Oops! Major mistake in my previous post on Feuillade’s 1919 serial BARABBAS: the murdered woman was not a sex worker, but the mistress of a rich American banker, previously introduced, but whom I inexplicably failed to recognize.
Anyway, an innocent man — innocent of this crime, anyway — is now under sentence of death. Now read on.
The recap intertitles in episode two seem to clarify points not fully made in part one, which is either sheer narrative cheek and impudence or a fault in the translation. Strelitz, the head of the underground organisation, is now revealed to be Barabbas himself, whereas I got the impression that this was merely the name of his group. Also, the innocent man bound for Madame Guillotine’s sharp caress is an aristocrat — I did think his country house was rather nice for an ex-con.
At “the registry” they snip off the prisoner’s shirt neck. Any guillotine that could be jammed up by a starched collar is not worthy of the name, in my view, but I suppose this is to stop condemned men from smuggling iron rings under their chemises, deflecting the blade with a mighty SPANG! into the assembled dignitaries, which would never do.
As he heads for the basket, his daughter experiences Griffithian telepathy. (In some examples of Griffith, intercutting is not used solely for suspense, but to imply some kind of preternatural awareness or relationship between incidents at far remove — what Einstein would probably call spooky action at a distance.)
With a kind of restraint that is nonetheless slightly tacky, Feuillade portrays the fatal chopping indirectly, by showing one of his heroes, the noble cheese shop proprietor, peeking over his hat and then fainting away. Comedy relief even in a moment of high tragedy.
And then we cut back to the daughter looking tragic, as if the tone had NOT just been shattered.
The cheese man is one of several heroes meticulously established in part 0 but who have not yet really done anything: there’s the lawyer, a friend of the murder victim who at least TRIED to defend the falsely accused decapitee, and his chum, a journalist. And there’s cheese shop block and his wife and daughter. They’re all concerned about the missing American banker who MAY have been abducted. But now we’ve had two deaths so things are on a more definite dramatic footing.
A message from beyond the grace! The executed man has underlined in pencil certain letters in the prison library’s copy of The Three Musketeers (a suspiciously slim volume: either the text is microscopic or it’s an abridged edition of Dumas’ doorstop). This he gifts to the lawyer, who finally notices the encoded j’accuse. The message tells him to turn up at a Barabbas club meeting, where the password is, naturally, Barabbas. And all doors will be opened…
Our hopes of an EYES WIDE SHUT clusterfuck of enhanced orgiasts are dashed — Barabbas himself even keeps his silk hat on at the planning table.
Barabbas/Strelitz is one Gaston Michel, a Feuillade fave also featured in JUDEX, TIH MIHN, and LES VAMPIRES. A great face! His nose cuts through the shadows like a hunting knife.
A shame his big villain role doesn’t have the iconic status of Fantomas or Irma Vep, though I have no doubt the dude would look magnificent in a catsuit.
As the lawyer is recruited, forcibly, into Barabbas’ cult, Biscotin the cheese shop proprietor is plagued by uneasy dreams — is it the memory of witnessing a decapitation, is it just all that cheese, or is it that Griffithian psychic connection again?
TO BE CONTINUED