More Harry Piel from Pordenone’s festival of silent film. RIVALEN or RIVALS.
Piel, as stated before, was a maker of sensational adventures, based around stunts, daring escapes, massive explosions and the occasional robot. As cinema’s leading demolitionist he’s a sort of Nazi Fred Dibnah.
The titles preceding the Piel films praise him as a forgotten master of cinema and note that many of his films were lost/destroyed in WWII. They don’t mention his enthusiastic Nazism. If you’re going to have lost films — and I’d rather we didn’t — it’s at least satisfying that they were made by someone who got really into Nazism, and that they were destroyed by Allied bombing. The fact that the filmmaker specialised in explosions is just the ironic icing on the cake — an unnecessary flourish from the hand of fate, but one we can appreciate for its dark humour.
(It seems to have take Piel six years to get de-Nazified, as he made no films between 1945 and ’51. That tells you a lot. Same sort of gap as Veit Harlan who made JEW SUSS. The next stage up from that is Riefenstahl, who never made another film in Germany, and then the next stage up from that is they hang you.)
Like so many of Piel’s films — including the last one I viewed, the Joe Deebs adventure (DAS ROLLENDE HOTEL) — this one deals with inventors and explosives. I finally figured out how to enlarge the tiny subtitles on the Pordenone streamer, so I could follow the plot better. But then more or less chose not to and just enjoyed the pristine images of smartly-dressed men doing elaborate industrial espionage.
We get a mad scientist’s laboratory within the first ten minutes, and the promise of a costume party (“Maskenfest”) to come, so I was immediately at home. And a robot! Piel’s love of robots, before it was popular or fashionable, suggests that Houdini’s THE MASTER MYSTERY was an early influence on him, and given that his given name was Heinrich, the adoption of “Harry” might even be in emulation of the great (Jewish) escapologist and film star.
The big party scene is entered via a Hellmouth, before Moloch’s guest spot in METROPOLIS but after Joe May’s big gob in DIE HERREN DER WELT and of course CABIRIA. So the history of big architectural mouths in silent European cinema just got a bit more involved.
When dancers in spangly devil costumes strut their stuff on a big turntable in the middle of the party, Piel does not think to put the camera on the platform with them. But he does glide his dolly across the dance floor later… and then, ahah! when our protags get on the turntable he spins them with the camera — I was wrong to doubt his visual flair.
Stunts! Harry leaps from one balcony to another, but balcony no.2 collapses, tips him into balcony no.3, which he falls off of, and thence to the ground. Performed in three shots, but each one involves a real stunt and a substantial drop. Fairbanks is doubtless also a formative influence on the young Harry.
The action, by the way, is laid in England, German anglophilia being another irony of fate.
The bad guy, with his round glasses and huge travelling hat, puts me in mind of a young John Ford. Over at Silent London, Pamela Hutchinson, who’s seeing the films in person in Pordenone, wonders if the retractable bridge is meant to represent Tower Bridge, or at any rate a cut-price version thereof. I’m thinking “They CAN’T have been that naive” but some verification is provided by the fact that the bridge control lever is marked with the single word LONDON.
Harry, of course, attempts to vault the bridge in his (commandeered) roadster — and crashes! No idea how they did the stunt — if it’s a model it’s a very big one. The movement of the car seems not quite naturalistic, so maybe a huge model with a car on wires? A second camera angle showing the car settling in the river makes it seem definitely full-scale… Impressive, anyway.
The print, by the way, pristine like new. The weird tinting and toning effect is caused by reflections as I take snapshots off my laptop.
John-Ford-as-villain not only has a private mansion, a lab and a robot, he has his own U-boat. Ian Fleming invented nothing.
The heroine is bland, as usual (looks good in a beret though), but there’s a feisty vamp to make things more interesting.
Harry gets suddenly attacked by enemy henchmen disguised as boulders! My new OBLIGATORY SCENE which every movie is the poorer for lacking. “Put him in the bell,” says Herr Ford, and it now transpires that he has an all-glass diving bell for just this purpose. Be prepared, I always say.
Get out of that!
Of course the diving bell has a slow leak so Harry’s life can be imperilled in a suitably suspenseful manner. An error in subtitling causes Herr Ford to say that Harry will be released “as soon as he agrees to marry me,” a plot wrinkle that would enliven many a melodrama. The nasty but flexible Ford has arranged the marriage with “the pastor of Wighton.”
The trouble with these death-trap infernal devices (I mean the diving bell, not marriage) is they usually require the help of a rescuer. Houdini would have contrived his own escape, but Piel, the piker, must be saved by someone else, which is less dramatically satisfying. But then he can proactively save the heroine from wedlock with the German John Ford.
RIVALEN is the ultimate sensation-film, or nearly. I haven’t even mentioned the proto-Thompson twins. But this is only Part One — the story continues in THE FINAL BATTLE. Which is not streaming from Pordenone, and may not even survive…