how long is a day?
by Douglas Messerli
Director
Stanley Kramer, it is safe to say, was never known for his subtlety. Throughout
his career he made pictures, most of them with underlying liberal themes, that out
rightly depicted battles between good and evil concerning racism, holocaust
(both the Nazi murder of Jews and nuclear holocaust), intellectual freedom, and
moral antipathy. He may not have always explored the complexities of good and
evil, but watching his films you certainly knew on which side he stood.

To reiterate their concerns, the original
playwrights added a romantic interest in the form of Scopes’ girlfriend Rachel
Brown (Donna Anderson), and her firebrand, bigot father, Rev. Jeremiah Brown
(played by Claude Akins). In order to further humanize the great liberal
Darrow, Lawrence and Lee hinted at a deep friendship between the Darrow and
Brady figures, particularly between Brady’s forebearing wife Sara (Florence
Eldridge) and Darrow. And to counteract some of the gentility of Darrow, the
writers allowed their Mencken figure to spout a series of witty and cynical
one-liners that might almost remind one, at moments, of a Americanized Oscar
Wilde. (Hillsboro is described by Hornbeck as “The buckle on the Bible belt,
and his role is, as he puts it, “To afflict the comfortable, and comfort the
afflicted”) In short, the Lawrence and Lee work was an old-fashioned, slightly
creaky well-made play that lasted for a long-running 806 performances after its
1955 Broadway opening.
Kramer, true to his directorial limits,
makes little attempt to open up the play to the cinematic world of time and
space. Although he certainly does bring to the screen a more realistic
depiction of the circus atmosphere that the trial created for its small
Hillsboro, Tennessee town, most of the festivities that surround the event might
have been successfully staged—except perhaps for the long and emphatically
enacted religious parade, where choruses of Christian women stridently march
through streets singing what seems like ninety choruses of “Give Me That Old
Time Religion,” many of them bearing banners denouncing Drummond. In truth the
small southern town, according to many reports, although obviously supporting
the religious values of Brady, were equally welcoming to Darrow and Mencken.
Although he may have been a top-rate film
cutter, Kramer’s major cinematic technique is to set up the camera facing the
action head-on or at a slightly skewed angle that allows more actors into his
frame. And generally the director seems to have nailed together scenes rather
than sequencing them in the processor. Fortunately, once the characters enter
the courtroom, overseen by the seemingly kindly but blinded justice of Judge
Mel Coffey (Harry Morgan), things vastly improve, primarily because of the
great acting abilities—supported by the gentle manipulations of the plot—of
Spencer Tracy and Fredric March. If, in between, we must endure the pious
hosannas and damnations of Claude Atkins and the gee-shucks, head down humilities
of Dick York, the electric sparks fly the moment Tracy and March sweat out
their intellectual match. While Brady may be the better orator, speaking always
in a kind of biblical oratory that sounds right even if it doesn’t make sense,
Drummond, by far, is the better tactician, summing up his opponent to his own
wife: “He would not have made a great president, but he would have been a
wonderful king.” Refused the right to bring in outside scholars who might
support Darwin, refused to be able to quote from Darwin’s book, Drummond makes
it clear that there is only one thinking man in town, the man under arrest. In
real-life, Scopes was never even arrested, but the film, is in fact, is about arrestment, less the arrestment of the
body than of the mind. When Brady, in a friendly moment, ponders “Funny hwow to
people can start at the same place and move apart,” Drummond counters “Maybe
it’s you who have moved away by standing still.” Although the judge insists
that “the right to think is not what is on trial here,” Kramer makes it very
clear that that is precisely at the very center of the issue, that a “grid of
morality” has been placed upon behavior, something made even more evident in
more recent times with the continued demand in schools throughout the country
that if evolution is taught, so too must be Creationism, as if these two
complete contradictory views of the universe were to be given equal credence.
In
a brilliant maneuver, which, in fact, Darrow actually used in the real trial,
Drummond calls Brady to testify about the creation of the universe, wryly
forcing him to insist that the earth was created, as Bishop Usher declared,
“precisely at 9 a.m. on October 23, 4004 B.C.,” thus disavowing the existence
of nearly all of our fossil history and scientific fact, which Drummond has
already posited as “irrefutable as geometry.” If he does not win the
case—Scopes losses and is fined $100—he has won the cause by showing everyone
just what a fool Brady is. Simple questions such as “how long is a day?” as
described in the Bible, become deep traps of intellectual uncertainty, of which
the close-minded Brady reveals, even to the seemingly uneducated citizens of
Hillsboro, he is ignorant. Outraged by the small fine and lack of punishment
for Scopes (in truth, Scopes received no fine, and Bryan had agreed to pay any
fine accessed from the beginning) Brady attempts another blustery speech; but
this time there is no one left to hear him, and outraged he falls into babble,
simply listing the books in the Bible in their order, a school-boy exercise of a
religious upbringing.*
In truth, Bryan died a few days later in
his sleep; on stage and in Kramer’s stage-bound film, he dies in the courtroom
of a ruptured stomach, a simple wrap-up of a more complex life, Drummond
reaching for both the Bible and Darwin’s book, carries them out of the
courtroom as if he can live equally comfortable with opposing philosophies. But
it is Horbeck’s cynicism that, finally seems to win out, as he asks: “How do
write an obituary for man who has been dead for 30 years?” By using the usually
loveable, dance man Kelly in this role, Kramer has shown, perhaps, his real
genius, forcing the audience into a kind of love-hate relationship with this
enigmatic journalist. Yet Drummond, in his ability to see things through an
historical lens, truly wins out: “A giant once lived in that body,” he
proclaims, redeeming, perhaps the fanatical monster we have just witnessed,
and, finally, adding a slightly more complex layering to this historical fable.
*In my childhood we attended a Lutheran
church in rural Iowa, and I recall the older Sunday School-going students
reciting the books of the Bible in just such a manner, the one who could name
them all most quickly winning the ridiculous contents. Even as a child, I
simply could comprehend what madly naming the books of the Bible might mean
about comprehending them or even having read them. My childish mind simply
could not assimilate the value of this empty exercise.
Los Angeles,
March 25, 2014
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