Out 1 (Noli Me Tangere): Episodes 5-8 (1971)

Out 1

This is the second of a two-part review. Episodes 1-4 are reviewed here.

Note: Last night I watched the final two episodes of Out 1, oblivious to the fact that Jacques Rivette had just died, aged 87. Dave Kehr’s obituary in the New York Times gives a strong overview of his life and career. Rivette’s last film was the serene and contemplative Around a Small Mountain (2009), a fitting epilogue to his work and highly recommended.

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The trouble with writing a review when you’re only halfway through the movie should be obvious. Jacques Rivette’s Out 1 is 12 hours and 55 minutes long in its “Noli Me Tangere” cut, and its eight episodes are each as long as a feature length film, so I cut this review in half, and my previous entry gave immediate, in the moment impressions, like postcards posted during travels in foreign locales. Yet it’s still one big film – a “game of great patience,” as a card game within the film, “Thirteens,” is described. Upon commencing the Fifth Episode, I began revising my impressions at once. Slowly I began to understand concepts which were still vague to me in the first several hours. A single line of dialogue might open wide an idea that I’d been neglecting, but which was clearly on the minds of the actors and director. Meanwhile, story threads seem to come together – this, from a film which spends its first half making the viewer wonder if there is even a story, teasing narrative like a dominatrix. (You think there’s a conspiracy of the Thirteen alive in 1970’s Paris? You’re furiously jotting notes on which characters are connected? Very well, here is another twenty minutes of theater improv exercises followed by a rigorous analysis of those exercises.) The Sixth and Seventh Episodes perhaps represent the height of Out 1‘s story. But then Episode Eight begins to withdraw the love and attention before pressing the viewer’s face to the floor beneath its high-heeled leather boot. It’s an enigma to the end. In fact, it’s very much like those improv exercises you’ve been watching. After the ending credits, you half expect Michael Lonsdale to step in front of the camera one final time to offer notes on where the actors were in perfect harmony and where everything fell apart. Rivette doesn’t mind his sprawling film being a little messy; in fact, he prefers it. This wasn’t a scripted film, after all, but one that was sketched, giving the actors free reign to explore Rivette’s ideas and to bring plenty of their own.

"Fifth Episode: From Colin to Pauline": a production of "Seven Against Thebes" becomes "Seven Against Paris" as the troupe attempts to catch a thief who's somewhere in the city streets.

“Fifth Episode: From Colin to Pauline”: a production of “Seven Against Thebes” becomes “Seven Against Paris” as the troupe attempts to catch a thief who’s somewhere in the city streets.

But for just a bit let’s talk about plot anyhow – because there is one, just as there is a network of connected or rhyming themes that tug the viewer along. Granted, much of the plot is absurd, gestures at film noir with big fat quotation marks to either side. (Yes, this is definitely a film of the French New Wave.) When last we left Jean-Pierre Léaud’s Colin, he was struggling to decipher coded messages left to him, pulling out references to Lewis Carroll’s The Hunting of the Snark and, most importantly, Balzac’s 1833-1835 novel History of the Thirteen, a book which is ostensibly about an occult-like conspiracy of thirteen men who control Paris. (I say “ostensibly” because, if you’ve read the book, you know it’s like a concept album that doesn’t sustain its concept past the first two tracks. Earlier in Out 1, Éric Rohmer says as much…) He finally has his breakthrough when he realizes that the final letters of each line in a passage spells, acrostically and backwards, W-A-R-O-K, the name of a well known professor, whom he immediately goes to visit. Warok (Jean Bouise, Z) earlier received a visit from the other questing free agent, Frédérique (Juliet Berto, Celine and Julie Go Boating). Frédérique, having stolen letters between members of the Thirteen in the Fourth Episode, is now trying to sell them for a profit. Her attempt to blackmail one of the women in the letters, Lucie De Graff (Françoise Fabian, Belle de Jour), goes badly on the rooftop of the Moulin-Rouge, although she is received with greater interest from Pauline (Bulle Ogier, also of Rivette’s Celine and Julie Go Boating), the owner of the psychedelic boutique L’Angle du Hasard and the object of Colin’s crush. Pauline – whose real(?) name, we will soon learn, is Émilie – is worried that the leader of the Thirteen, an architect named Pierre, has done something sinister to another member, Igor, who may or may not be in Mexico, and may or may not be alive. In the stolen letters Pauline-Émilie sees further evidence of Pierre’s villainy, and in revenge plots to bring evidence of Pierre’s fraudulent architectural dealings to the press, exposing and ruining him. Her scheme comes to the attention of members of the Thirteen who side with Pierre: Thomas (Lonsdale), Sarah (Bernadette Lafont, A Very Curious Girl), and Etienne (Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, The Crook). Together they decide to put a stop to Émilie as well as her sympathetic friend Lili (Michèle Moretti, L’amour fou), who is in hiding at a sprawling beachside manor called the “Obade.” This was once the gathering place of the Thirteen.

"Seventh Episode: From Émilie to Lucie": Thomas (Michael Lonsdale), Lucie (Françoise Fabian), and Etienne (Jacques Doniol-Valcroze) discuss Émilie's scheme.

“Seventh Episode: From Émilie to Lucie”: Thomas (Michael Lonsdale), Lucie (Françoise Fabian), and Etienne (Jacques Doniol-Valcroze) discuss Émilie’s scheme.

And, by this point, the viewer knows there really is a Thirteen – it’s not just the imaginings of the infantile Colin and Frédérique. Or, rather, there was a Thirteen – two years ago. Rivette toys with the ambiguity of the Thirteen’s existence even after confirming the conspiracy theory. It seems that the Thirteen was an idea based upon Balzac’s novel, conceived largely by Pierre, a man of great imagination and “lack of seriousness.” “He’s always believed in the ideal city,” Lucie says. Which implies Pierre wanted to use a Thirteen-like society to reinvent Paris. The events in France of May 1968 hover like a flame over Out 1: indeed, the Thirteen was just another facet of that failed revolution. Shortly after being founded, the 1968 Thirteen dissolved and went their separate ways, now limited to occasional correspondence or chance meetings. Lili and Thomas worked on their separate theater companies, just as they now are both attempting separate Aeschylus plays. As Thomas tells Lili toward the end of the film, he decided to do everything in opposition to her; while her rehearsals for Seven Against Thebes have been carefully composed, each actor required to match their movements to percussion played on a tape recorder, Thomas’s group explores improvisation to the extent of losing the original concept of Prometheus Bound. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Thomas muses at one point, “but Prometheus has gradually disappeared.” When Colin finally discovers Thomas’s theater and, posing as a reporter, asks him questions not about the play but about History of the Thirteen, Thomas keeps asking him what this has to do with Prometheus. He becomes disturbed not just by Colin’s invasion of their secret society, but of that question – what does Prometheus have to do with the Thirteen? He asks that of another member of the group, almost obsessed with the idea. I may have one answer for him. While paging through the Balzac book for this review, I came upon the Bibliography which mentions a 1965 biography by André Maurois, Prometheus: the Life of Balzac. No doubt Rivette had it on his bookshelf. Prometheus, Balzac, and May 1968 are thrown into a soup, ingredients for Out 1‘s extended improvisation. Frequently inspired connections do arise, although the sprawling, stubborn film refuses to coalesce into a whole for more than fleeting moments.

Frédérique (Juliet Berto) enjoys a moment in the park with her new lover, Renaud, in the Seventh Episode.

Frédérique (Juliet Berto) enjoys a moment in the park with her new lover, Renaud, in the Seventh Episode.

Rivette’s work frequently expressed a love of live theater in general, and experimental theater in particular. He enjoyed erasing the boundaries between the audience and the players, engaging or assaulting the audience, like Antonin Artaud’s Theater of Cruelty – as Rivette expert Jonathan Rosenbaum points out in his essay accompanying the new Blu-Ray of Out 1 – or like the later Panic movement of Alejandro Jodorowsky, Fernando Arrabal, and Roland Topor (though Rivette never embraced the grotesque). Many of his films are determined to remove that divide between the stage and the theater seats, notably his underrated Love on the Ground (1984), a surreal comedy about a theater group that performs only in homes and apartments. In Out 1, there are many delightful moments when the actors are let loose among the real-life citizens of Paris – particularly when Lili’s group, having given up on its production, set out to find the thief, Renaud (Alain Libolt, Army of Shadows), who stole a million francs from Quentin (Pierre Baillot, Mr. Freedom). Seven Against Thebes becomes Seven Against Paris, the play moved into the broader stage of Paris, as the seven actors divide a city map among themselves using a black marker. (The divided map recalls the title of Rivette’s first film, Paris Belongs to Us. It also echoes the Paris-as-board-game scheme of his 1981 film Le Pont du Nord, which also features a marked-up map.) As the actors ask Parisians, “Have you seen this man?” – holding up a picture of Renaud – the passers-by smile shyly or duck to avoid them, occasionally glancing at the camera. As so often in Out 1, the film becomes a documentary about itself. Léaud, with his harmonica, even more aggressively interacts with real people, playing his toneless music loudly in their faces as he peddles for money. In one episode, as he recites the coded message over and over as a mantra, he acquires a following of small children fascinated by his behavior. I doubt Rivette or Léaud planned that, but it’s one of the many moments that make Out 1 feel so alive, risky, the high-wire act of improvisation.

Quentin (Pierre Baillot) tracks the man who stole his money.

Quentin (Pierre Baillot) tracks the man who stole his money.

Colin isn’t just hunting the Thirteen, he’s hunting Lewis Carroll’s Snark. The fantastic may indeed exist in this world, the magical pulled out slowly, emerging in the final episodes. In a David Lynch moment, Sarah begins to give Colin instructions in dialogue that Rivette runs backwards. It’s suggested on multiple occasions that the Thirteen have magical powers, and we see potential evidence, if you’re willing to believe. Outside the shop, Pauline-Émilie apparently casts a spell on Colin, forming a magical barrier which he cannot cross, allowing her to safely depart while he pushes up against the wall in a mime act. An almost existentially terrifying scene, in the manner of Ingmar Bergman, occurs in a bedroom at the Obade: Sarah summons a psychic assault upon Pauline-Émilie, staring at her, asking the same questions over and over, while her victim tries feebly to resist. As for Lewis Carroll, an explicit reference can be found in the film’s many mirrors (another of Rivette’s pet motifs). In the most startling shot in the film, Pauline-Émilie enters a room in the Obade where, it’s been speculated, Igor might be hiding out. She’s afraid of the room, afraid of Igor (or his ghost?), even though she’s trying to avenge his theorized death. But inside she only finds a table, a window looking out upon the blue sea, a bust, and two mirrors facing each other. As she glances into the mirror, she sees a Looking-Glass portal receding into infinity. But then she moves in front of it, and we see Pauline facing herself – or Pauline facing Émilie, perhaps, since with an alias she’s already granted herself her own double. We might be reminded of the mirror games played as acting exercises a couple of times in Out 1 – only in this case she is not staring down a fellow actor, but herself. (As Rosenbaum points out, the title of the Sixth Episode is “From Pauline to Émilie,” the only example of an episode title referring to two versions of the same character.) Often in Rivette’s films he paired female doubles, most famously with Celine and Julie, and the fact that Pauline is her own double makes for a fascinating riddle in a lengthy film that’s full of them. This image, of Pauline-Émilie alone with a repeating loop of her selves in the mirror, reminds me of Rosenbaum’s incisive observation of the film’s interest in solitude vs. groups: “Virtually all of Out 1 can be read as a meditation on the dialectic between various collective endeavors (theater rehearsals, conspiracies, diverse counter-cultural activities, manifestos) and activities and situations growing out of solitude and alienation (puzzle solving, scheming, plot spinning, ultimately madness) – the options, to some extent, of the French left during the late 1960’s.”

The "outside" in Out 1 - Colin (Jean-Pierre Leaud) is isolated even when he tries to join with others - the Thirteen, or at least his love Pauline/Émilie (Bulle Ogier, smoking in the next room).

The “outside” in Out 1 – Colin (Jean-Pierre Leaud) is isolated even when he tries to join with others – the Thirteen, or at least his love Pauline/Émilie (Bulle Ogier, smoking in the next room).

In the Eighth Episode, “From Lucie to Marie,” we begin to see the collectives fall apart as characters become isolated, either to revert to a previous state or to be destroyed. In the case of Colin, his efforts to join with his love Pauline-Émilie are rebuffed, which she comes to regret in the hostile isolation of the Obade (one of Rivette’s many haunted houses, and one that seems to embody isolation within a group – people come to gather there, but no one seems to find comfort). She realizes she misses him, and the film leaves her with her regret, the two would-be lovers still separated. As for Frédérique, she finds a lover in the thief Renaud, but when he says he’s given the stolen money to a secret society called “The Companions of Duty” (which comes from The History of the Thirteen), she believes they are a more sinister sect called the “Devourers” (ditto). She dons a mask like a character from an old French serial and ends up getting accidentally shot by Renaud – one of the few moments of physical violence in Out 1, and the only killing, though her blood is stage blood, as deliberately phony as anything in one of Jean Rollin’s early 70’s vampire films (which also paid tribute to serials). But Rivette affords more tragedy to the fate of Thomas, who has become, in Pierre’s absence, the one most devoted to protecting the idea of the Thirteen and the most manipulative of the film’s many characters. As Pauline-Émilie and Lili tell each other, he is a “Mephisto,” given to mesmerize others – appropriate for the one commanding the rituals of the theater exercises. But the final images of Out 1 see Thomas broken upon a beach, abandoned by the last of his followers, the dream of the Thirteen dead. Perhaps appropriately, Out 1, in its final cut, comes to a close just five minutes short of what would have been a schematically perfect thirteen hours. It’s like the 1968 Thirteen, almost formed, but not quite, the dream dying along with the Parisian ’68 revolution. In the Seventh Episode, Warok tells Colin that the Thirteen is just a joke. “A joke?” Colin says in wonder. “But in that case the entire magical, mysterious world in which I move would be shattered in a moment.” He concludes: “And that’s not possible.” The bubble does finally burst, and Colin turns his back on the idea of the Thirteen, returning to peddle at cafés with his harmonica in his teeth – but before that fall it’s Rivette’s extraordinary feat of illusion, sustained for twelve hours and fifty-five minutes.

Out 1

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Out 1 (Noli Me Tangere): Episodes 1-4 (1971)

Out 1

What if a film stretched as far as the eye can see? What if a film existed outside all the traditional concepts of film? In the late 60’s and early 70’s, ideas like these were on the mind of Jacques Rivette, the writer and director credited with kicking off the French New Wave with his film Paris Belongs to Us (begun, but not completed, before the first films from the Cahiers du cinéma crowd). His third film, L’amour fou (1969), broke dramatically with his earlier work, a four-hour experiment about an experimental theater group. Working with many of the same improvisational actors, he decided to make an improvisational film which would be as long as it needed to be. A film without a beginning or an end. A film that unfolded with the rhythms of real life. That became Noli Me Tangere (“Touch Me Not”), but what has more widely been called Out 1 (1971). Over the decades, the film has become a legend among cinephiles, although for most of that time span very few had actually seen it. In its final cut – which wasn’t completed by Rivette until 1990 – it is 12 hours and 55 minutes long. Shot on 16mm film, often with handheld cameras, it is almost completely improvised, the actors working within a structured and rigidly diagrammed script. But those actors were free to modify their characters as they saw fit. Rivette would go with it. The other actors would go with it. It was the spring of 1970, and Paris seemed full of possibilities – as did cinema.

"First Episode: From Lili to Thomas": An experimental theater troupe tests ideas for "Prometheus Bound."

“First Episode: From Lili to Thomas”: An experimental theater troupe tests ideas for “Prometheus Bound.”

A rough cut of Out 1 was completed a year after the shooting – 12 hours, 40 minutes – and screened October 9th and 10th, 1971, at the Maison de la Culture in La Havre. This cut was rejected for broadcast on state-run French television. Rivette set to work editing a shorter version, and this cut, at a relatively brisk 4 hours and 15 minutes, became known as Out 1: Spectre. It was broadcast on German television over two nights in 1972; in 1974, the Spectre cut received a theatrical release in France. But the full-length version remained locked away until 1990, when Rivette revisited the material and edited a slightly longer version, which played in a handful of special events before being broadcast on French and German television in eight “episodes” (and thus allowing for the circulation of bootlegs for years afterward). At last, in 2013, both the Spectre and the complete Noli Me Tangere cuts of Out 1 were released on DVD in Germany, and, following a 2K restoration, it received a short art house run before its brand new debut on a lavish Blu-Ray/DVD set released this month. I’m not done watching it yet. This review will cover the first four episodes, each of which is feature length (that is, “feature length” for anyone who’s not Jacques Rivette). It’s tempting to say that viewing “Out 1” in episode format is perfectly suited to the modern Netflix era of binge watching. That would be wrong. Even in eight parts, Out 1 is clearly one long film, almost arbitrarily divided. It bears little similarity to a TV series, not even the most serialized ones like Jessica Jones or Breaking Bad. Furthermore, the fact that each episode averages 90-100 minutes means that you’ll want to take a quick jog outside if you are consuming more than one episode at a time. The experience of Out 1 begs for a different term than “binge watching.” It is not serialized entertainment. It’s experimental. It’s prickly. It requires depths of patience. And, if you’re willing to indulge, it’s a labyrinth that can easily consume you. My hat’s off to those who take in the whole thing over two nights, as the original viewers did; or, even more daring, all in one day. I had a similar experience once watching all of Béla Tarr’s 450-minute Sátántango (1994) in a dark theater with some other brave cinemanauts. I’d imagine you’d begin to lose all sense of the outside world, as I did that day, and your world would become Rivette’s. Which isn’t a bad thing.

"Second Episode: From Thomas to Frédérique": Jean-Pierre Léaud attempts to decode a pair of secret messages.

“Second Episode: From Thomas to Frédérique”: Jean-Pierre Léaud attempts to decode a pair of secret messages.

For an epic, Out 1 takes place within a very contained landscape, the Paris of 1970. The aspect ratio is a square-ish 1.37:1, and the 16mm is grainy. This isn’t David Lean. In fact, much of the first episode, “From Lili to Thomas,” takes place within the confines of empty studios where two separate acting troupes prepare for performances of plays by Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound and Seven Against Thebes. Rivette lets the camera observe as they rehearse and indulge in exercises to dig deeper into their performances, the plays’ themes, and themselves. He pushes in close as the exercises become intense, primal. He frees them of context; we don’t see them discuss what they’re about to do, which means their behavior begins with the bizarre and progresses from there. Memorably, an attempt to dig into the soul of Prometheus Bound – the story of the titan who gave fire (and knowledge) to man, and was punished for his betrayal of the gods – begins to resemble the “Dawn of Man” sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), albeit with a surfeit of props and no makeup. Editing during these scenes is minimal, the takes long, which emphasizes immersion. The approach is that of a documentary, and gradually we begin to realize that narrative is of less importance than observing the techniques of the exercise. When the actors are finished with their performance – some laughing, some merely exhausted – they dive into analysis, and we stay with them, picking apart their performances alongside them. And from the margins creep additional characters with their own stories. There is a woman, Frédérique (Juliet Berto, of Rivette’s classic Celine and Julie Go Boating), who lurks in cafés and restaurants, flitting from one character to another whom we begin to see are marks – she’s out for cash, telling stories that we eventually realize are lies. She carries a gun in her purse. (As Godard said, “All you need is a girl and a gun.”) Then there is a deaf-mute, who will eventually be credited (in the fourth episode) as Colin. He’s played by Jean-Pierre Léaud, an iconic actor of the Nouvelle Vague (his credits include The 400 Blows, Masculin Féminin, and Stolen Kisses). At first he’s seen accosting dining gentlemen with harsh blasts from his harmonica, holding out his hand for cash. Then we see him stamping envelopes which he’s stuffed with torn-out pages from paperbacks. In the Second Episode, “From Thomas to Frédérique,” it’s revealed that he’s on a quest, having received coded messages from mysterious passers-by. He pins the two missives to a chalkboard and begins to pull references from the words. “Snark” is a reference to Lewis Carroll, so he writes “Carroll” on the board. Constant references to “thirteen” send him to a pile of books in the corner, where he retrieves Honoré de Balzac’s History of the Thirteen. The stories in the book are loosely assembled around the concept of a secret society of “The Thirteen.” Colin begins to think the Thirteen are still active in modern-day Paris.

"Third Episode: From Frédérique to Sarah": Juliet Berto as Frédérique.

“Third Episode: From Frédérique to Sarah”: Juliet Berto as Frédérique.

Colin’s paranoia is infectious, and – as the hours pass – the viewer is encouraged to look for signs of this secret society. Could the Thirteen be the actors? (You start to count them…) Could the ominously dropped names of “Georges” and “Igor” and “Pierre” be part of the secret society? At the beginning of the Third Episode, “From Frédérique to Sarah,” Colin goes to consult a professor – played by director Éric Rohmer (Chloe in the Afternoon) – who explains everything he knows about Balzac and the Thirteen, hinting at the occult, mentioning that Balzac’s father was a Freemason, discussing the Carbonari in Italy, etc. He shows Colin a book called The Seamy Side of History. Colin tries to use Balzac as a roadmap, and comes to a shop called L’angle du hasard (“The Angle of Chance”), occupied by political radicals debating whether they should start a periodical. And we learn that Colin isn’t a deaf-mute after all, as he calls his father and uses his connections to get a press pass – all so he can infiltrate the group in the shop in hope that they can lead him to the Thirteen. Meanwhile, Frédérique continues to beg, borrow, and steal wherever she can – in her spare time playing with her gun, a pair of knives, and a harlequin doll (while she sings a song about the character archetypes of the Commedia dell’arte). In the Fourth Episode, “From Sarah to Colin,” she steals some letters and discovers a potential lead to – the Thirteen. Another storyline follows a potential member of the Thirteen, a member of the Prometheus Bound acting company, Thomas (Michael Lonsdale, Moonraker, The Phantom of Liberty). He recruits an old friend/lover named Sarah to help with their production. When she agrees to join, the acting troupes total thirteen. Following these passages, you begin to feel a bit like Leaud, wandering the streets at sharp angles, reading and memorizing his texts, intense and absurd. That’s what it’s like to be waist-deep in the waters of Jacques Rivette.

Up Next: we drown together.

Out 1

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Baby Face (1933)

Baby Face

This is a proud part of the Remembering Barbara Stanwyck Blogathon (January 19-20, 2016), hosted by In the Good Old Days of Classic Hollywood and marking the anniversary of Stanwyck’s death on January 20, 1990.

The notorious Pre-Code melodrama Baby Face (1933) is an exploitation film about exploitation. The main character, the suggestively named Lily Powers (Barbara Stanwyck), must learn how to exploit herself – that is, her sexual allure – to manipulate men for her own gain: the only way to make it in a man’s world, the film implies. In a key scene early in the film, Lily, impoverished and working in her father’s sleazy speakeasy, has a conversation about Nietzsche with a German cobbler, Mr. Cragg (Alphonse Ethier, Mad Love). “A woman, young, beautiful like you, can get anything she wants in the world, because you have power over men. But you must use men, not let them use you. You must be a master, not a slave.” It’s like a perversion of the origin scene in a modern superhero film – with great power comes great irresponsibility. Though Ms. Powers is not particularly interested in reading the thick volume on the German philosopher that Mr. Cragg presses into her hands, she listens to him, smokes, considers, and then says, “…Yeah.” A hero is born. Mind you, at this point in the film it seems like the most sensible advice in the world. In the rowdy speakeasy she’s constantly groped and leered at. Her father, eager to make good with a local politician who might offer his establishment some protection, agrees to clear everyone out so the man can molest Lily without interference. Lily answers his hand touching her leg by spilling hot coffee over it: “Oh excuse me, my hand shakes so when I’m around you.” When he squeezes her waist and breasts from behind, she breaks a bottle over his head, sending him sprawling. Then she enjoys her drink undisturbed. For Lily, it’s just another ordinary night.

Lily Powers (Barbara Stanwyck) demonstrates how best to repel the advances of a sleazy politician.

Lily Powers (Barbara Stanwyck) demonstrates how best to repel the advances of a sleazy politician.

It’s difficult to imagine any other actress playing Lily Powers. Stanwyck, 26 years old and already gaining notice for her beauty and wit in films like Night Nurse (1931), Forbidden (1932), and Shopworn (1932), slips with ease into the role of someone who has been used for so long that nothing fazes her. When Cragg says, “You have power,” she responds sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m a ball of fire, I am.” But, of course, Stanwyck was making her name as a ball of fire. The screen smolders. She struts around braless but surrounds herself with a thick armor of sardonic humor, streetwise wits, and pragmatism. “Have you had any experience?” she’s asked during a job interview. She gives the man a look, then answers, “Plenty.” The look says, What do you think, bozo? The look says, You don’t have the guts to ask me what I mean by that, do you? The look says, I’m going to bluff my way through this without telling a single lie, just for the fun of it. It’s always eye-opening to witness the sexual bluntness of Baby Face and other choice movies made before the enforcement of the Production Code. (The film is available on the first volume of Warner’s Forbidden Hollywood Collection of Pre-Code films. The ninth installment in the series was released last October.) The most shocking scene in Baby Face – one of many restored in 2004 from a newly discovered uncut print – takes place in a dimly lit boxcar. Lily has smuggled herself aboard a train bound for New York City with a fellow refugee from the speakeasy, her black companion Chico (Theresa Harris, I Walked With a Zombie). When a train inspector discovers them, Lily decides to pay for their passage with her body. Chico, realizing what’s about to go down, sings the blues with an amused smile on her face and strides toward the opposite end of the car. We see the inspector’s filthy gloves dropping to the floor, and then his hand reaching to extinguish the lantern. It’s a reminder of just how gritty and adult (in the true meaning of the term) the Golden Age of Hollywood could be; it was only the Code which shaved down the edges.

Seduction of a train inspector - one of the blunt scenes that censors demanded be cut from the wider theatrical release.

Seduction of a train inspector – one of the blunt scenes that censors demanded be cut from the wider theatrical release.

To refresh your memory, this is that movie where Stanwyck applies for a job and literally sleeps her way to the top. For a short while, the film practically becomes a sex romp. Standing on the sidewalk before the towering monolith of the Gotham Trust Company, Lily tells Chico, “Boy, I bet there’s plenty of dough in this shack.” She sets out by seducing the recruiter in the Personnel Department – with his boss away at lunch, they use the empty office for their liaison. Then it’s up to the Filing Department, then the Mortgage Department, then Accounting. With each sexual conquest that allows her to climb the ladder, we fade back to an exterior shot of the skyscraper, and the camera pans upward by several foors, closing in on another office window. “St. Louis Blues” plays on the soundtrack, just as weary, amused, and knowing as the faces of Lily and Chico. We come to acquaint that theme with another low-level manager dropping his trousers. The satire here is rich. Lily has no – let’s phrase this accurately – corporate experience, but she knows that men only listen to one thing, and it’s not (apparently) their wives or fiancées. As she ascends Gotham Bank, it becomes more difficult for Lily to hide the disparity between her position and her self. She answers the phone: “Mr. Stevens’ office. No, he ain’t. I mean ‘isn’t.'” (In these early scenes in the bank, keep an eye out for a cameo by a young John Wayne.) But her survival instinct is still razor sharp. When Mr. Brody (Douglass Dumbrille, A Day at the Races), the object of one of her affairs of convenience, follows her into the ladies’ room for a quickie, he’s caught by his superior Ned Stevens (Donald Cook, The Public Enemy). Lily, glimpsed nonchalantly fixing her lipstick in the bathroom mirror, affects to pleading with Stevens: “He followed me in there. What could I do, he’s my boss and I have to earn my living. Oh, I’m so ashamed, it’s the first time anything like that has ever happened to me!” Soon enough she’s seducing Stevens away from his fiancée, and then climbing above him to find a sugar daddy in the girl’s father, Mr. Carter (Henry Kolker, The Black Room), whom she begins calling her “Fuzzy Wuzzy” while holed up in his luxurious lover’s nest.

Lily's scandalous affairs make the headlines, with the ubiquitous skyscraper of Gotham Bank in the background.

Lily’s scandalous affairs make the headlines, with the ubiquitous skyscraper of Gotham Bank in the background.

The fun comes to a violent end when Stevens shoots Carter and then himself. This leads to a fascinating moment when Lily stands over the body. Not grieving. Thinking. She calls the police and tells them what’s happened with a tone of resignation. The bank appoints a new manager with strong family ties to the bank, a handsome young playboy named Trenholm (George Brent, The Spiral Staircase). At first Lily attempts to blackmail Trenholm and his board by selling them – rather than the papers – her diary recounting all of her affairs in scandalous detail. (Surely she hasn’t yet written a word.) But Trenholm outmaneuvers her, cornering Lily into accepting a position in the bank’s Paris branch without any extravagant payout. In Paris, with a comfortable and secure job, Lily gets the knack for succeeding without sex. (Chico is along for the ride, still acting the maid or servant. Though Lily is loyal to Chico to the end, and rewards her financially – and with fur coats – this 1930’s film just doesn’t have the inclination to depict a black woman discovering her own independence.) With the confidence that comes from being good at what she does, Lily isn’t interested in seducing Trenholm when he pays the Paris office a visit. More than that, she respects him for not being interested in seducing her. When he does begin to show a romantic interest – one established on a foundation of mutual respect – she says she’s disappointed in him. But she falls hard anyway. Subsequent melodramatic complications ensue, including a vaguely described indictment for Trenholm – “I’ve got to raise a million dollars tonight!” he declares unconvincingly – and Lily comes to a moral crossroads, where she must decide if she truly cares more for power than love. Even here, in the inevitable moralistic ending, Stanwyck is refreshingly sincere. “I have to think of myself. I’ve gone through a lot to get those things…” She does care for Trenholm, but she still remembers what being on the bottom feels, looks, and smells like: the hell of her father’s speakeasy, the powerlessness of being used and abused by men. But all her drive has brought her to a dead end, and with Trenholm’s life on the line, she finally sees the light and sacrifices her wealth for the sake of rescuing the only man who’s ever been an equal.

The girl at the top - Lily is despondent at the moral dilemma that faces her.

The girl at the top – Lily is despondent at the moral dilemma that faces her.

You could take a less feminist read of that ending than how I just phrased it. Indeed, the censor-approved, modified ending (available to watch on the DVD as part of the theatrical cut of the film – treat that cut like a supplement) feels it necessary to overstate just how reformed Lily has become, living in happy poverty with her man. But even though the film’s first half, with Lily cynically rising to the top by demonstrating what a bunch of foolish beasts men are, has a wonderfully outrageous – and feminist – jolt, it’s to the film’s credit that Lily doesn’t face the kind of Crime Doesn’t Pay resolution imposed on so many gangster dramas. She doesn’t die for her sins. In fact, in Baby Face – at least, in its uncut form – Lily never really repents, never calls what she’s had to do sins. Early in the film, penniless, she tells Cragg, “Where would I go, Paris? I’ve got four bucks.” She eventually does get to Paris, finds her soul partner, receives fulfillment – but the road to her destination requires using her body to pay for every train ticket. Ultimately, the film remains a potent indictment of the “man’s world,” and even though Lily drops her defenses in the film’s final scene, it’s only because she realizes it’s finally safe to do so. That’s the hard world of Baby Face – 1933 uncensored. This film, in fact, was so volatile that even after Warner Bros. cut and revised scenes to meet the standards of censors, it became one of the first films to be withdrawn from theaters under the enforcement of Hollywood’s self-imposed Production Code. Even today, the film is every bit a “ball of fire” as Lily Powers and Stanwyck herself.

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