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by Loren D. Estleman


  Uncredited. “Garbo’s Letters Missing.” Press release, December 11, 2005.

  Three inches of tantalizing newspaper coverage of the discovery that two letters and two postcards written by Garbo to her friend, Vera Schmiterlöw, had been removed from the Swedish Military Archives and not returned. Despite an alternative development written into this book, the correspondence remains missing and the circumstances of its disappearance are unknown.

  2. General

  Anderson, Brett. Photographed by Phillip Ennis. Theo Kalomirakis’ Private Theaters. New York: Abrams, 1997.

  A sumptuous picture book, with an extensive text, showcasing the world’s premiere designer of high-end home theaters for the Matthew Rankins among us who can afford them. Exquisite reproductions of Golden Age picture palaces scaled down for the manse (one diminution includes a miniature shopping mall annex complete with a well-stocked jewelry store and a dealership displaying classic cars), these salivary treasures are lovingly presented in full color, closely detailed. (Yes, “Theo Kalomirakis” does look like “Leo Kalishnikov” when you squint.)

  Castle, Steven. Photographed by Phillip Ennis. Great Escapes: New Designs for Home Theaters by Theo Kalomirakis. New York: Abrams, 2003.

  The sequel. If The Oracle winds up looking half as good as the basement haven of best-selling horror novelist Dean Koontz (who furnishes the introduction), Valentino will be ecstatic—and in debt for the rest of his life.

  Corey, Melinda, and Ochoa, George. The Dictionary of Film Quotations. New York: Three Rivers, 1995.

  This is a quick, entertaining celebration of the terse wit and wisdom of movie dialogue, although at 413 pages of text it’s necessarily less extensive than the Nowlands’ 741-page (not counting the index) “We’ll Always Have Paris,” about which more anon. The editors’ personal screening of every film cited, as diverting and enjoyable a task as it must have been, spares the harried researcher thousands of hours of time and effort.

  Doherty, Thomas. Pre-Code Hollywood: Sex, Immorality, and Insurrection in American Cinema 1930–1934. New York: Columbia, 1999.

  There was a code of decency prior to 1934, but the enforcers were mostly looking the other way while the first generation of talking-picture artists forged a subversive response to the accepted mores of the Great Depression. This one is a real eye-opener to those who believe the cinema didn’t lose its innocence until the 1960s.

  Halliwell, Leslie. The Filmgoer’s Companion. New York: Avon, 1977.

  Halliwell was a terminal curmudgeon, but his annual film guides were invaluable (Leonard Maltin’s are better known, but he leaves out the names of studios), and remain so under the direction of his successors. This encyclopedic study of movies belongs on the shelf of anyone who considers himself a cineaste. It first appeared in 1965, and by this edition had been updated five times.

  LaSalle, Mick. Complicated Women: Sex and Power in Pre-Code Hollywood. New York: St. Martin’s Press, 2000.

  How those jazz babies did carry on. LaSalle makes the point that the 1934 crackdown froze the revolutionary development of film for more than thirty years, and that if it had not taken place, open political dissent, graphic sex, and full nudity would have reached the screen by the end of the 1930s.

  LaSalle, Mick. Dangerous Men: Pre-Code Hollywood and the Birth of the Modern Man. New York: St. Martin’s Press, 2002.

  The inevitable sequel, but freestanding and just as progressive in its vision. Clark Gable’s 1939 Rhett Butler was a wuss compared to the characters he played just as heroically years earlier. LaSalle states that mature males in our time are hesitant to call themselves men, with all that entails, and enforces his claim.

  Nowlan, Robert A., and Nowlan, Gwendolyn W. “We’ll Always Have Paris”: The Definitive Guide to Great Lines from the Movies. New York: HarperPerennial, 1995.

  Unlike more recent books that concentrate on lines from films made since the collapse of the studio system, this monster volume squeezes most of the twentieth century for the best and most memorable passages, and credits them to screenwriters rather than to the actors who spoke them, a revelation to moviegoers who think Bruce Willis is witty. Casablanca alone is cited forty-seven times, and each example is superior to Quentin Tarantino’s entire output. (“Burger Royale,” indeed!)

  Wilhelm, Elliot. Videohound’s World Cinema. Detroit: Visible Ink, 1999.

  The Videohound franchise is fast overtaking Maltin and Halliwell. Most film guides display native prejudice for the USA and the U.K. Wilhelm provides a balanced view of every civilized (and some not so) country’s contribution to the moving image.

  (See “Closing Credits” in Frames, the first Valentino novel, for more recommendations of value to this series.)

  FILMOGRAPHY

  1. Greta Garbo

  The following is an abridged list of Garbo’s landmark films, all currently available on DVD:

  Torrent. Directed by Monta Bell, starring Ricardo Cortez, Greta Garbo, Gertrude Olmstead, Edward Connelly, Lucien Littlefield, Martha Mattox, Lucy Beaumont, Tully Marshall, Mack Swain, Arthur Edmund Carew, Lillian Leighton, and Mario Carillo. MGM, 1926.

  Meddling parents break up an unsuitable romance between the classes, with results that satisfy no one.

  This was Garbo’s first American film, hence her billing beneath Ricardo Cortez (né Jake Krantz). He was recruited in the 1920s in a failed attempt to fill the Latin-lover gap left by the death of Rudolph Valentino. If Cortez is remembered at all today, it’s as the first Sam Spade in the 1931 version of Dashiell Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon. He was more effective than Warren William in Satan Met a Lady, the 1936 remake, but the role will always belong to Humphrey Bogart in the third adaptation in 1941. Considering how thoroughly he was upstaged, charity demands we single Cortez out as Garbo’s first Hollywood leading man, and one of the few not to sport a silly moustache.

  William H. Daniels, whose career spanned Foolish Wives (1922) and The Maltese Bippy (1969), photographed Garbo here the first of many times, discovering the ineffable quality that projected her far beyond the footlights; none of the studio brass took much notice of her until the rushes. (Daniels also filmed Erich von Stroheim’s notorious Greed; see Frames.)

  The Temptress. Directed by Fred Niblo, starring Greta Garbo, Antonio Moreno, Marc MacDermott, Lionel Barrymore, Armand Kaliz, Roy D’Arcy, Alys Murrell, Steve Clemento, Roy Coulson, Robert Anderson, Francis MacDonald, Hector V. Sarno, Virginia Brown Faire, and Inez Gomez. MGM, 1926.

  Garbo’s vamps were hard on Latin types. Having fallen in love with her at a masquerade ball, and learning she’s married, Moreno flees her charms all the way to Argentina. She follows him there and takes a swipe at Barrymore, who kills a friend in a duel over her. Years later, strolling Paris with Faire, his new fiancée, Moreno encounters Garbo, who’s become a prostitute and cannot recall him from among the many men she’s known.

  The Swedish Sphinx was never more luminous, and most of the men who saw the film probably sympathized with Moreno’s tragic attraction to her. Roy D’Arcy, as the villainous Manos Duras, was extremely effective, and one wonders whether she’d have been able to manipulate him as easily as she had most of the rest of the male cast. It’s a stirring film, brilliantly photographed by Tony Gaudio. This was to be Garbo’s first Hollywood collaboration with Mauritz Stiller, her mentor and presumably her lover, but his inability to work within the strictures of the studio system got him replaced by Niblo, who also directed the stunningly successful Ben-Hur in 1925.

  Flesh and the Devil. Directed by Clarence Brown, starring John Gilbert, Greta Garbo, Lars Hanson, Barbara Kent, William Orlamond, George Fawcett, Eugenie Besserer, Marc MacDermott, Marcelle Corday. MGM, 1926.

  Married again, Garbo has an affair (again), this time with Gilbert, who is forced to kill her titled husband in a duel. Once again the New World embraces a shattered lover, leaving Garbo to marry Hanson, Gilbert’s best friend. Upon returning to Austria, Garbo sets her cap a second time for Gilbert, who is challenged b
y Hanson to yet another duel. Garbo sees the error of her ways and sets off across a frozen river to prevent bloodshed; she falls through the ice and drowns. Gilbert wounds Hanson, who recovers, and the friendship is reinstated.

  Garbo’s love scenes with Gilbert burned up the screen, as well they might have. They fell in love for real on the set, precipitating the first of many celebrated on-again, off-again affairs that have become as endemic to Hollywood as sports cars and divorce.

  This was the last time Garbo received less than top billing. By the time the pair were reunited on screen in Love (1927), a bowdlerized adaptation of Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, Gilbert’s name had slipped to the second spot.

  Anna Christie. Directed by Clarence Brown, starring Greta Garbo, Charles Bickford, George F. Marion, Marie Dressler, James T. Mack, and Lee Phelps. MGM, 1930.

  Garbo, having fled the cruel family in whose care her seaman father left her, quits the life of a prostitute to live with her father. After saving Bickford, a young sailor, from drowning during a storm, she falls in love with him, only to be abandoned by him when he learns of her past. He returns, himself a man far from perfect, to beg for forgiveness and propose marriage. She accepts.

  This adaptation of a play by Eugene O’Neill, who had run afoul of the censors in New York during the so-called Roaring Twenties, was a dangerous choice for Garbo’s debut in a talking film. No one could be sure that audiences would accept her in such a sordid role, let alone embrace her deep voice and strong accent. Her entrance, dog-tired in dowdy clothes she might have slept in, is so unglamorous as to draw all the drab details from the seedy waterfront bar where most of the action—such as it is—takes place. No simple drink order was ever anticipated so breathlessly, or celebrated with so much relief; that throaty contralto would eventually pave the way to stardom for Tallulah Bankhead, Lauren Bacall, and Kathleen Turner—and assure the livelihoods of a host of falsetto-challenged female impersonators. Garbo herself preferred the German-language version of the film she starred in later that year, and thought Marie Dressler, cast as father Marion’s slatternly former mistress, stole the one shot in English.

  Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise. Directed by Robert Z. Leonard, starring Greta Garbo, Clark Gable, Jean Hersholt, John Miljan, Alan Hale, Hale Hamilton, Hilda Vaughn, Russell Simpson, Cecil Cunningham, Theodore von Eltz, Marjorie King, Helene Millard, and Ian Keith. MGM, 1931.

  Fleeing an arranged marriage with thuggish Hale, Garbo stumbles into the arms of Gable, a hunky construction engineer. He plans to marry her, but while he’s away on business, Garbo hops a carnival train to escape her father’s pursuit. Gable returns, only to leave again when he learns that she’s become involved with the owner of the carnival. When they meet again, she’s changed her name to the eponymous Susan Lenox, and has become the mistress of a rich politician. Again Gable leaves, but she tracks him to South America, where he’s fallen on hard times working at a construction camp in the jungle. Eventually all misunderstandings are swept aside, and they are a couple at last.

  It’s a steamy film—even the scenes not set in that ubiquitous tropical exile—and the viewer who knows Gable mainly as the hail-fellow-well-met-con/he-man of San Francisco, Boom Town, and It Happened One Night gets an unadulterated dose of the “Dangerous Man” of Mick LaSalle’s take on pre-Code Hollywood. With the possible exceptions of the world-weary John Barrymore and the urbane Melvyn Douglas, Gable seemed the only man in pictures capable of handling Garbo, and of upstaging her in her own scenes. Perhaps that’s why they were never matched again.

  Mata Hari. Directed by George Fitzmaurice, starring Greta Garbo, Ramón Novarro, Lionel Barrymore, Lewis Stone, C. Henry Gordon, Karen Morley, Alec B. Francis, Blanche Fred-erici, Edmund Breese, Helen Jerome Eddy, and Frank Reicher. MGM, 1931.

  Garbo is the notorious Mata Hari, spying for the Kaiser under the cover of a cooch dancer in Paris. Novarro falls for her, enabling her to secure military secrets he’s been entrusted with as a lieutenant with the Russian Army. Recalled to Russia, Novarro’s plane is shot down and he’s blinded. Garbo comes to visit him, declaring her love. He’s still in bandages when he goes to speak with her in prison; she convinces him she’s in a hospital, recovering from an illness. He doesn’t know that she’s pleaded guilty to espionage to keep him from being called in to testify and find out about her past. After he leaves, she is taken from her cell to face a firing squad.

  This is arguably Garbo’s campiest role, celebrated mostly for its turgid earnestness and That Costume, which is reduced nearly to its headdress during her salacious dance with a pagan idol. Novarro, whose homosexuality is often cited for his apparent discomfort in macho roles (there’s no sign of such conflict in his Ben-Hur), seems out of his element as an ardent swain; but that may have more to do with his inexperience acting in talkies. His career high was six years in the past.

  Grand Hotel. Directed by Edmund Goulding, starring Greta Garbo, John Barrymore, Joan Crawford, Wallace Beery, Lionel Barrymore, Lewis Stone, Jean Hersholt, Robert McWade, Purnell B. Pratt, Ferdinand Gottschalk, Rafaela Ottiano, Morgan Wallace, Tully Marshall, Frank Conroy, Murry Kinnell, and Edwin Maxwell. MGM, 1932.

  Garbo, a great ballet star undergoing deep depression, is prevented from committing suicide by John Barrymore, a down-on-his-heels aristocrat engaged in burgling her room at the Grand Hotel in Berlin. They fall in love, but before they can run away together, Barrymore is slain by Beery after robbing Beery’s room in an attempt to secure valuables to free himself from his past. Unaware of this event, Garbo checks out, blissfully looking forward to her future with Barrymore.

  Grand Hotel is a precursor of those Universal extravaganzas that placed Dracula, the Wolf Man, and Frankenstein’s monster in the same feature; it’s MGM, seeking to reverse the Depression’s drain on the box office by placing as many of its “more stars than there are in heaven” in one feature as it can get away with. It paid off, and industry watchers were astonished when Joan Crawford, in one of several separate stories loosely connected to the others, garnered notices equal with the great Garbo’s. (Beery, cast against his usual lug type as a ruthless and desperate business tycoon, merits special mention as the only one of several supposedly German characters to speak with an accent.)

  This is the film in which Garbo speaks the immortal line, “I want to be alone”—several times.

  As You Desire Me. Directed by George Fitzmaurice, starring Greta Garbo, Melvyn Douglas, Erich von Stroheim, Owen Moore, Hedda Hopper, Rafaela Ottiano, Warburton Gamble, Albert Conti, William Ricciardi, and Roland Varno. MGM, 1932.

  Amnesiac cabaret entertainer Garbo is identified as the wife of Douglas, who believed her to have been slain during the Austrian invasion of Italy during the First World War. Seeking to break her ties to the Svengali-like novelist von Stroheim, Garbo flees Budapest to rejoin Douglas. Despite an abortive attempt by von Stroheim to brand her as an imposter, she remains with Douglas, although she is still in doubt as to whether she is whom he thinks she is.

  This film has more Hollywood history than most movie documentaries. Garbo, cinematographer Daniels, and von Stroheim are reunited, albeit this time von Stroheim is in front of the camera, not behind it, as when he directed Greed, and this is the first feature to pair Garbo with Douglas, who was one of the few to hold his own. Legendary gossip columnist Hopper makes one of her last acting appearances; and any picture that lets von Stroheim wear his monocle is worth a look.

  Queen Christina. Directed by Rouben Mamoulian, starring Greta Garbo, John Gilbert, Ian Keith, Lewis Stone, Elizabeth Young, C. Aubrey Smith, Reginald Owen, Lawrence Grant, David Torrence, Gustav von Seyffertitz, Ferdinand Munier, and George Renevent. MGM, 1933.

  Christina, Queen of Sweden, falls in love with Spanish ambassador Gilbert and abdicates her throne so she can marry him and avoid a diplomatic wedding with the King of Spain; but before the lovers can run away together, Gilbert is killed in a jealous rage by a former love interest of Garbo’s. Alone, she sets sail toward an unce
rtain future.

  The plot has a stronger historical base than Mata Hari, and until Edward VII gave up the English crown to marry a commoner, represented the great worldly sacrifice in the name of romance. The film also lays to rest the myth that Gilbert had a high, squeaky voice that cut short his career when the screen learned to talk. It was a pleasant light baritone, and he’d mastered subtlety since his unfortunate first attempt; but it was too late. He died three years later.

  Mamoulian, it’s said, coaxed that haunting, enigmatic last shot of Garbo at the prow of her ship by telling her to make her mind absolutely blank. It’s an iconic moment, and makes up for an awkward early scene in which Gilbert manages to mistake Garbo for a boy because she’s wearing trousers when they meet.

  Anna Karenina. Directed by Clarence Brown, starring Greta Garbo, Fredric March, Freddie Bartholomew, Maureen O’Sullivan, May Robson, Basil Rathbone, Reginald Owen, Reginald Denny, Phoebe Foster, Gyles Isham, Buster Phelps, Ella Ethridge, Joan Marsh, Sidney Bracey, Cora Sue Collins, Olaf Hytten, Joe E. Tozer, Guy D’Ennery, Harry Allen, and Mary Forbes. MGM, 1935.

  The Tolstoy chestnut about a respectable married woman who throws everything away for the love of a dashing military officer, then throws herself in front of a train.

  She made it once before, as a 1927 silent that stripped the epic novel of most of its social elements and even its title: Love, moreover, was presented in modern dress, with no counts or czars. The second version is closer to its source but, like every other attempt to translate a sweeping novel of class war to the big and small screen, reduces it to a bourgeois love triangle.

  (NOTE: For all his knowledge of cinematic history, Valentino is not infallible; in Alone, he scorns Love for its tacked-on happy ending. In fact, both adaptations end with her suicide, although in the first American release of Karenina, she survives. However, most existing prints preserve the tragic ending that appeared overseas.)

 

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