Warners -The Talkies, Dwan & Wellman.

Among vintage films now surfacing, I'm enjoying the early Warners talkies. The talents they recruited, the running start they made with Vitaphone, Producer in Chief Daryl Zanuck's taste for newsy subjects, and their being in my first language all contribute. They did go on making powdered wig melodramas, silly ass comedies and Broadway chorus musicals but even these carry realist traces of their celebrated "Social Dramas" outclassing the efforts of their Hollywood competitors.

Warners' Man to Man of 1930 is less than great but still an interesting add-on to the the uneven filmography of Alan Dwan, one of the renowmed second wave pioneer film directors, men (they were pretty much all men) mainly small time actors who saw the potential of the first movies being made by early 20th. Century camera owners and inventors and contributed their own stage experience  - David Wark Griffith, Maurice Tourneur, Raoul Walsh, Wiliam S. Hart, Maurice Elvey or Tiensuke Kinugase.

Dwan's 1930 Man to Man starts off with young Phillip Holmes as a track & field star triumphing in the inter-collegiate stadium. Back in the frat house, where they cheer a film record of Holmes' success, fellow undergrad Sumner Gretchell lets slip that Holmes’ dad was sent to the joint for murder. (This echoes plot elements of Dwan’s silent Black Sheep) It doesn’t go down too well with Holmes’ squeeze Barbara Weeks, who is to be last seen with Gretchell in his open-top roadster as the train taking Holmes back to his rural small town runs distant through the background - one of the striking scenics which often punctuate even Dwan’s most pedestrian work. 

Back home, Phillip is welcomed on all sides by townsmen who consider his dad taking down the local heavy to be heroic. We hear the details of their main street shoot-out -  rather than see it. Our hero is immediately offered a job in the local bank, which brings him into contact with the banker’s so charming daughter, Lucille Powers, and makes his fellow bank teller a rival. The courtship is one of the best elements. 

Grant Mitchell, the father, is released (why?) and resumes his spot as the town barber but is concerned to find his son unresponsive. Then money disappears from the bank. Suspicion of bad blood is voiced - The Stain? However, it is plucky Lucille who sorts matters out rather than our wimpy leading man. 

Holmes, son of actor Taylor Holmes (the 1920 Nothing But the Truth & the 1947 Nightmare Alley) Phillip must be Hollywood's most forgotten leading man from this period (up against Robert Ames for that title). He loses Mary Brian to Gary Cooper in Only the Brave and Loretta Young to Charles Boyer in Carnival but he scored a genuine triumph in Tay Garnet's riotous Her Man (also 1930) showing a flair for comedy that was rarely exploited. Instead he became a prototype Montgomery Clift. Both actors played Theodore Dreiser's doomed George Eastman in the films of  "An American Tragedy."

Man to Man - Marion jnr., Mitchell, Holmes, Powers & Larkin in the shop.

A lot of the staging is routine, with the cast ranged across the frame delivering the unremarkable dialogue. However Man to Man has a couple of aspects that do appeal. It is steeped in the U.S. small  Southern town atmosphere that you get in John Ford’s Judge Priest films. Black actor John Larkin is treated sympathetically but also made a figure of fun. There are no white pillared mansions framed by ghost moss-draped willows here but we do get the timber main street buildings and particularly Powers’ porch with its house plants and swing. There is unusually no designer credit on this one, though it is logical to have had Anton Grot, the head of Warners’ art department, contributing.

Powers, Frye, O'Connor, Simpson, Marion.

The other interesting feature is the appearance of an exceptional support cast of the character actors who will enliven the Golden Years films to come, all at the start of their sound careers - Otis Harlan (Reginald Denny’s former sidekick), Russell Simpson (Santa Fe Trail’s Shubel Morgan), George F. Marion jnr. (Garbo’s dad in Anna Christie) Robert Emmet O’Connor (a cop in both The Big House and Night at the Opera) and particularly Dwight Frye (about to become a fixture in the Universal horror cycle). Reliable Grant Mitchell even gets top billing in some of the publicity.  He is beginning a sound career that will make him a familiar face from often notable films including Laura & The Life of Emile Zola. 

Man to Man is limited by origins in a story by Ben Ames Williams, whose work was the basis of the three times filmed All the Brothers Were Valiant and the dreadful Leave Her to Heaven. The film remains minor but agreeable, a welcome glimpse of 1930 Hollywood production and the recovery of its understanding of filmmaking after sound. For anyone with an interest in film history, it is a treat.

More substantial, William Wellman's 1933 Heroes for Sale brings back the buzz that discovering vintage Hollywood used to be - the films that we thought were gone forever when the original theatrical copies wore out, returned in the hundreds bought for late-arriving Australian TV, vanishing again into Cinémathèques, only to burst out one more time for home video and streaming. 

Before I ever discovered film study, I was delighted with Wellman's Cary Cooper version of Beau Geste - went back to see it again the next day. Turned out director Wellman was a WWI flier drawn to the movies and getting to show his talent just as the silents were making their last great showing. His Wings got the first Best Movie Oscar. The combined assault of a new technology and the Great Depression clipped Hollywood's wings but, like Michael Curtiz and Lewis Milestone, Wellman had already asserted himself.  Reduced to making the modest budget production-line features that kept the theatres open, he still managed conspicuous The Public Enemy, powered by Jimmy Cagney, who its director promoted to the lead. Heroes for Sale is even better.

It opens in the WW1 front line, soaked with Wellman's trademark belting rain. Among the Doughboys selected for a suicide mission (exhausted Captain Arthur Vinton, can only afford to lose twelve men), we spot a familiar face. Richard Barthelmess, once co-star with Lillian Gish in Griffith's celebrated Broken Blossoms and Way Down East, is not getting featured treatment. However, he is the one who heroically completes their assignment, the bodies of his fellow soldiers falling across him, grenading a German machine gun nest and taking prisoner an enemy officer, while companion Gordon Westcott cringes in the trench. Wounded, Barthelmess is left for dead and it is Wescott who is lauded and decorated as a hero.

Recovered with agonising metal splinter fragments in his spine, our hero is treated with morphine in a German hospital. This, rather than heroin, used to be the horror drug in films - think Kings Row. Repatriated with Wescott to their once again familiar rural American home town, it is easier to let the record stand and Barthlemess becomes a teller in another local bank, here run by Berton Churchill, Wescott’s dad and, as in Stagecoach, all-purpose movie nasty of the day. Wracked by his Habit, our hero can’t make the numbers total and desperately needs to buy a fix. Another familiar Wellman device is showing local pusher, Tammany Young, part obscured - here behind a neighboring shop window case. "You work in a bank, don't you?" Dick is tempted to lift a C. note from the Treasury delivery but puts the money back, only to be fired by Churchill, unmoved when he is told the truth about the wartime exploit his son now denies.

The pacing characteristic of these Warner melodramas shows Barthlemess’ hospital cure as taking a system card out of its drawer and stamping it.

Moving on to the city, he sees Charley Grapewin's personal Soup Kitchen, the faces of desperates, for whom there is no more charity food, peer through the window. It is run by daughter Aline MacMahon, making her transition from glamorous Gold-digger to character actress and, more than a decade later, to again impress in Fred Zinnemann’s The Search and Anthony Mann’s Cimarron. She shows Barthlemess a stark room they are letting. “Any bugs?” “Not unless you brought them with you.” He meets fellow tenant (Russian?) inventor Robert Barrat who, in the film’s most questionable choice, is played as farce. MacMahon's sister Lorreta Young, enjoying a great run of these “problem” pictures, shows up in her Earl Luick fashion outfit. 

Hired as a driver at the back-projected laundry, where we get Grant Richards coming up again as manager.  Barthlemess is apprehensive when called into the office, only to find that his delivery run is the one that has grown while the others are declining. Turns out he’s introduced a bonus scheme, which he more than pays for out of his increased commissions. Rather than fire him, Richards makes him supervisor. He can’t wait to get back to the flop house to tell the sisters and offers to take them to dinner. Aline is about to join them in her best outfit, when she opens her door to see Dick with his arm about her sibling and backs off.

Barrat’s new laundry machine, which Dick bankrolled, actually works and, with funds invested by his fellow workers, he installs it on Mitchell’s expanded shop floor, improving productivity despite a no-layoff agreement. However, Warner resident heavies Edwin Maxwell and Douglas Dumbrille (in their one scene) see the profit in further automation and firing the workers whose contributions made their success possible. There follows the film’s labor riot, especially impressive for a modest budget production. Dick tries to deter the leaders and, rushing to his side, Loretta is trampled. We should have guessed that this one was getting too cheery for their Book of Job plot.

MacMahon, Ronnie Colby, Barthelmess.

Sent to the pen as an agitator, our hero is unable to see his son grow in Aline's care.  However, Barrat now in full Capitalist mode, visits him to tell him that their laundry patent is coining it and he’s opened a bank account in Dick’s name. Released with ageing makeup, our hero meets his son, raised by Aline to revere his accomplishments. She's still running her charity to which he donates his royalties.

Meanwhile “the Red Squad” of the Sacco & Vanzetti era is dragging any foreign-looking types from their diner tables along with their friends (sound familiar?) and running them out of town. On the hobo (“we’re veterans!”) train along with Ward Bond, Dick finds Gordon, whose dad defrauded clients and offed himself rather than face the consequences. Moved on again by the bulls from towns who put up signs saying they can’t provide for their own, he delivers the film's best line: “At least it’s stopped raining.”

Heroes for Sale’s analysis of labor relations may be no more insightful than Metropolis but it is Hollywood’s most determined effort. They actually use the word “Communist” unique in an American film of the day - that is outside Wellman’s 1934 The President Vanishes, in which a number of faces familiar from this one may be spotted. The thought content reflects incompletely considered politics of the day, managing to jam in pacifism, breadlines, returned soldiers, miscarriage of justice,  xenophobia, and exploitative capitalism with ruthless bankers. Wellman's more widely cited “Social” film Wild Boys of the Road doesn’t try for as many hot-potato topics.  It is uncomfortable to notice that it is Hollywood filmmakers who flirted with the left-wing issues of the thirties, that would make the Anti-Communist movies of the sixties - Wellman’s Blood Alley, Mervyn LeRoy’s The Green Berets or Raul Walsh’s Marines Let’s Go.

Barthlemess, his popularity undermined by unsuitable vehicles and alcoholism, still managed to get himself into serious items like Cabin in the Cotton 1932, A Modern Hero & Massacre both 1934 - even 1929's Weary River. With Wellman again, he did Central Airport, a nice programner -  great rain storm.

If the ideas were suspect, the filmmaking was state of the art and then some. Wellman drives this one at a speed that enables him to slip in enough story content to serve five films. It is interesting to compare his compression of the rambling Edna Ferber So Big. He made more substantial films. Wings, A Star Is Born and The Oxbow Incident are more accomplished. However, nothing matches the energy of this one, still today. Watching it again is a great reminder of the satisfactions of a lifetime of movie-going.

I'm told Heroes for Sale is on the Russian ru.ok site. My Scooter Movies DVD is quite acceptable quality. Man to Man is in a good transfer at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCW81JP0bQs&t=33s

Barrie Pattison - 2026

Sydney Film Fest. 2026

 

Time was that the Sydney Film Festival was the high point of a local movie freak's year. Now it's in there with Vivid, the footy, David Jones' windows at Xmas and all the other things that flutter on lamp posts, to remind us we're still living in Sydney. I cherry-picked the festival, which is not the best use of it. Their most valuable offerings have usually been surprises. I was looking at the few efforts of familiar names. It may be that a new generation of Akira Kurosawas, Andrej Wadjas and Helmut Käutners are being revealed in these hundreds of movies playing in sixteen venues but I haven't found them and the thought of the cost and effort involved in checking has sent me scurrying back to S.B.S., foreign streaming services, and the local national events, which appear to have a higher strike rate. 

Remake takes us back into the life of documentary filmmaker Ross McElwee fifteen years after we last heard from him.  We feel we know McElwee from his autobiographical movies, which first reached The Sydney Film Festival with the jokey 1985 Sherman’s March, where Mc Elwee had parlayed his short film experience into making an educational feature about the U.S. Civil war General and his notorious March to the Sea campaign. Making that production strayed into McElwee’s family, friends, love interests and a joke rivalry with Burt Reynolds (and an imitator) all presenting McElwee as an innocent lost in a sea of Marxist documentarians, who made him feel like Ferdinand the Bull (“He never learned how to fight”).

This bait and switch method continued with his 2003 Bright Leaves charting McElwee’s family’s history in the Tobacco industry, diverting into an examination of Michael Curtiz’s 1950 tobacco themed Bright Leaf, complete with an interview with star Patricia Neal, where McElwee wanted to see his grandfather represented as the Gary Cooper character as but is faced with the daunting discovery that he is closer to villain Donald Crisp. In the new film, we continue with an exposition declaring that a Hollywood producer with an eight-sheet poster of Kitten With a Whip (Ann-Margaret prominent) on his office wall, wants to do a dramatised  Sherman’s March, a project which, during this new documentay, will metamorphose into a TV series and an opera, with performers live lip-syncing projected clips of McElwee’s friends and family in song. We get clips of his 2011 In Paraguay about the delay in his adopting his foreign daughter (compare Tavernier’s Holy Lola) and 2008 Photographic Memory with arguments about the ascent of video with his by then fellow-filmmaker son Adrian, whose impressive snow sport material is glimpsed.

 But now, unlike his other films, real life obliterates this jokey material. McElwee’s marriage has disintegrated and he’s paired with another filmmaker, who won’t let him put her in his movies, raising the question of the effect on their real lives of public show. Overshadowing this and any other questions (familiar long-time mentor and subject Charleen Swansea has now died, with memory loss of her participations) is Adrian’s substance abuse. 

You can feel the audience suddenly go quiet when we become aware of his unfolding tragedy. We see OxyContin leading to Heroin and finally fatal use of Fentanyl. The younger McElee’s description of the allure and destructive effect of drug use is one of the most disturbing accounts we have, made even more stark against his jokey demonstration of vaping.

 

Remake -McElwee, father& son.

Mc Elwee, who we saw as belonging to the tradition of Woody Allen, suddenly becomes a tragic figure trying to use his craft to exorcise personal pain. Whether this is a subject for public entertainment becomes questionable. That is, I guess, the point of the film and something McElwee is trying to work out by its production. These are not scripted characters and those of us who have followed them down the years, even at this distance, cannot be unmoved.

Michael (A Quiet Place:Day One) Sarnovski’s The Death of Robin Hood is one of those current, grubby interrogations of traditional British culture, along with Mirrah Foulkes’ Judy and Punch and (better) Chloé Zhao’s Hamnet.  We’ve been over this ground before. Another batch of British self rejections - Room at the Top, This Sporting Life, It Happened Here I'll Never Forget Whats'isname & If - contained Robin and Marian but a weathered Sean Connery seemed positively amiable by comparison to Hugh Jackman submerged in matted grey hair and Pamela S. Westmore’s prosthetics. He’s first seen cutting the throat of a teenage girl, after telling her Marian only existed in the stories and giving pointers for her stalking him.

Plot has Bill Skarsgård’s Little John, now gone all Martin Guerre, taking over the life of a dead farmer and needing Robin’s aid in defending it from the man’s family. “We can best them.” This is one of those period pieces where the big action set piece is at the start. Jackman emerges barely alive, with young Faith Delaney. Ah, but there is an island of compassion in all this brutality. Abbess Jodie Comer runs an isolated hill-top Priory on a Druid site and, given sanctuary there, he slowly recovers. The sun even comes out. Delaney watches his foraging skills and he shows her how to fashion a bow out of a tree trunk. There’s even such a nice leper looking after them. Happiness and redemption lie outside the murky scheme of this film but there is space for revenge, as Jackman warns recovering Noah Jupe, after rowing him out of earshot. Soon, the carved face at the bottom of the sculpted flask is obscured, as it fills with human blood.

            The Death ofRobin Hood - Jodie Comer, Faith Delaney & Hugh Jackman.

The menacing imagery is convincing, the playing is superior and the writing defeats anticipation but you have to demand whether something so grim is viable popular entertainment. It has already opened theatrically and we can only think that it was in a film festival in the of hope of an endorsement as art.  As for the admirable Jodie Comer, she’s already done two of these and if she doesn’t get herself into one about singing and dancing Chelsea debs. fast, she’s going to have a fan base that expects to see a lovable bunny rabbit quivering as the lead stomps it, every picture.

Clara Law arrived at the end of the years of prominence for Hong Hong Kong cinema, making a few quirky main stream features -  1989’s Pan Jin Lian zhi qian shi jin sheng/ The Reincarnation of Golden Lotus, the 1990 Farewell China / Ai zai bie xiang de ji jie (particularly interesting) & 1993’s You Seng/Temptation for a Monk with the memorable scene of shaving Joan Shen’s head, all before the take-over sent Law and long time writer partner Eddie Fong fleeing not to the U.S. with Chau Yun Fat, Sammo Hung and Tsui Hark but to throw in her lot with the Australian film industry - always a suspect move - though she did manage to get off a few nonconformist features here. She was always an outlier, not that Chinese women movie directors were ever thick on the ground,

 Ripples in the Mist - Law

Interesting to find the pair still active in 2026 with her new Ripples in the Mist in the Film Festival, and her clutching one of the film’s balloon-folder elephants in place of a bouquet.

They described this one as their “D.I.Y.” feature. Dissatisfied with the previous constraints of producer control, they put the film together with their own resources and the contributions of well-wishers. “We did not expect to get any money back.”

I’d offer a synopsis but I found it too hard to follow to try that. The action moves between Australia and Taiwan, as a Chinese student tries to trace her friend who fled the territory after the crackdown. Simultaneous with her questioning people they had known, we get her studies of contemporary ballet (an imposing single take coverage with the camera in among the dancers) and Buddhists, like the Australian employer who was determined to treat the temporary visa holders he was giving jobs fairly, where they were often exploited by others. A single mother Canadian artist, who knew the friend, offers our heroine shelter in her country studio.

This fragmentary coverage sketches topics we don’t often see -   the Chinese diaspora, Australia as a not always welcoming destination, Hong Kong violence against protesters. One of the most striking passages is one girl describing not being able to run fast enough to get away from troops and finding herself completely blue after being sprayed with riot control foam. The unfamiliar players are effective and individual. Placing them in recognisably Australian settings gives the film an unfamiliar conviction.

The imagery and performance can not be faulted but the sequence of events and the part the actors play in them, I repeatedly found confusing. I spent too much of my time trying to figure that out to absorb this one’s many qualities. It is a serious attempt by the makers to give responsible use to their skills and it deserves respect for that. It will be interesting to see how far it gets.

By contrast, both conventional and surprising, Nika & Madison, the Canadian Scope medium budgeter delivers its activist material in the shape of a manhunt action melodrama. This one is more mainstream than the other titles I caught.

We start off with Ellyn Jade/Nika on the Lone Spruce reservation, taking a bead on an appealing deer (cruelty to animals is big this year) Cut to her dressing the hide. Driving past, friend Dylan Cook asks “Did you shoot that?” and gets told, “No, I ordered it from Amazon.” Already, they have our attention.

Her more animated cousin, Star Slade/Madison is studying in Toronto. They used to be close but drifted apart. When Slade is partying in a city bar and moves on a drinker, his lady friend gets agro and David Reale, the cop who is called to stop their fight, has Slade sit in the back of the police van - to take her home.  Jade, who has been alerted to the fact that her cousin is in trouble, tracks her mobile phone. About now, we get the alarming stats on indigenous incarceration.

 When Slade wants to pee in a deserted warehouse area, Reale turns rapist and is only halted when Jade takes him down with a shovel. The girls make off after calling in the injury on his radio. Billy Merasty/their Uncle George, imposing with traditional Indian plats, is the one nervously keeping his head and, when they learn that the cop is in hospital and the force is looking for the girls, he stops Jade from taking her rifle when she decides to head off into the bush. “You know how to trap and forage. I want to keep guns out of this.”

In town, newly arrived detective Amanda Brugel is cautioned by partner Shawn Doyle that the officer in hospital is a good guy with a family and she should remember that people in the force have long memories. One of the film’s best scenes comes where the Toronto cops are denied entry to the Reservation by the Indigenous Police, who have set up a roadblock to catch drug dealers operating there, both groups uneasy about asserting their authority.

Meanwhile, the girls have made themselves at home in a caravan trailer abandoned in remote bush, which Jade has made into her favourite place. We learn about the childhood molestation which has turned her into a recluse, while the other girl has embraced the city, scornful of her friend getting no further than suburban Brampton. Jade arrives with a fish impaled on a twig to go with wild mushrooms, (twentyfive dollars a kilo in the supermarket) for their breakfast. This is all a bit too schematic, complete with balancing bush and urban montages.

However Reale has come out of his coma and accused the girls and Brugel, tamping down her hostile partner, has gone back to the reservation, assuring the locals that they only want to talk to people there. They are not doing too well till mean neighbor Pamela Matthews identifies the ‘phonecam. image of Slade and indicates the direction she saw the girls leave. It’s time to go in with tracker dog and a helicopter. The cousins recognise that the jig is up and resolve to turn themselves in - but only after a night on the town in Slade’s party outfits. They also drop by the hospital to intimidate Reale. Everybody gets lawyered up and the film is none too sympathetic to the Police Union rep. 

The likeable leads, unfamiliar setting and smooth, conventional filming all make this OK viewing. It will be interesting to see what these people do next.

 

 That lot is not bad going, even at those prices - along with a Brazilian retro. which Kleber Mendonça Filho brought in person. I plan including that in a longer Brazilian piece. 

Barrie Pattison 2026

Frennch Film Festival 2026

I wasn't able to do justice to this year's French Film Festival, which is a pity. I usually enjoy those. However, I have caught up with a couple of entries

Cédric Jimenez' Chien 51 / Dog 51 proved to be a frog A-feature entry in the Blade Runner, Children of Men, Edge of Tomorrow line.

They start as they mean to go, with a metallic clang in the music track and a homeless mob herded at the crossing between residential zones of 2045 Paris. Significantly, black drones hover. Pretty soon a shooting in his flat courtyard takes out the inventor of the police force’s new super tool Alma, the computer that does ultra-accurate hypertheticals on crimes.

Scruffy, down-graded cop Gilles Lellouche is called into HQ, saying “two sugars” to younger female superior Adèle Exarchopoulos from Blue is the Warmest Colour, who has him on the carpet without offering coffee.

Jiminez (Bac-nord, November) has marked his territory with these. Lots of racing along motorways in the rain at night. Grisled Lelouche just about gets by as an action hero, diving off a Seine bridge to go frogman in the city sewers and bending the rules to look after charity worker Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi. As with Edge of Tomorrow the best scene, which comes towards the end here, is Exarchopoulos’ corridor shootout with a couple of drones.

Dog 51 - Exarchopoulos

The elements are uneven. A popcorn movie, albeit a distopic European one, doesn’t benefit from such a grim ending. Putting  up a subservient, incapable authority structure headed up by celebrity support actors -  Louis Garrel, Romain Duris, Artus - plays less well than setting it in a grimy, rubbish-strewn concrete underground Paris, where Lellouche surfaces from his sewer dive to see the Eiffel Tower still in place, across the moonlit Seine, reminding him how beautiful it used to be, the film’s best moment.

Craftsmanship and performances could sustain a better film.

The talking point on Vie Privée/Private Life is that we get Jodie Foster speaking French, dropping in the odd English phrase. As with the Robert Wise West Side Story, the first word on the track is “Shit!” Jodie gets one English-language scene with documentary maker Frederick Wiseman, who plays her former mentor. Supporting her, we get French-speaking celebrities, who don’t have their normal share of the action. Virginie Efira is particularly underused, just manifesting as glamorous in flashbacks.

Jodie is a Paris-based psychiatrist whose patient, Virginie, is murdered and the resentful husband, Mathieu Amalric, throws Jodie out of the Jewish funeral. How does this involve Aunt Aurore Clement’s will? It all gets mixed in with Comédie Française actor Noam Morgensztern, as another patient. His years of therapy for a smoking habit were less productive than one visit to hypnotist Sophie Guillemin. Meanwhile, Jodie has family encounters with amorous optometrist ex-husband Dan Auteuil, (he helps her steal Amazon deliveries) and supper with son Vincent Lacoste and his wife Park Ji-min (Return to Seoul/Retour à Séoul) - good cast punching below their weight.

 Zlotowski

Jodie’s career as a Freudian is central. The gendarmes she complains to exchange smirks and she begins to have her own doubts. Throw in a scarlet dream sequence with a symphony orchestra and Nazis. This is all largely tongue in cheek but the film has a disturbing moment worthy of a top-line film noir, as Jodie climbs her apartment block stairs and hears the lost mini-disk of the session with her dead patient, playing in her apartment.

In the line of The Lady in the Car With the Glasses & the Gun, this one is more interesting before it all gets explained. Vie Privée is also a companion piece to  writer-director Rebecca Zlotowski’s Les enfants des autres and Planetarium, again having celebrity leads front up uneven dramas, but this one is better than those.

The copy on view is dark and grainy. This may be intentional but its stills and trailer look better.

Private Life-  Foster

Barrie Pattison 2026

NOW HEAR THIS.

The supply of early sound film that has likely fallen out of Copyright has become a deluge. Where to start? How about a couple of ambitious mainstream product-ions that demonstrate the abrupt decline brought about by sound, which filmmakers, headed by Chaplin and Renè Clair deplored?

A welcome surprise is that U-Tube has come up with the Ramon  Novarro The Pagan, one of the hits of the sound transition period and a film that, despite my best efforts over what is now a lifetime, I’d never managed to see - a nice copy shot at near the right speed for the new projectors but retaining the control that pre-sound film making had developed -  and with the l929 sound track too. It’s still really a silent, though the leads do lip synch. the theme at one stage (“Come with me where moonbeams/light Tahitian skies…”) encouraging Navarro to appear at the Berlin Opera House, and the track has a few crucial sound effects like the snapping of lip curling villain Donald Crisp’s walking stick. We have pretty much the ideal version, providing William Axt’s original score but retaining intertitles which spare us the early struggles with recorded dialogue. 

 The first thing that strikes you is that, like Tony Curtis' Universal movies, what they are selling you is the leading man in his briefs, with a languorous pan over shirtless Ramon reclining on the studio foliage eating bananas - not the reviled male gaze we hear about.  Hollywood was big on The Natural Man. Think Mutia Omoloo in Trader Horn, Uncas or Tarzan, whose adventures with Johnny Weismuller in the lead, this film's director, W.S. Van Dyke would shortly also get to launch. It didn’t seem to worry anyone at that stage that, in the most conservative of Hollywood film factories, their two big earners, Novarro and Billy Haines were determinedly gay. 

The Pagan - Dorothy Janis & Ramon Novarro

There is no doubt that one of the attractions of The Pagan is having two great-looking performers in skimpy sarongs as stars. Female lead Dorothy Janis had a small part in an earlier film by director Van Dyke and it’s to be regretted that her career went nowhere. She’s highly decorative and manages to register plausible adoration and terror - the two emotions called for. 

   W. S. Van Dyke

Woodbridge Strong Van Dyke had been an assistant to David Wark Griffith. He appears to have had a little-considered early career as director. The only example I’ve seen is the 1918 The Lady Of the Dugout, a quasi-western featuring train robber turned movie star Al Jennings (of Oklahoma). It is pretty good. This all turned around when Robert Flaherty was hired for the MGM production White Shadows in the South Seas, presumably because it used the Pacific Islands setting of his Moana, and things went pear-shaped. Some of Flaherty's footage remains visible in the finished film. The studio sent in expendable director Woody, who rose to the challenge. He became MGM’s go-to man for location filming,  turning out Trader Horn and what is debatably the last silent film 1933’s Eskimo, which once again did have a track but was largely played in the local language with inset caption translation. Though they are rarely seen now, all are accomplished. He also was misguided enough to do a respectable job on Naughty Marietta, which set him up for Jeanette McDonald - Nelson Eddy vehicles to come. Rose Marie still has some vigor (Mounty Eddy commenting on the barroom dancing girl who has upstaged opera star McDonald “Nelly couldn’t sing a note if she got lumbago”)but these productions are now hardly shown. Van Dyke’s San Francisco & The Thin Man do better. 

As for plot,  we are in the sweaty topics. Yacht owner, Crisp in a white suit, anchors in the Paumatu Islands and makes his way to the local store, where he is dismissive of barefoot idler Navarro. Turns out Ramon owns all the palm trees Don wants for Copra production. Rather than make him a deal, Ramon gifts him harvesting rights. Trouble is that Ramon and Don’s ward Janis are feeling the call of the blood - or to keep the thirties censor happy, mutual half blood. As Don is raising her to be all white, Ramon has to become all white too, borrowing money to stock his store and dressing up in a linen suit. Local Sadie Thompson type Renée Adorée (definitely a Woody Van Dyke character) tells him he looks like a Kansas City Street Sweeper but she helps out in the store, which he has no idea how to run. 

Pagan - Adorée & Novarro

He keeps on looking out the window for the yacht to come back with Janis. When it does, Don has bought up all his debts and owns the place and, what is more, to protect ward Janis from the corrupting Island influences (“When you looked at him, I saw an unholy light in you eyes”), he is prepared to marry the girl himself. This is where you hiss him. Ramon snatches Janis from the church but Don’s crew take her back and row her out to the yacht so our hero swims through shark infested waters and faces the dastard - man to man. 

This is a simple-minded version of the kind of popular exotic-erotic adventure that then ranged from Joseph Conrad and Somerset Maugham to pulpy John Colton, The Single Standard, White Cargo, John Hall & Maria Montez. Van Dyke and the writers understood it well. The most familiar name there is Hollywood Ten member John Howard Lawson, who does an impeccable job on the intertitles. The technical work is expert and the piece moves along nicely in an assured staging of the movie tropics. This was Novarro’s last silent and a peak in his career. He and Van Dyke would try again with the similarly themed 1934 sound film Laughing Boy but by then the magic had faded. It’s unjust that Novarro is now only remembered as the twenties Ben Hur.

The Pagan remained part of studio culture and Metro built an agreeable 1950 Esther Williams vehicle called Pagan Love Song around the Arthur Freed - Nacio Herb Brown theme. 

 

To make the point that the arrival of sound destroyed the assurance that the early years of filmmaking had built up, look at  Atlantic,  from the same year as The Pagan. Watching the poor quality current copies tends to endorse that view. Another candidate for first British sound film, along with Blackmail and Flying Scotsman (begun as silents) and Journey’s End (shot using a U.S. studio), this one is not one film but five - simultaneous 1929 English and German versions, reworked as a now-lost French film, a silent edition and a recent 4K colourised restoration, which is probably the most presentable surviving copy.

Atlantic is the first sound entry in the sinking of “The Titanic” movie cycle. The incident was still vivid in living memory and, possibly for legal reasons or, it has been suggested, to spare the feelings of survivors and relatives, the story has been mixed with an earlier naval disaster, the 1873 loss of White Star's S.S. “Atlantis” shown in August Blom’s then admired 1918 Atlantis where, to complicate matters further, the ship was called The Roland. There’s no unsinkable Molly Brown or John Jacob Astor IV here, though a rich man does spray bank notes among the doomed passengers playing poker as the water rises. Heroic second officer Lightoller, a regular feature of these productions, appears in the British version as  John Longden (Lanchester) and, less prominently, as Georg August Koch (Lersner) in the German.

British International, the producing company here, had a history of ambitious silent productions directed by German Ewald André Dupont (Moulin Rouge with Olga Tschekova and Piccadilly with Anna Mae Wong, their most expensive silent effort). Dupont was considered a world-class talent after his imposing Emil Jannings drama Vaudeville/Variety, the success of which he would never repeat. Atlantic would represent the start of his decline through early sound French-English-German films and a shift to Hollywood, where routine assignments came to a halt - an incident in which he was reported to have punched out one of the Dead End Kids for ridiculing his accent. After a ten-year break in administration, he returned as director on inferior independent b movies. Facing a new language and anti-German feeling destroyed what began as one of the great international director careers.

Atlantic - Stuart & Caroll  

Unlike, say, the later multiple version Anna Christie or F.P.1 Does Not Answer, the editions are substantially different. The ballroom scene comes at another point in the opening but its music still plays distant under the first-class smoking lounge material. In the English version, more trouble has been taken with the soundtrack, presumably by editor Emile de Ruen, as where a still-brunette Madeleine Carroll and John Stuart enter and the music cuts into the background track to end abruptly when they again close the door.  Music and effects do play with dialogue in tracks that have been mixed rather than just cut together, as in some early sound films. As the crisis deepens, the sound of the deck orchestra authentically playing jaunty “Pack Up Your Troubles” and “Charley Is My Darling” behind the grim dialogue is striking. Legend also demands the ship’s band’s rendition of “Nearer My God to Thee” accompanies the sinking.

Atlantik - Kortner, Heinrich Schroth, Elfriede Borodin, Thea Serda.

Like other simultaneous “Home” editions, the British copy has material not included in the “Foreign” version - the track along the deck, which half reveals philandering husband D.A. Clarke-Smith, the model shot exterior of the iceberg striking the hull and the scene of shooting the black(face) sailor trying to force his way onto the panic filled life boats. The German however allows Willi Forst a song at the lounge piano, which Monte Banks, as his opposite number, is denied.

The scripts are derived, we are told, from "The Berg" a play by Ernest Raymond, author of “Tell England” and “For Those Who Tresspass”.  They still show evidence of the stage origin, with the bulk of the action taking place in the below decks First Class Smoking Room, where a notorious author (“They would’t let us read your books at school. You make fun of everything that people take seriously”) reduced to a wheel chair, his wife, the family of the cheating husband, a play boy and a minister receive information on the damaged ship relayed from the Captain’s wheel house by the second officer.  A freshly married young couple join them. Franklin Dyall reassures fellow passengers “This ship is no more likely to sink than St. Paul’s Cathedral”, lacking the Teutonic irony of Fritz Kortner’s parallel “This ship is as solidly built as the Leaning Tower of Pisa”.

This comparative serenity is disrupted by footage of real ship- board activity - the grand stairway, the stoke hold and pumping pistons, panic on deck and lowering life boats. These have a totally different texture to the dialogue material and were filmed at a slightly slower speed. As there appears to be no earlier production that they could have been lifted from, this suggests filming by a unit preparing a silent version. Spot  Carrol and Stuart. This shooting is genuinely impressive and seems more in character with the work of Dupont and credited celebrity English-Hollywood cameraman Charles Rosher(Sunrise and the 1952 Scaramouche).

The problems are obvious. Raymond was concerned with the ruling class, providing the stiff upper lip dialogue ridiculed in the later British Naval adventures, lines like “May I shake hands, sir” or “I haven’t had the luck to be ordered to a lifeboat.” Unlike other Titanic films, there is virtually no depiction of the steerage passengers. Bit-playing Dany Green (in The Lady Killers twenty years later) does get one quite effective speech in the British version. (“Who’s for a hand of poker?”)  Compare Roy Ward Baker's nineteen fifties Morning Departure, when calamity also means that the lower classes are permitted to invade a space previously reserved for the privileged, there a sunken submarine’s Ward Room.

The inference is that Dupont lacked familiarity

 with spoken English. Several of his British cast appear in Hitchcock films of this period, where they are more at ease - as well as Longden, we get manservant Donald Calthrop, the blackmailer from Blackmail. Top-billed Dyall was known for his theatre work, productions of Edgar Wallace. His major claim to our attention now is as radio actor Valentine Dyall’s father.

On the other hand, the Germans are in their element, communicating with Dupont without the stress of an unfamiliar language.  Kortner was a major star of their theatre and film. Viennese Willy Forst was already a leading man and would become the most accomplished German speaker director of the thirties.  A couple of the support are familiar from the work of Fritz Lang -  George John in the Calthrop role and Theodore Loos as the preacher, both wasted, and the young couple become Francis Lederer, scenery chewing alongside  Lucie Mannheim, here still the glamorous leading candidate for the part of Blue Angel's Lola Lola. The casting suggests that the producers had no idea of the players’ status on their home ground.  Some of the cast do odd lines in English, either as an oversight or because it was not considered that German was necessary. The only performer credited in both versions is English comic Syd Crossley, as the radio operator who has no dialogue - writing messages on Marconigram stationary.

Atlantik - John & Loos at right

So what we have here is a project of failed ambition. There are effective moments but mainly we have stilted dialogue, theatrical characters and a lack of imposing effects work. There is no boats in the water footage. At a later stage, a model shot of the liner being engulfed by the waves was added. Still, the fade-in on the clear skies of the following morning, coming after the grim scene of the (off-screen) sinking remains effective.  

The Herbert Selpin - Werner Kinger Nazi era Titanic or Roy Baker’s British A Night To Remember are superior and James Cameron’s blockbuster makes this film’s lost opportunities embarrassingly obvious. Even uninspired items like Frank Borzage’s 1937 History Is Made at Night, Jean Negulesco’s 1953 Fox Titanic or the TV mini-series are a better evening’s entertainment. However, Atlantic has a quality these all lack. It is a fascinating chance to watch the cinema embrace its future, stumble through a new challenge and test limits. There are people of proven talent here. They deploy extensive means and their daring is to be admired - especially on the odd occasions where they succeed. For anyone with a serious interest in film history this is viewing not to be missed.

The Pagan  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LW8EwURmfuY

Atlantik https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0019657/?ref_=nv_sr_srsg_10_tt_7_nm_1_in_0_q_Atlantic

Atlantic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCqhf-KEH8Q

Barrie Pattison 2026