The three features discussed here are admittedly more interesting as artifacts rather than straightforward entertainment, while the 30-minute short is either remarkably intellectual or a bunch of hooey. Or both.
THE VALIANT (1929): A young woman named Mary visits a convicted murderer in prison, believing that he is her long-lost brother James. The prisoner denies the accusation but says they served together in the Canadian army during World War I, and assures her James died a hero. Mary leaves just before the prisoner keeps his date with the hot squat, not realizing he really was you know who. And that's all, folks.
Well, not quite all. Everything about The Valiant is a little odd -- it feels like a short expanded to one hour. And for good reason, seeing that it's based on a one-act play. Only in opening it up for the movies, its makers added what amounts to a 30-minute prologue -- the killer's confession to the cops, and his elderly mom and younger sister back home in Ohio gradually being convinced of the killer's real identity. Further mucking up things, The Valiant's corny opening theme music played on a silent movie organ, flowery intertitles setting each scene, and even the actors' make-up make me think it was sitting on the shelf a year before its release. (A 1928 calendar at the police station is a giveaway.)
While The Valiant received
BONUS POINTS: Early on, a stereotypical Irish policeman warns a priest, "You want to watch out for the cop on the next corner. He's not one of us!" Gee, I wonder what that could mean.
MADAM SATAN (1930): If you want to see a musical comedy-drama-romantic farce-aerial spectacle directed by Cecil B. DeMille, you're in luck! But be warned: C.B. doesn't have the touch for satiric, proto-screwball comedy. As for the score, the forgettable songs range from not-so hot jazz to shrill operetta (the latter typical of early movie musicals).
So what's all the hubbub about Madam Satan being a pre-code classic? It all comes down its legendary second half, consisting of a masquerade party aboard a zeppelin tethered to a tower in what appears to be New Jersey. Starting with the bizarre, art deco "Ballet Mechanique", the festivities devolve into women auctioned off to the highest bidder, guests getting sloshed on illegal liquor, and the leading man's wife and sidepiece vying to see which one will eventually go home with him. But this being a DeMille picture, Madam Satan wouldn't be complete without a humdinger of a climax, as the zeppelin breaks loose from its mooring during a violent thunderstorm and gradually falls apart thousands of feet in the air, sending its passengers into a Titanic-style panic.
As for the first half, only the risque bedroom scene featuring stars Kay Johnson, Reginald Denny, Lillian Roth and Roland Young gets laughs, even as it lacks the lightning-fast pacing these things require. If the antics aboard the zeppelin sound interesting, go here, enlarge the screen and fast forward to 51:00. I can honestly say you've never seen anything like it.
BONUS POINTS: Reginald Denny, the philandering husband, played King Boris on two episodes of Batman a year before his death.
FOLLOW THRU (1930): Okay, so maybe a semi-operetta climaxing with an airship disaster is too blase for your tastes. Then you're just the right person for Follow Thru -- the only musical about woman's golf in two-strip Technicolor you'll ever see (or avoid).
Expectant father "Mac" Moore has bought a set of golf clubs for what he hopes will be his son-to-be. When learning his wife has given birth to a daughter, Mac decides the girl will break into the male-dominant sport. Jump cut a couple of decades. Lora Moore (Nancy Carroll) is on her way to becoming a pro golfer. But upon losing a tournament to the snooty Ruth Van Horn (Thelma Todd), Lora is forced to get lessons from instructor Jerry Downes (Charles "Buddy" Rogers). Before you can say "Fore", Lora finds herself competing with every woman at the country club for Jerry's affections. In other words, Follow Thru reneges on its original proto-feminist concept in favor of "a jane isn't complete without a man". Sounds par for the course, but at least Lora gets a mulligan to win Jerry's heart.
Even for this gotta-see-every-early-talkie guy, Follow Thru was a chore, forcing me to focus on its historical "importance". First, I got to see the dishy Thelma Todd in color. Second, it features two supporting actors from its original stage cast, Zelma O'Neil (sort of a young Martha Raye, and that's no compliment) and Jack Haley (the Tin Man in that Oz movie), both of whom are still playing to the back row of a Broadway theater. BUT... Haley's goofy shtick of going into a seizure whenever he's in the company of a pretty woman had me laughing out loud each time, which means no one else will find it funny. Otherwise, Follow Thru never makes it to the majors due to its basic entertainment handicap of a bad script, likely driving contemporary audiences to the 19th hole.
BONUS POINTS: As with many stage-to-screen musicals of the time, Follow Thru features some new songs written for the movie. One of them, "Button Up Your Overcoat", became more popular than one of the original love songs bleated repeatedly throughout the movie.
TRUTH AND ILLUSION: AN INTRODUCTION TO METAPHYSICS (1964): I find that any movie with a title like that to be an invitation to a deep nap. TIL, as we'll refer to it, is an exception. First, it's only a half hour. Second, it appears to have been shot on 16mm Kodacolor film, which makes it resemble a home movie from six decades ago. Third, it was written, produced, filmed, narrated and directed by King Vidor (under the nom-de-film Nicholas Rodiv), acclaimed for legendary movies including The Big Parade, Hallelujah, Our Daily Bread, and The Crowd. On the other hand, he also directed The Fountainhead and Duel in the Sun, which shouldn't stop you from seeking out the others I mentioned.
By the time Vidor made TIL, five years had passed since his final feature Solomon and Sheba. Now 70 years old, perhaps the semi-retired moviemaker had become interested in things greater than movies (as if that even exists). Sounding very much like an aging college professor, Vidor clearly explains to even numbskulls like me the difference between truth and illusion, using the concepts of sunrise and sunrise, and even the very movie you're watching.
By the end of TIL, Vidor will have you questioning everything you've ever read, listened to, or were taught. When he advises, "The world was formed by each one of us in his own mind", you know his former boss Leo B. Mayer wouldn't have known what the hell he was talking about. You tell the guy who championed the wholesome, easy-to-digest Andy Hardy pictures that a guitar doesn't make a sound unless somebody is around to hear it and see what he says. TIL is available on YouTube if you want to go down the metaphysical rabbit hole with the director of Stella Dallas as your guide.
BONUS POINTS: King Vidor was also the uncredited director of the black & white Kansas scenes in The Wizard of Oz, which I nominate as the average child's first metaphysical experience.
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