Archive for Albin Grau

Dispelling the Shadows

Posted in FILM, literature, Mythology, Politics with tags , , , , , , , on December 20, 2013 by dcairns

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As part of something called “symposium” — in which students at Edinburgh College of Art’s School of Visual Communications are shuffled together, first and second year, and students of Film, Animation, Graphic Design, Illustration, Performance Costume, Interior Design and Product Design — I had to give a ten-minute talk on “light.”

This involved talking to the biggest assemblage of students I’d ever faced. It wasn’t that I was intimidated, so much, as slightly overwhelmed. By the barrage of scent. As the students filed into the main lecture theatre, the predominance of young women who study art had an olfactory impact. The ladies of Film & Television don’t perfume to such a dizzying extent. It was like walking into Lush. A kind of claustrophobia of the nose set in. It was like drowning under waves of pong.

“Ah, the lovelies,” said my boss, Emma, when I mentioned this. “We don’t tend to get them in Film & TV.” Lest that be thought a slur, I should clarify that while the balance of sexes in the department swings erratically from male to female and back, the girls don’t tend to be of the very girly sort that you might get in the more arts-and-crafts areas of study.

Anyway, mainly what I discovered that day was that a ten minute talk is harder than a two-hour talk, and you’d better have an ending prepared. My subject was “light,” as I mentioned, and so I chose NOSFERATU as my subject.

To begin with, I remarked upon the odd fact that produced Albin Grau had set up his company, Prana Film, to make “spiritual movies.” Grau (like Murnau) was really into astrology and magic and so on. Still, a vampire movie would seem a strange project for such a seemingly idealistic enterprise (unless you’re a born-again who considers all other spiritual beliefs to be Satanic in origin).

My half-arsed theory is that Grau and Murnau wanted to coalesce an evil force into filmic form — and then exorcise it.

Graf Orlok, the vampire who isn’t Dracula for copyright reasons, played by Max Schreck, is identified from the first with shadows.

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The coachman, who is Schreck/Orlok/Dracula, takes the doofus hero, the enthusiastic Gustav Von Wangeheim, for a ride through a strip of negative. During this sequence, Murnau substitutes the black horse and carriage for white ones, so they will look the same when all the toher tones are reversed. The carriage also moves as if photographed at about 8fps. The tricks of cinema are deployed in a forceful, weird and obvious way around this character. Also, Orlok’s castle is separated from reality by a strange interstitial hyperspace of negative footage, as if it were not part of the same movie, but an invading force from beyond celluloid. The negative comes before the printed film. And before the negative? Reality.

At other times, Orlok shows an affinity with cinema — he passes through a closed door by means of a dissolve, and later opens the doors by a series of jump cuts. Unlike every other character in the film, Orlok seems able to influence people appearing in different scenes from himself, via parallel montage. It’s suggested that perhaps Wangenheim is psychically connected to his fiancée Greta Schroeder, but this only reveals itself when Orlok is advancing upon him to drain his juices.

While the mythic vampire casts no shadow, Orlok casts a giant one — he is often represented solely by his shadow. And by the film’s climax, his shadow virtually supplants him. In climbs the stair to Schroeder’s room, and it is his shadow’s hand that reaches for the doorknob — his shadow apparently opens the door! And then his shadow reaches for Schroeder’s bosom, and clenches into a fist — the suggestion is that he has somehow seized hold of her heart within her rib cage, as if this shadow-hand were simultaneously intangible enough to pass through flesh, and corporeal enough to grab ahold. Of course the action is photographed to suggest he might also be clasping her breast, but I think her reaction leans more to a cardiac seizure (the word is oddly appropriate here).

And finally, being a creature of shadow, Orlok is destroyed by light. In this major departure from the source novel, screenwriter Henrik Galeen sidelines the buffoonish Wangenheim completely (to, I think, everyone’s relief) and uses the Van Helsing character, Professor Bulwer (John Gottowt), only as an excuse to get him out the way. The vampire is defeated by Schroeder, who has lured him to stay out after cock-crow. Also unlike the book, she apparently sacrifices herself for the greater good.

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(Note the silhouette on the wall — note also Bulwer’s ominous gaze outwards, into the audience.)

But what happens to those who perish at the hands of the vampire? Why, they become vampires too. And it is this unfortunate loophole in Galeen’s scenario that I’m afraid has caused the spell crafted by Grau — drawing evil into the film’s substance, embodying it in a character personified as shadow, and destroying him with light — a plan to purge evil from the world and to cleanse the medium of cinema of its darkest impulses — ultimately to fail. For fail it clearly did. Look at the world. Look at cinema.

The Sunday Nontertitle: Three Finger Salute

Posted in FILM with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 27, 2011 by dcairns

So, according to my calendar, one week after the vernal equinox announced the coming of Spring, we have the start of British Summertime (a contradiction in terms if I ever heard one). I never knew Spring was only a week long, but now that I do, it kind of makes sense.

To celebrate a Summer that isn’t a Summer, we have an intertitle that isn’t an intertitle. For Arthur Robison’s WARNING SHADOWS is title-free, apart from the opening credits. Above, we see how they signify the start of Act III. Now, a silent without intertitles is like a day without sunshine to me — even THE LAST LAUGH has one. But, on the other hand, the fewer the titles, the more effective the cinematic storytelling — or the simpler the story.

An overwrought Fritz Kortner smashes his mirror, an action Robison liked so much he gave it to Anton Walbrook in THE STUDENT OF PRAGUE — who repeated it in THE RED SHOES..

WARNING SHADOWS actually has a rather sophisticated narrative, disguised as a straightforward one. The “nocturnal hallucination” structure goes well beyond the usual “it-was-all-a-dream” bookends in terms of ambiguity, resonance and meta-narrative allusiveness. The sinister shadow-puppeteer, at once Hoffmannesque and reminiscent of the creepy cobbler in THE RED SHOES, is an obvious stand-in for the filmmaker himself, presenting a cautionary fable with such artistry that we all mistake it for reality.

The film is subtitled “A NOCTURNAL HALLUCINATION” — and they don’t mean this bit!

Robison seems an interesting guy — an American who became an archetypal German expressionist filmmaker, with both this and the sound version of THE STUDENT OF PRAGUE starring Anton Walbrook. Also a British version of THE INFORMER with Lars Hanson an unlikely Irishman. Further study is warranted. Here, he has the services of designer Albin Grau and cinematographer Fritz Arno Wagner, both from NOSFERATU.

In WARNING SHADOWS, a tousled Fritz Kortner is tormented by homicidal jealousy regarding his wife, with her Grecian costume and strange, funnel-shaped hairdo. The arrival of a grimacing shadow-puppeteer leads to an extended revenge phantasie, making this the German expressionist version of UNFAITHFULLY YOURS (itself a screwball Othello). Fritz Rasp (the newly-restored Thin Man of METROPOLIS) plays a snide footman, his centre-parting extending right down to the back of his neck, a striking look in a film marked by tonsorial eccentricity from the off.

We also get Rudolph Klein-Rogge, and Alexander Granach (Knock, the Renfield character from NOSFER) is “the Shadowplayer” — a unique performance attained mainly by thrusting his arse out in an insolent fashion. I may have to make him my avatar.

The cast is frozen in time in this Last Supper pose/composition, so that Granach can project an instructive shadowplay inside their dreaming minds — a metaphor for the cinema itself?

Verdict: grotesque beauty. Not a horror movie, really, so Denis Gifford’s featuring two stills from it in his Pictorial History of Horror Movies is sheer perversity, of the kind we love him for. This may have been the last GOOD film in his book left for me to see…

Buy Kino’s DVD and rescue me from penury: Warning Shadows – A Nocturnal Hallucination