkness of the other image is supplanted by a sunlit scene in which Beal's Proserpina is posed to remind one of a figure from Botticelli's Primavera. There still is an underworld, but the workmen at the left need heavy equipment if they want to get to it.

Beal's treatment is not a satire. It does not diminish us moderns by setting us beside the grandeurs of the past, the way T. S. Eliot would. Rather, it makes New Yorkers seem at least as noble as the greats of yesteryear.

Times Square: Toby Buonagurio, Times Square Times: 35 Times, 2005



Where to see it: at the 41st and Broadway entrance, or go from the uptown R train toward the 1 and 2 trains

Buonagurio's square ceramics celebrate the joys of Times Square. Here are a few of the 35:



Happy New Year



Seafood cookery



Subway living



The Theater District



Hot Dogs sold from carts



Tourists



... and feet, thousands and thousands of feet in shoes from every part of the world.



Times Square: Jacob Lawrence, New York in Transit, 2001

We were not impressed, and I am not posting an image of this one.

Where to see it: between the uptown and downtown R train elevators, near the exit for the SE corner of 7th Avenue and 42nd Street



Times Square: Roy Lichtenstein, Times Square Mural, 2000



Where to see it: from the bottom of the escalators at the entrance from the SE corner of 7th Avenue and 42nd Street



Fifth Avenue / 59th Street, Manhattan: Ann Schaumberger



Where to see it:
along both platforms and at the entrance from 59th and Central Park West

One of the exits from this station leads you to the Central Park Zoo, which is Schaumberger's theme. We can attest that the mosaics are a delight to grandchildren; others might find them a little too cute.





36th Street, Queens: Owen Smith, An Underground Movement: Designers, Builders, Riders, 1998

We could not find it in the station. There were numerous blackened cut-out areas in the tiled walls. Perhaps the installation has been removed, leaving these areas?



Jackson Heights / Roosevelt Avenue, Queens: Tom Patti, Passage, 2004



Where to see it: The whole station is a work of art, a thrill to behold both inside and out, with grand, sweeping spaces and intriguing colors. We are guessing that the specific work, "Passage" is only the colored inserts in the windows:



These are just one part of the wonderful effect of the whole atrium:





Woodhaven Boulevard, Queens: Pablo Tauler, In Memory of the Lost Battalion, 1996