time passes—and passes
by Douglas Messerli
Basically
a well-made romantic melodrama, The Ghost
and Mrs. Muir would hardly be worth talking about without its three
remarkable leads, Gene Tierney, Rex Harrison, and George Sanders, and even then
there’s not a great deal to write home about. Yet this comic tear-inducing film
is strangely interesting just because of its nearly impossible structure.
Briefly I’ll recount Phillip Dunne’s
simple screenplay based on the novel by R. A Dick. Raising up her daughter in
her mother-in-law’s house after the death of her husband, Lucy Muir (Gene
Tierney) decides to go it on her own: over the objections of both Angelica (the
mother-and-law) and Eva, her sister-in-law Lucy takes her small inheritance,
their family maid Martha Huggins (Edna Best), and daughter (Natalie Wood) and
moves to a seaside residence, Gull Cottage, to live in semi-isolation. The
rental agency tries to dissuade her from moving into Gull, since—as we soon
find out—it seems to be haunted by its former owner, Captain Daniel Gregg (Rex
Harrison), a former sea captain who is said to have committed suicide.
During the writing sessions, inevitably,
Lucy and the ghost have fallen in love, both realizing that it is an impossible
situation; even the Captain admits that she should find a “real” man, and
disappears from her life.
Captain Daniel Gregg: You
must make your own life amongst the
living and, whether you
meet fair winds or foul, find your own way
to harbor in the end.
Lucy’s new love interest turns out to be
children’s writer, Miles Fairley (George Saunders) who writes under the name of
Uncle Neddy. He visits her by the seaside, and she travels to London to visit
him, there encountering his unexpected wife and hurrying off the moment she
makes the painful discovery, the wife admitting that it has not been the first
time.
So ends this pleasant fantasy. The only
problem is that the film still has more than a third of a reel left! What to do
with the rest of the time?
Director Joseph Mankiewicz and writer
Philip Dunne obviously had no clue, using that space for a long series of “time
passes” sequences, as Lucy walks the beach through sun and storm, night and
day, a signpost inscribed with her daughter, Anna’s name (facing in to the
shore, instead of out to sea) gradually sinking into the sand. Were it not for
Bernard Herrmann’s lush orchestral imitation of rolling waves, it would be
nearly unbearable. As it is, the film has grown tedious enough, as the years pass and pass,
that we are absolutely delighted with the sudden visitation of the now grown up
Anna, her new beau in hand.
In a mother-daughter conversation, Anna
admits that she too, as a young girl, had fallen in love with Captain Gregg, of
whom Lucy is now convinced has been only a thing of their imagination. Even so,
she declares, she has her memories, something the audience, by this time, has
nearly forgotten.
Left alone once more, Lucy continues to
age, dying in her favorite chair, freed, now that she is also a ghost, to join
Captain Gregg for, one presumes, eternity, which the audience might feel it has
already experienced.
If only the Captain had hung around a
little longer—as he did in the later television series—it all might have been
more fun.
Los Angeles,
March 18, 2012




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