Friday, October 27, 2017

"Almost an insane obsession": a Halloween appreciation of The Devil-Doll

As we reach the season of All Hallows' Eve, I thought I would reflect some on one of my favorite "horror" films, as well as one of my favorite Lionel Barrymore films: Tod Browning's 1936 The Devil-Doll. It was not the first rodeo for the B&B pairing of Browning and Barrymore; they had worked together in The Show (1927), West of Zanzibar (1928), and Mark of the Vampire (1935) prior to 1936. Browning had already directed the influential films The Unholy Three, London after Midnight, Dracula, and Freaks--but after TDD, Browning only directed one more film, Miracles for Sale in 1939. His story is relatively well-known to movie buffs, and is in some ways quite tragic.

But I digress! Mr. B's appearances in his films for Browning were often excellent fits with the director's unique, psychologically challenging, unsettling, yet often humorous approach to material. Browning had been an actor before he began to write and direct, which may have helped him pull good performances from his players. In chronological order, Mr. B played an amoral mobster, an amoral and violent ivory dealer/philanderer, a moral "doctor" of parapsychology who was still involved in manipulative activity (though for highly moral purposes), and a vengeful former banker out to wreak havoc on those who framed him and left him to rot in a French prison for 17 long years but who still possessed a very tender heart.

The vast majority of online reviews tend to open with the "drag" or "cross-dressing" in the film, part of the narrative that allows Paul Lavond (Mr. B) to wander Paris and set his plans in motion as "Madame Mandelip", a gray-haired, beshawled and bespectacled tottering old woman. While I have some background to comment on why both terms used for the disguise are wrong, this is a layperson-audience review, so let's just say it's rather weak to think of the film as weird, odd, or sensational because of that or to focus on it as either perverse or unique; it's the story and well, one acts the story one signs on for! Allow me, then, to open with what I found the most compelling theme of the film: Lavond's lust for revenge combined with his deep desire to be sure the family he has left will be taken care of when he is gone--and he knows, very early on, as the audience should, that he will not be around to see his family vindicated.

The film opens with a dizzying title sequence with a spinning spiral image behind the words:


The film was written by Garrett Fort, Guy Endore, and Erich von Stroheim, with the story by Tod Browning based on the novel Burn Witch Burn by Abraham Merritt (readable online through Project Gutenberg Australia:Burn Witch Burn as serialized in Argosy ). It was filmed under the title The Witch of Timbuctoo. While it was the debut of actress Grace Ford (as Lachna), it was unfortunately the last film Henry B. Walthall (as Marcel, a fellow prison escapee and mad scientist) completed, as he died while making his next film. Walthall and Barrymore of course went back many years, to the Biograph period of their careers, and were in several films together (my favorites being Death's Marathon and The Switchtower). Filling out a fairly impressive cast were Maureen O'Sullivan as Lavond's daughter Lorraine, Frank Lawton as her boyfriend Toto, the awesome Rafaela Ottiano as Malita, and a sinister Robert Greig as Coulvet, one of  Lavond's former partners.

We see Lavond and Marcel, dressed in shabby clothes and cloth caps, crashing their way through dense jungle on Devil's Island as they escape from prison hounded by guards and dogs. There's a brief pause while both men, tired, certainly over 50, and stumbling, speak about escaping and what they are returning to: Marcel to his science experiments, Lavond to revenge on his former partners. Walthall, oddly, was only eight months older than Mr. B, but he is able to seem incredibly fragile, tired, and very old here, while Barrymore looks resolute, angry, and much younger. This will matter later in the film.


Eventually they do manage, after quite some time, perhaps several months, to make it to the isolated home where Malita, Marcel's wife, is continuing his experiments with the help of Lachna, an "inbred German half-wit". The experiments have to do with miniaturizing creatures in an effort to save humanity from starvation.

Barrymore, Walthall, and Ottian0


Lavond is welcomed and observes dubiously the goings-on in the home. I shan't give everything away, but suffice it to say, this look from Mr. B was probably on the face of many viewers of the film at this point:


He explains to Malita why he can't stay and help her and Marcel with their work--he has people to see in Paris. At this point we also discover he was once a successful banker whose partners turned out to be crooks. Later, Lavond is woken in the night by a commotion and goes carefully downstairs to see what is happening.



He discovers that they have moved on from miniaturizing dogs perfectly to miniaturizing humans--Lachna, specifically. In so doing, her brain was somehow "fixed" and she responds perfectly to thoughts directed at her. It is an odd and somewhat sensual-yet-creepy scene in the film.



Of course, at this point Marcel has to go and die:


Malita begs Lavond to help her, saying that can go to Paris, where there are many people, which makes this really quite wicked grin appear on Lavond's face:



From here on out, we have the story of Lavond's revenge play out, tempered by his deep affection for his daughter and elderly, blind mother (played by Lucy Beaumont, who had already played Mr. B's mother in A Free Soul, 1931). While viewers then would have had to buy ticket after ticket to catch all the nuances I can on DVD replay, the scenes between Mr. B and Beaumont and/or O'Sullivan are very impressive and emotionally fraught. Lavond cannot feel safe to let his daughter know who is under the disguise of an old lady and has to listen to Lorraine excoriate her father as a thief and wicked person whose arrest led to her mother's untimely death. As Lavond, Barrymore's eyes well up as he listens in Mme. Lavond's small and cold rooms to the daughter he barely knows but whom he deeply loves tearing him apart.

The action moves fairly quickly once Mme. Mandelip is introduced. Mr. B plays her not for laughs or even for sympathy, but straightforwardly as an innocent old woman with very little guile, an open book. Only rarely do any of his victims or the police get an idea she is not who she seems. Impressive special effects make the miniaturized and mindless tools of Lavond villainous but also allow them to have moments of brief levity in the films as the two mini-humans dance, run, hide, stalk, and commit mayhem for their thought-manipulating master.


Ottiano and Barrymore; Lavond is explaining his next steps, having in disguise just avoided police. There's little funny in Mr. B's expression!
It is a beautifully shot film, with Leonard Smith credited for photography. Browning's own skill at image arrangement and manipulation for effect shows: I found the use of close shots of Mr. B's blue eyes rather effective, and I hope intentional--his eyes still photographed as clear quite often and his unblinking stare to control his minions is disturbing.

Much action and skulduggery take place and a theme threads in of Malita figuring that Lavond doesn't intend to continue Marcel's work--Ottiano is very effective in an often over the top part, especially when she tries to turn the vicious "devil-dolls" against Lavond. Lavond's speech about how little he fears death, indeed expects it, is a mini-wonder of acting in its lack of pathos--he really knew what he was doing, why, and knows he has only one end for himself. Malita, of course, will hear none of it. Much action ensues.

When all is said and done, and it is a highly dramatic and effective conclusion to Lavond's plot, the man arranges to meet with his daughter's boyfriend, Toto, to reveal what has happened and how, now that the remaining crooked partner has confessed aloud, his family will be well cared for and his honor restored.


Here we see Mr. B "barefaced and as is" as he once wrote, speaking quietly but powerfully to Toto all the way up in the Eiffel Tower about his plot, deeds, and hopes for his family. He even seems to have dropped some years from his face, as his vengeance completed now makes him seem lighter in some ways in spirit, though assured of his own inevitable, self-made end.


He ends up getting to see his daughter one more time, though of course she does not recognize him. The four minute or so scene between O'Sullivan and Barrymore is very touching, and he gives a tremendous performance as one forced to keep hidden his true identity and speak of himself as already dead.  His voice hitches a little as he tries to express what he feels, but as a "friend" of her father's who escaped with him, and the tenderness is profound.




Lavond gives Lorraine "her father's" love via a light kiss on her forehead.

...then says the most important thing is to forget her father and continue with her own life. Stunning acting by both.
We are to understand that Lavond is going to commit suicide since he had already sent a letter of confession as Mme. Mandelip to the police and naturally, since his family would be restored to respectability, he would be under investigation as the one who had the most to gain from his ex-partners' predicaments and confession. But he is entirely philosophical about it as he says goodbye to Toto and Lorraine, commenting to the elevator operator who is taking him down from the observation deck of the Tower, "This just might be the best day of my life".



I find I rewatch this film often when I want to relax and can't decide upon a film that might do the job--yes, I know that's odd. And while some critics appreciated it for the novelty and for Mr. B's underplaying, it really ended up becoming a cult classic by word of mouth. The novelty, as Nugent pointed out in his NYT review, of Barrymore playing a little old lady is secondary to the creepy thrills and danger inherent in the idea of little "assassins" (none of the men actually die; the first one Lavond paralyzes becomes one of the mini-minions) sneaking about committing robbery and mayhem.

Rarely was Mr. B shown not in his Mandelip guise in ads for the film.
It seems to me that its true value lies in the balance Barrymore strikes in a potentially ludicrous plot theme requiring a disguise as an old lady and the sinister nature of Lavond's personal vendetta not only for vengeance, but for restitution. As the ad below makes clear, trying to categorize the film is difficult--there is some romance, but we end up far more interested in the machinations of Lavond/Mandelip and frankly, if one watches it with an open mind and little expectation, the guise of Mandelip seems more like a mask than a risible getup. Mr. B's instant ability to step into and out of character was well-documented in other films and comments by fellow performers. In The Devil-Doll, as Lavond/Mandelip he steps in and out of character without skipping a beat and his voice switches from high-pitched and wavering to his own strong baritone just as abruptly and don't allow a viewer to really realize it just happened. I don't think anyone familiar with his long history of work by 1936 really would have been "surprised" by his skill.

Much (probably unfair on both sides) comparison to The Unholy 3


I do hope some will take a chance on this film, which is very enjoyable, interesting, and compelling. It is available for free online, but I'd recommend a DVD of it for best quality. I don't think it will disappoint! Happy Halloween to all and best of the season!

Walthall, O'Sullivan, and Barrymore on set.










Thursday, October 5, 2017

Philadelphia Freedom

...sorry about that. But your intrepid Barrymore-researcher is in Philadelphia these few days in the first week of October (my birthday week!) and I'm having a heck of a time. Here are some pics of special and historic moments on the trip thus far:

Yes, I did see some pretty historic sights--Independence Hall...


Christ Church in "Old City", a really beautiful little church with quite a few historic bones about. I'm a little surprised about PA's apparent cavalier treatment of many cemeteries, but that's another post for another day.

This is an amazing market we had breakfast at the first morning. Note the address too, because the coming pictures generally follow a story:

This is the closest intersection to where "The Tomb of the Capulets", the childhood home of Lionel, Ethel, and John Barrrymore, once stood. The home was owned by their grandmother, the formidable Louisa Lane Drew, and was not very far from her theater, the Arch Street Theater.

And about 200 feet or so from this corner, underneath the huge edifice of the convention center, lies the dust of the Barrymore/Drew home, the place all three of the children agreed was their most stable environment as youngsters. Lionel and Ethel meditate on it in their biographies, John less so. Lionel perhaps hit a nail on the head when he said that Jack's troubled life may have been sparked or provoked quite a bit by the death of Mrs. Drew when he was still a teen.  The children did not spend much time together after Lionel was about 15 and Ethel 14 or so. All had very fond memories of 140.  North 12th Street, Philadelphia, however.

To hell with repining, as the poets said, though! I wandered until I found one of the very few public acknowledgments in Philadelphia's city center of the Barrymore/Drew family, at 6th and Arch streets, very close to the present site of the Liberty Bell and the National Constitution Center:

It was a beautiful, shiny day in the City of Brotherly Love, too.
So of course, I had to take a pic or five! :) It was really very neat, even though I'd been to Philadelphia before and quite like it (as I do all historic cities), I hadn't bothered to work out Barrymore-tourism like I did this time. I plan on adding a few more images later as I come by them.

At 6th and Arch streets, where Mrs. Drew's Arch Street Theatre once stood.


So thank you, John, Ethel, and particularly for me, Lionel, for all the lovely work you left in the world, and thank you Mrs. Drew for being so damn kickass back when women just didn't run theaters, dammit. Because had your husband run it...well, John Drew was not apparently a very sound business person. Perhaps that (and their dad) is where all the Barrymore kids got their profound inability to manage money.

With luck, I'll find more clues and pics later--the home John was born in is gone and only a vacant lot next to a park marks it, across the river from the Tomb of the Capulets. St. Stephen's Church and whichever Catholic church Georgie took her wee converted children to await!



Monday, October 2, 2017

The Gift of Lionel on my birthday

On this occasion of my 47th birthday, I post a recently discovered (by me) 1919 pic of Mr. B and Ethel B during the Equity strike. The pleasant gift of this and other new to me pictures was a birthday bonus! More to come later... 


From The Brothers Schubert, by Jerry Stagg

Monday, September 11, 2017

The Enemies of Women--Photoplay style!

Though the film is not completely preserved, The Enemies of Women (1923) does mostly exist. Lionel Barrymore seemed to like Ibanez' stories in the 20s, appearing also in The Torrent and I believe one other film (will check my info!). You can read the novel in Spanish on Gutenberg here: Los enemigos de la mujer

Photoplay editions were issued after films were made of novels, mostly in the 19-teens through the 1930s. The films of course did not always follow the story, and in the case of this edition, misspell the author's name! But they tried... here you are! I own this one, so all scanning errors are mine.
Note the author name: it should read "Vicente", as it does on the hardcover scan below.
FANTASTIC back ads!
Oh Lionel...





Monday, August 28, 2017

Exciting updates! 1912 and 1913-14 film and directorial efforts

Excitement! I was able to verify the existence of one more film with Mr. B (My Hero, 1912--check out the serialization with what looks like Mr. B in the last frame!) as well as add three of his directorial efforts: 1913's No Place for Father with Antonio Moreno (!) and 1914s Just Boys and Chocolate Dynamite. The 1912 images are pretty neat! I found many, many serializations for 1912-1914 and have updated there as well.

I found a pretty amazing serialization of My Hero which is on the 1911-12 film page--but look at this image, the last of the pages, which seems to show Mr. B playing (of course) an old man on the left:

I think that's Mr. B on the left--his role was described "Secondary Role" :)

I also found more information on the 1913 The Suffragette Minstrels, which may have been based on a theatrical show of the same name. Still no images!
 Gotta love the interwebs! :)

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Happy birthday "Ee-thel"!


 The spectacularly successful, famous (as in her illness and recovery were broadcast in Times Square in lights in her heyday) Ethel Barrymore was born this day in 1879. She was, both Lionel and John declared, the only Barrymore to ever try and take care of any other members of the family, the one who was most successful in raising a family (though not in marriage--her only one ended in divorce/annulment, and she never remarried after Samuel Colt), the one most lauded in her time and over a very long career.  Both boys were in awe of her, though she, like them, laughed at the "legend" speak around the 3 Great Barrymores. She was known to be wickedly funny, biting in wit, generous, giving, and impatient with stupidity but very patient with those learning. 

On the audio tidbits part of this blog is a birthday celebration for her in 1949, on her 70th birthday. This was LIVE, across the nation, and filled with memories and greetings from two presidents (Truman and Hoover), Eleanor Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and just a whole bunch more. Lionel introduces the family in the end, and before that he spoke of her rise on the stage and her supporting him for two years while he played artist in Paris with wife Doris Rankin.

Her life was interesting and wide ranging, an her own interests ran the gamut form baseball to boxing to politics and of course, books.  While she seemed imperious, many people who worked with her described her as quite warm and friendly in reality. 




I recommend her autobiography Memories, which is on archive.org to read. It was completed and going to the publisher when she heard her brother Lionel had died in 1954. Her addendum to the book is indicative of her personality and, though no Barrymore was demonstrative, her affection for her older and younger brother:

Since I have finished this book, Lionel has died. I like to think that he and Jack are together--and that they will be glad to see me.


1932, during Rasputin filming, Barrymores and Colts had a photo session to introduce John Jr.


Ethel adored little brother John (or Jack, Jake, or for Ethel, "Gus")
LB Mayer snagged Ethel late in her life to add to Lionel at MGM


Happy birthday Miss Barrymore!