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Proof That It’s Pre-Code
- Holy crap, are you kidding? Okay, on a base level, the film is about a young, religious girl becoming deflowered and having her innocence robbed from her.
- Lily (Marlene Dietrich) is a virginal religious girl, who rambles on about the Biblical “Song of Songs“. Upon explaining this to her aunt, the aunt retorts, “I don’t know the song of songs, but knowing your father, I imagine there was something dirty in it.”
- The girl becomes an artist’s model, which means not only is she surrounded by nude drawings and sculptures, but that she herself undresses to perform her duty. We don’t see anything, but the beauty in this movie is in what is implied. More on that below the cut.
- One part of the plot is about a masochistic old Baron who traps said girl into marrying him and he cackles with glee as he listens to her crying on their wedding night, shortly before he enters her bedroom. He stalks above her while she stays out of frame and then… you know. Nasty stuff.
She Wants to Know What Love Is
“I can’t take my clothes off!”
“Because then I’d be undressed!”
It’s not often when I pull a DVD out of the sleeve that I whisper to myself “Hell yes”, but today is one of those times. Directed by Rouben Mamoulian? Starring Marlene Dietrich? Damn straight.
So even when the movie turns out to be one of those fallen women morality plays that’s barely a generational step from a silent melodrama (in fact, it’s a the third version of this story and the first and only one in sound), it’s a good thing that there’s more than enough talent on both sides of the camera to keep things fresh.
The story here is about a quiet girl named Lily (Dietrich) with an evocative name whose father has just passed away. Lily is pious– the only possession her dad left her was his Bible– and is forced to move in with her perpetually drunk aunt (Alison Skipworth) who runs a bookstore in Berlin. The aunt’s already lost a daughter to vice, so she’s extremely strict with Lily.
Unfortunately she doesn’t account for the roguish sculptor from across the street whose studio is lined with nude statues from the abstract to the obscene. Richard (Brian Aherne) catches Lily with her leg snaking out of her skirt and insists that she come over and pose for him. Thrilled by the attention, she sneaks out late at night and, after a great deal of prodding and shady arm wrestling, she strips and poses for his statue, which will be called “The Song of Songs.”
Richard’s friends with the Baron von Merzbach (Lionel Atwill), and the two share a healthy fascination for the female form that involves quite a bit of staring. The Baron decides that he must have Lily and sets out to seduce her by throwing around his money and bribing her aunt to court favor.
Richard and Lily, meanwhile, continue to meet in private while he molds the statue, and, in a scene of surprising eroticism, eventually make love. They soon spend a day in the country frolicking. However, Lily makes the mistake of mentioning commitment, and Richard has no choice but to run away with his tail between his legs.
Once she realizes she’s been duped, the Baron sweeps in. She marries him in a fit of anger, only to realize on their wedding night that her wifely duties are expected to be performed. The baron pushes to mold her, to turn her into a woman of brilliance, while reveling in his sexual domination of her.
The baron can’t leave well enough alone, and after his attempts to brag about his conquest to Richard, Lily decides to spite both men and go to be with a servant. This unfortunately leads to a house fire, and Lily walks off into the night, dazed. She later turns up as an escort before the ever-doting Richard picks her up and brings her back to his studio, where she gets to see that statute for one last time and everything it represents.
Mamoulian is the director of one of my favorite films, the 1932 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and he brings a great visual style to the proceedings. This remake probably had a lot to do with the Pre-Code fascination with artists models (they get naked!) and Dietrich’s wonderfully expressive eyes don’t hurt. But that’s not all that’s here.
And, Boy, Do They Want to Show Her
“I wish people were free to do and say as they felt.”
What fascinates me about the film, besides the gorgeous visuals and Dietrich, is how it functions as a morality play, and what its message is. A lot of films like this appear to be fairly cut and dry:
- The innocent girl becomes slutty.
- The girl shouldn’t be a slut.
- The girl is punished.
- Roll credits.
The Song of Songs is luckily a little trickier than that, and so instead of Mary Pickford or whoever learning about the dangers of spreading her legs, Mamoulian frames the film twofold: this is the story of a woman learning both the joy and the danger of sexuality, and of how so many men desperately crave to exploit that.
The important thing is that Lily doesn’t just walk into Richard’s sculpting lair, but is raised by her father to be a perfect Christian. As it was once so well put, “Too much perfection is a mistake”, and her father’s use of her as a conduit for his own guilt and frustrations has shaped her into a woman completely dependent on strong men to shape her.
The conflict between the sculptor and the baron is a rather unsurprising dichotomy as well. One an artist, the other a soldier, with the artist being untrustworthy, flighty and jealous, while the baron’s cruelties and lack of empathy fit his military background handily.
So that gives the first two thirds of the film with Lily being victimized by religion, art, and power. It’s not surprising then when her life falls to pieces, she willingly throws herself into the same situations, expecting to get used by men and unsurprised by the results.
That’s why the ending isn’t hopeful. Love is deeper– and darker– than either had expected or could fathom, despite what the titular “Song of Songs” tried to warn them. The film ends with the sculptor desperately trying to rekindle a love and innocence that no longer exists. He folds her unto himself, trying to unite the two disillusioned people again in a way that could simply never be.
Lessons in Visual Geometry
Sometimes in writing this I take a series of screenshots and put them together to show you just how a director has composed a scene, and this week… I may have gone a little overboard. Since, as previously stated, Mamoulian is one of my favorites, I couldn’t help but grab a batch of screenshots and launch into some dissection:
TheSong of Songs isn’t a great movie, but it’s an incredibly well made one. It feels older and stodgier than a lot of Pre-Code films, but for what it does, it’s worth the effort to find.
Trivia & Links
- This was originally slated to star Miriam Hopkins. And while I do love Miriam Hopkins, I don’t think this is a Miriam Hopkins film.
- I’m not going to lie, I’m really starting to enjoy Andre Senweld’s reviews in The New York Times, like his for this week’s movie. Unlike Mordaunt, he comments on the film rather than the audience, and doesn’t seem to simply list his likes and dislikes in an obvious way. He also uses the word “demimondaine” which is apparently a Victorian way of calling someone a prostitute, which is always handy to know. I like this passage:
The youth induces the girl to pose for him, and in the nights she slips off to his studio. As the statue of the girl takes form, imprisoning her white innocence in the marble, she reveals her affection for him, and they spend many days together in the country.
- This was Marlene Dietrich’s first American film not directed by Josef von Sternberg, who’d previously displayed her talents in The Blue Angel and Shanghai Express. This makes this film kind of unique since it really tries to sell Dietrich as an innocent young girl at first, which is really bizarre to see her play. But, as always, Dietrich manages.