Concluding Maurice Tourneur’s THE WHIP — in which things get very exciting.
Having failed to bribe the Whip’s jockey — small in stature, big in integrity — the evil Baron Sartoris now plots to derail the train bringing the horse to the racetrack. A bit extreme.
Unluckily for him, he plots this plot within hearing of Diana (heroine) and Myrtle (jockey sister). Unluckily for them, the overhearing takes place in a wax museum, and they get locked in overnight. Here, Tourneur is repeating himself a bit — FIGURES DE CIRE (1914), which is also in a much-battered-about condition, covers the old “lock me in the chamber of horrors overnight” chestnut.
Possibly due to cuts, Tourneur doesn’t make a great deal out of the horrors, but the overnight imprisonment allows the Baron to proceed with his excessive plan, and allows Tourneur to stage a full-scale derailment. But Lord Brancaster, tipped off by the girls, races to the rescue and gets his nag out of the cattle-car before the costly smash-up.
I get a kind of narrative whiplash at this point, since the train is en route to Saratoga. With it’s cast of lords, barons and hunts, the story has I assumed previously been laid in England, but suddenly this is not so.
Anyway, the horse arrives safely and the Baron is thwarted — but not for long. His new scheme is to have the Whip’s jockey arrested before the race — he has the pistol Harry (Dion Tetheridge — I just like typing it) carelessly left at his apartment, so he can get a crooked private eye to… well, I’m not sure this makes sense. If we’re in America, guns are legal, and can private detectives make arrests? But there might be a way to make this work. Oh yes — the charge is threatening the Baron’s life, and the gun is evidence towards this, although on the face of it, slightly flimsy evidence.
Remember, the Whip is a very persnickety steed — the only people he can stand are his jockey and Diana, so the former’s arrest would seem to doom Brancaster and ensure the Baron’s triumph — unless we’re all forgetting something.
This time the Baron’s plan comes off without a hitch. It’s by now been made clear that Kelly, the fat bloke to whom the Baron is somehow indebted, has bet against the Whip, and Lord Brancaster has bet everything he has on him. The literal stakes are high.
All seems lost — when, at the last moment, the Whip joins the race with a mystery rider in the saddle. Tourneur pulls out all the stops for the big finish, including a couple he might have done better to leave in. His travelling shots are superb, presumably taken from a flivver racing ahead of the horses, but he also quick-cuts in a somewhat incoherent manner to build up spurious “energy” and “excitement,” like a proto-Greengrass in jodhpurs.
The difficulty is perhaps that Tourneur is forced to intercut his dynamic moving-camera race shots with undramatic material — wides of the track and the stand, and medium shots of anxious onlookers. What’s needed is fast-cut closeups of the various interested parties urging their respective nags on, but evidently Tourneur, so far ahead of his time in most respects, hasn’t got quite that far. He does show the horses thundering (silently) up to and past low camera positions, but doesn’t have the other half of that idea, the reverse angle showing the same chargers hurtling off into the distance.
Diana — for she is the mystery horsewoman — wins the race and receives the cup. Presumably a happy ending with Lord Brancaster is taken as read, because the film then cuts to locomotive arcing off into or at least past the sunset, and the film abruptly finishes/runs out. Lady D’Aquila’s forged marriage certificate has presumably been exposed by Lord B’s private investigators (a single phone call ought to do it) and his reputation as a whole has presumably been disbesmirched, and he can now presumably wed Diana as soon as she’s out of her jockey drag, if not sooner, and, even presumablier, Baron Sartoris has been ruined or at least annoyed, but the film as it survives doesn’t bother to show any of this. I suspect in the lost director’s cut every one of these “i”s would be dotted, the “t”s crossed, and maybe even the “f”s as well. If you have any of M. Tourneur’s lost lettering mouldering in your attic, please report it to your nearest alphabet archive.
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