Proof That It’s Pre-Code
- One man describes Jean Harlow‘s movie star character Lola Burns as “a boon to re-population in a world thinned by war and famine!” That’s a great line.
- Jean Harlow’s maid, a black woman named Loretta (Louise Beavers) gets paid in undergarments, because she goes through a lot of them. Harlow even comments, “Your day off is sure brutal on your lingerie.” Needless to say, implying that a black character is going around and having a ton of sex is not something you catch a lot in movies of this era.
- When Burns is ordered down to the movie set, she’s told to wear a white dress without the brassiere. Oh, Hollywood, and their belief that the male audience will be enraptured by only the basest of titillation!
- … she doesn’t wear the bra, in case you were wondering.
- There’s lots of double entendres, with things like Burns’ dad discussing his horse racing habit:
“We’ve been discussing methods of breeding…”
“Don’t tell me!”
- There’s plenty of government corruption on display, as Hanlon is paying off the cops and press left and right to get people out of the way.
- Jim Brogan (Pat O’Brien) mutters at one point something dangerously close to being dangerous:
“Oh fer f–”
- Drug references (including one man basically asking if another is high), jokes about sleeping around, and extramarital/pre-marital shenanigans galore. Hell, Burns’ dad hits on and leers at his son’s girlfriend.
The Particulars of the Picture
|Jean Harlow as Lola Burns||Lee Tracy as E.J. Hanlon||Directed by Victor Fleming|
Blowing Up Big
“Step on it, I’m being annoyed!”
I thought I’d always heard a lot of things about Bombshell, though, after watching it, I must have been hearing about something else. Not that Bombshell is bad– it’s a Jean Harlow movie where she gets to let loose– but for all the good in the movie, it drags about six ways to Sunday. Since it approaches its material like a screwball comedy, it’s hard to be pleased when it’s so lamely unfunny.
Harlow plays Lola Burns, a movie star with a few too many men in her life. Besides her drunk and bumbling father, there’s her brother, the compulsive gambler, and then four romantic beaus. There’s a dashing Marquis, a film director, a charming conman, and then, especially, apparently, her press agent, Space Hanlon (Lee Tracy). Space’s job is to keep Burns on the front page in any way possible, even if that involves bribery, lying, prison, and generally destroying her life.
None of these men hold a candle to Burns’ three huge English sheepdogs, all of whom look like a Ginger Rogers dress waiting to happen. They’re adorable.
But this blog has yet to completely descend into “Danny Talks About All The Cute Dogs In Pre-Code”, so I regret to inform you that I must return to the plot. Lola is one of those zippy gals trying to find that balance between a career and womanhood, and it ain’t easy. As her lovers are picked off one by one by the machinations of Hanlon, it’s not-so-subtly revealed that he’s in love with her as well.
And so much of the movie is him manipulating her as her press agent, her getting angry, and then him winning her over just in time to try a new ploy out on here. There’s some amusing stuff here, and Harlow is definitely the highlight, but Tracy’s character is demonstrating such a pattern of abuse and psychological manipulation that any resolution that doesn’t result in him getting the crap beaten out of him is sure to be a letdown.
Luckily… well, it turns out the fade to black with Harlow just whaling on him still isn’t that satisfying. Maybe because there’s still the possibility that she might get over the abuse, maybe because she should have pushed him full on out of the car they were in.
The Nature of Who We Are and Who We Aren’t
“Is it any disgrace, entertaining people? Making them laugh, making them cry?”
The big selling point for Bombshell is how autobiographical the film appears. Besides both Burns and Harlow being temperamental blonde movie stars, a sequence in the film follows her as she partakes in the filming of Red Dust. Considering the director of both Bombshell and Red Dust is Victor Fleming, and that Harlow stars in both, there’s a rather fascinating aura of autobiography at play.
Most movie blogs list out the source of this story’s inspiration as being a combination of Harlow’s own troubles and the life of Fleming’s ex-fiancee Clara Bow (who I talked about before in my review of Call Her Savage), but autobiographical details don’t particularly interest me at the moment.
Director Erroll Morris is a connoisseur in the arena of truth, and the interesting borders of its definition. Bombshell flirts with the truth whenever possible, trying to give the audience the idea of it being honestly about Harlow’s life. What you take away from the movie is that she’s a genuine article, a good person who may be a little loopy but does right by people and loves children and pets. She would love to be nice and civilized if only Hollywood let her.
The way the film tries to insinuate its dominion over Harlow’s public image is also interesting because it debases what cinema geeks devoured for news and information back in the day– magazines.
Early in the movie, Burns has an interview with “Photoplay” almost too early in the morning for her. The resulting article is a series of fabrications on behalf of the writer, as she breezily ignores Burns’ responses to her simple questions. Later she gives another interview to Lady’s Home Journal, where she dons an apron in an attempt to be respectable. Most of the other characters react with horror at this attempt to domesticate her image.
So you can’t trust the magazines, the film says. All you can trust is what you see up on the screen: an insecure woman who wants to love and be loved. The movie does a brilliant trick by making the romantic lead so unlikeable and giving us that ending with her going after him; the audience doesn’t want Harlow ended up happy in contented bliss.
Harlow should be single, sexy, confident and on the big screen. It’s where she belongs, and that’s what the movie gives to us.
Trivia & Links
- Mythical Monkey hits on this one as he talks about Jean Harlow’s great year in 1933, and dives into Harlow’s background and what eventually happened to Lee Tracy. (Hint: it involves pissing both on and off the wrong people.)
- Mordaunt Hall notes how the antics of the film “generate no little hilarity”, he also says, “there are moments when the comedy is too rambunctious “. You know, I hate to speak ill of the dead, but Mordaunt is a really crappy critic sometimes. Well, most of the time. I initially wrote it up to film criticism just being a much more unrefined arena back in the 1930′s, but compare his work to his colleague at the Times, Andre Sennwald. It’s night and day!
- One character comments: “Queer place, California – insane people running around and such!” Yeah, pretty much.
- Franchot Tone plays the conman who trick Harlow for Hanlon’s benefit late in the movie. I recently looked at his flick Five Graves to Cairo, in case you’re interested. Either way, he has the best line of dialogue in the film, as he tries to woo the platinum blonde:
“Your hair is like a patch of silver daisies. I want to run barefoot through your hair!”
- Not the best poster in the world for this one (why is Tracy sneezing? who the hell pasted a top hat on Harlow and why?!), but I do like the illustration. Every time Harlow starts beating the shit out of Tracy in the film, I smiled a little bit on the inside.