Notes from the 2022 San Francisco Silent Film Festival (May 12-18).
The Festival’s 25th anniversary edition kicked off with a restored, re-edited version of Erich von Stroheim’s Foolish Wives (1922). “The Man You Love to Hate” played a con artist posing as a Russian nobleman in Monte Carlo. Typical Von Stroheim—novelistic attention to layered (visual) detail alongside a fetishistic love of well-heeled sleaze and an odd streak of sentiment. The same was mostly true of Blind Husbands (1919), which played a day later and also starred Von Stroheim as an adulterous swine who looks great in uniform and gets his comeuppance, this time in the alps.
Below the Surface (1920), directed by Irvin Willat, starred steely-eyed Hobart Bosworth as a diver fighting to free his son from con artists. Not as great as the previous Bosworth/Willat collaboration, the awesomely twisted revenge drama Behind the Door (1919), but still a corking melodrama, with a submarine rescue opener and sinking ship climax. Next on the program was The Primrose Path (1925), an agreeable crime-drama programmer featuring Clara Bow as the hero’s girlfriend.
I was slightly let down by Waxworks (1924), the famous anthology film directed by Paul Leni. The first story, involving Harun al-Rashid, is too long; the last, dealing with Jack the Ripper, is too short. In between we get Conrad Veidt as Ivan the Terrible, but the film was never as macabre or scary as I’d hoped. Splendid art direction though.
The Great Victorian Moving Picture Show: Large Format Films from the British Film Institute (1897-1902), was narrated (with dry humor) by the BFI’s Bryony Dixon and collects 68mm footage by former Edison film pioneer W.K.L. Dickson. It covered everything from the Boer War to the Royal Family, including Queen Victoria in sunglasses.
There’s little original I can say about Buster Keaton’s masterpiece Steamboat Bill, Jr. (1928). The last independent film from the greatest comedian to work in cinema, it begins slowly and ends in a symphony of ingenious slapstick. Afterward came Apart From You (1933), a rare silent from the great Japanese director Mikio Naruse. A short and sad (but not depressing) tale of two geishas aiding a juvenile delinquent.
Rebirth of a Nation (2007?) was billed as DJ Spooky’s “remix” of Birth of a Nation (1915) but turned out to be a summary of BOAN with a modern score. I had been expecting an essay film rather than a digest and was disappointed. Another letdown: Salomé (1922), a creakily directed adaptation of Oscar Wilde’s play, starring Alla Nazimova in a series of progressively silly costumes. Any camp value was negated by turgid pacing and filmed theater staging.
The fourth day of the Festival started with The Kid Reporter (1923), a short starring the charming Baby Peggy (Diana Serra Carey, four years old at the time; she passed away in 2020 at 101) and Penrod and Sam (1923), an adaptation of the once popular Booth Tarkington book. Parts of it resembled the Our Gang films; all of it benefited from director William Beaudine’s skill in handling child actors. Prem Sanyas (1925), an opulent German-Indian retelling of the Buddha’s life story filmed in India, featured music by Club Foot Hindustani, with Pandit Krishna Bhatt on the sitar. The sound proved so soothing I fell asleep within 15 minutes and didn’t wake until the final quarter.
Arrest Warrant (1926) was of obvious relevance, being set during the Russian Civil War and made in (Soviet) Ukraine by Ukrainian director Heorhii Tasin. The copy screened was a scan from the Oleksandr Dovzhenko National Film Centre in Kyiv (temporarily closed but showing films in the subway). The dark and unsettling story of betrayal and human weakness had little consolation and none of the ideological posturing that blights much of early Soviet cinema.
Just as bleak was Sylvester (1924), a German Kammerspielfilm (chamber drama), set on New Year’s Eve. Though stylishly directed by Lupu Pick and featuring no intertitles, the story (between a man, his wife, and his mother) was unconvincing. Also disappointing was A Trip to Mars (1918, Denmark); the Martians turned out to be simpering pacifist goodie-goodies.
Skinner’s Dress Suit (1926) started the Festival’s fifth day. A delightful light comedy starring the superb farceur Reginald Denny, adroitly directed by William A. Seiter, that proved “clothes make the man.” Next was The Fire Brigade (1926), famous for featuring in the first episode of Kevin Brownlow’s Hollywood documentary series as an example of Hollywood craftsmanship. Familiar but unseen after decades in the vaults, the firefighting melodrama proved itself a rousing crowd-pleaser, thanks to the restoration of its tinting, Handschiegel process color effects, and what was left of a scene in two-color Technicolor. Afterward came Limite (1931), a Brazilian avant-garde feature by Mário Peixoto, boasting evocative imagery and a punishing two-hour runtime.
The last screening of the day was Dans la Nuit (1929), the only feature directed by French character actor Charles Vanel, whose career lasted from 1912 to 1988. This beautifully directed film, about a miner who marries and suffers a series of misfortunes, undergoes a radical tonal shift that has led to it being accurately described as a fusion of Jean Renoir and Henri-Georges Clouzot. Despite the studio-mandated ending, it’s close to being a masterpiece.
The penultimate day of the Festival began with A Sister of Six (1926). I wasn’t sure what to expect of this this German/Swedish co-production, directed by Ragnar Hyltén-Cavallius in Hungary. It turned out to be a funny and ingratiating comedy of mistaken identity, with stand-out performances from its many female cast members.
The Street of Forgotten Men (1925), a passable Bowery melodrama of professional beggars, directed Herbert Brenon, is now famous for marking the debut of Louise Brooks, who has a very small part as a gangster’s moll. Also passable was The History of the Civil War (1921), Dziga Vertov’s second documentary feature. A film of great historical interest but disappointing to anyone expecting another Man with a Movie Camera. I was also underwhelmed by The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1923)–despite Lon Chaney’s make-up and a high production values, it was a shallow adaptation of Victor Hugo.
The festival’s final day commenced with Smouldering Fires (1925), about a female business executive who puts aside her masculine ways and appearance when she falls for a much younger male employee. This could have easily turned sexist and ugly, but the heartfelt lead performance by Pauline Frederick and sensitive, sophisticated direction by the underrated Clarence Brown resulted in genuinely humanist work of cinema.
Next came Ten Minutes in the Morning (1930), an amusing Soviet Georgian short on the importance of daily exercise to aid Communism, followed by Salt for Svanetia (1930), Soviet director Mikhail Kalatazov’s documentary about backwards villagers in the Georgian Caucasus, featured stunning compositions and intoxicatingly dynamic camerawork that anticipatef his I Am Cuba (1964). Julien Duvivier’s The Divine Voyage (1929), a seagoing tale of miracles triumphing over fat-cat greed, was another example of exquisite late silent filmmaking. Made by someone drunk on cinema, the style was sensuous and ravishing.
The Festival ended with Ernst Lubitch’s adaptation of Oscar Wilde’s Lady Windermere’s Fan (1925). Throwing away Wilde’s epigrammatic dialogue and retaining his melodramatic plot should have resulted in a failure; instead Lubitsch triumphed by retelling the story with visual wit. Eyelines and glances took the place of dialogue; blocking and camera placement created gags and showed character relations.