by douglas messerli
Samuel
Raphaelson and Frederick Lonsdale (screenplay, based on a play by Melchoir
Lengyel as adapted by Guy Bolton and Russell Medcraft), Ernst Lubitsch
(director) Angel / 1937
It’s strange to discover that I am writing
today on this work which premiered exactly 77 years ago, on October 29, 1937. The
Angel I saw yesterday, despite some
rather odd aspects of Marlene Dietrich’s makeup (must her eyelids be so
severely arched?) was certainly not a senior citizen, but appeared to be as
young and fresh as the just slightly middle-aged folk it portrays, and the film
itself literally glowed in its brightly lit sets and absolutely sparkling
beaded dresses.
The script was also quite up-do-date in
what has now become recognized as its directors blasé attitudes toward sexual indiscretion.
In fact, there is no outward sex presented in Lubitsch’s film, there is
certainly a great deal of imprudent behavior—if not even lasciviousness.
But we know that, in fact, Maria has
indeed brought up a subject that might not only cause a row, but might destroy
them; the problem is that Sir Frederick is so self-centered that he cannot
imagine any reality behind what he perceives as her humorous comments. Nor can
he imagine that he is a bore of a husband, long unable to demonstrate to his
still desiring wife that he feels any love for her.
We have already witnessed the events
that are at the center of their later game of musical chairs. Visiting a former
friend, the Grand Duchess Anna Dmitrievna (Laura Hope Crews)—presumably to
discuss the difficulties of her and her husband’s relationship—Maria makes
clear that things are not what they seem. First of all, we quickly discern, the
lovely series of rooms over which the Grand Duchess presides represent a salon
that might be better described as a high-class saloon, a place for gentleman
callers to meet young woman or, with the help of the Grand Duchess, to make
appointments with young women in a more intimate setting. In short, Maria’s
friend runs a sort of high-class brothel, and the fact that Sir Frederick’s
wife even knows the elderly “madame” from years earlier suggests to us—with the
usual Lubitsch touch—that she may once have been one of the women with whom
these gentlemen might have met.
The two do not even share their names,
but do something far more indiscreet in allowing a possible reunion in another
week. If his “Angel” returns, Tony Halton is assured she will become his love!
Having already described his new friend
and his new friend’s infatuation with a woman to Maria, Sir Frederick has
helped prepare his wife for the event. So too is Halton given fair warning
when, while the two men share drinks before her entry, he spots a photograph of
Sir Frederick’s wife. Once more, Lubitsch creates an entire series of overlaying
ironies, without any obvious plot manipulation giving us and the two lovers
information not shared by the husband. If for the two would-be lovers the
situation creates a kind of frisson,
it provides the audience an opportunity, once more, to delight in the knowledge
of what Sir Frederick, the stooge of this story, cannot comprehend.
And we feel that secret conspiracy between
the characters and us serves him right when he unemotionally welches on his
promise to take Maria on a vacation trip to Vienna, once again reiterating his utter lack of empathy, but his inability to romantically respond.
When Lubitsch first came to the U.S., it
was at the invitation of Mary Pickford who asked him to direct Rosita. Apparently, the two did not at all get on, fighting over
several of his directorial decisions. At one point, frustrated with Lubitsch’s
director, she quipped that he was “a director of doors.” Given the evidence of Angel, we might well agree. But that is
just why Lubitsch is so brilliant. He uses everything at his disposal to convey
the meaning of his scenes, a gesture I can imagine was irritating to actors
determined to be the center of all the film’s expressive moments. In Angel, the doors through which Sir Frederick
goes in and out are fascinatingly brocaded entries that are not only strangely
cut (often round instead of rectangular) but slightly smaller than what we might
expect at such a grand manor house. As the grand diplomat trips through his
rooms it appears as if he is living in a “playhouse,” or a “dollhouse” in which he believes he has enshrined his Nora.
The Grand Duchess’ salon, as I have
already hinted, is a palace of tiny meeting rooms, each carved out with a
white-painted doorway, little different from the others, so that one never knows
what might be discovered within—a lady or tiger, so to speak. It is through one
such doorway that Maria discovers Halton, who, since he has been waiting for
the Duchess, mistakes her for the elder woman. At film’s end—when Maria returns
to the salon of many entrances and exits with both her husband and Halton on
her tracks—these doors suddenly become central to the plot. In one room,
discovering Sir Frederick, Maria lies to him, declaring that she has just met and
had a conversation with Halton’s “Angel,” attempting to dissociate herself from
what now everybody knows is a very shady past. But in saying this she also
challenges her husband not to go through that doorway, and thus prove to her
both his love and his willingness to save her honor. He is unable to grant that
request and, once more turning his back upon her, enters what has now become a
maze of other possibilities. Simultaneously, through yet another door, enters
Halton, clearly aware of the crisis Maria now faces. Lubitsch does not make
evident whether by helping Maria to drape her furs around her neck, Halton is now
claiming her as his possession or helping her to escape the situation; however,
neither retreat. Sir Frederick finally returns to the room, admitting that room
had been empty. But we know that it wasn’t at all vacant, since he inhabited it,
and that in that room, apparently, he has finally met up with himself, recognizing
his own failures as a husband. With that new knowledge, he offers Maria
another possibility. He will travel on to Vienna that evening, and either she
may join him for their long-planned vacation, or he shall go alone.
As he is about to exit through yet one
more doorway, Maria joins him, the two now facing whatever they find behind the
door together for the very first time in Lubitsch’s lovely fable. With such a
witty use of space and setting, the actors do not even need to be
brilliant—which frankly, none of these actors, at least this time around, is—for
the camera has cleverly said everything that needs to be said.
Los Angeles,
October 29, 2014
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