Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Broken Blossoms




Broken Blossoms
1919
Director: D.W. Griffith
Starring: Lillian Gish, Richard Barthelmess

Silent films are curious.  They are so far removed from the cinema we know today that it can be difficult acclimating to their distinctly separate style.  There are certainly exceptions to this rule; great films are great films regardless, but only a handful of the silents I’ve seen have managed to break through their constrictions of time and place and really, truly impress me.  Films like Keaton’s comedies, City Lights, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, or The Unknown are examples of this.  Unfortunately, Broken Blossoms does NOT fall into that category, feeling instead like a film ridiculous in how utterly out of date it is.

Cheng Huan (Barthelmess) starts off in China as a well-intentioned missionary who means to go to London to spread the word of the peace of Buddha.  Once there, however, he becomes addicted to opium and winds up tending a grubby little shop in the Limehouse district.  Lucy (Gish) is a waif who shuffles to and fro in between beatings by her cruel boxer of a father.  Cheng falls in love with Lucy from afar, and one night, when Lucy is left on the streets, he takes her in, feeds her, and nurses her back to health in the most chaste way possible.  Of course everyone will pay for this act of kindness.

  
Let’s deal with the obvious first, shall we?  This being 1919, Hollywood (and America) wasn’t nearly as progressive as it is today (and frankly, I’m not so sure it’s terribly progressive today).  We have, in Broken Blossoms, a thoroughly American actor playing a Chinese character, complete with squinty eyes and everything.  Oddly enough, this doesn’t completely bother me.  I know it’s repugnant by today’s standards, but is it fair to hold Broken Blossoms up to today’s standards?  I tend to be pretty tolerant to issues like this in very old films, and when you look at the characterization of Cheng Huan in Broken Blossoms rather than simply the outward caricature, he actually becomes the kindest character in the film.  I don’t like watching Barthelmess play an Asian any more than the next blogger, but I have to hand it to Griffith for making the Chinese character the closest thing the film has to a hero, and this in the middle of a phase in American culture called “Yellow Peril” where the fear of Chinese immigrants was reaching a peak.  It’s an odd feeling, really; I very much wish that white actors weren’t playing people of color in Broken Blossoms, but at the same time, I respect the presentation of Cheng Huan in a positive light and understand that the film is ultimately a product of its time.

No, far more than the whitewashing in Broken Blossoms, the thing that turns me off about the film is the unrepentant Melodrama with a capital “M.”  Melodrama, as a genre, has never sat well with me.  Even as a young teen Siobhan, I cringed when having to read books in school like Sister Carrie or any of the “young adult” fiction foisted upon me.  When I was in middle school, I remember being agog at all my classmates who insisted on writing the most utterly ridiculous short stories and poems about drugs, abuse, suicide and the like, none of which were realistic, and all of which ended badly.  Consequently, I dislike films where I have to watch things go badly in the most predictable way possible and with as little nuance as can be managed.  And Broken Blossoms is definitely that film.  Lucy’s father is evil for no other point than to be evil and brutish because the plot demands it.  Oh, okay, sure, I don’t need any kind of believability there, go right ahead.  Gish’s Lucy is so tortured in her childhood that she cannot physically smile and must actually use her fingers to curve her mouth upwards.  To pull out a phrase from my youth, gag me with a spoon.  This style of filmmaking, so popular in the early days and certainly around albeit a bit evolved today, does less than nothing for me.  I really dislike melodrama.  So Broken Blossoms never stood much of a chance.  

  
A few comments on Lillian Gish in this film.  In general, I am a fan of La Gish; it’s difficult not to be, considering she’s one of the pioneers of cinema.  I’m not sure how much I like this particular performance, however.  For one thing, there is the age of her Lucy.  In 1919, Ms. Gish would have been 26 or 27 years old.  I cannot for the life of me figure out how old the character of Lucy is supposed to be.  In some scenes, it appears as if she’s meant to be late teens; in others, more like 13 or 14.  For her part, Gish plays Lucy on the immature and infantile side, having her entranced with a simple doll and completely unaware of the feeling of love directed at her from Cheng Huan.  Frankly, skewing Lucy so young, even if it’s only emotionally that young, makes things a bit… squicky.  It’s a bit worrisome already that I’m trying to overlook historical whitewashing, but now I have to watch an older man fall in love with a woman who has the mental capacity of a 12 year old girl.  This does not for fun times make.  

  
But there is one scene in particular where Gish shines, and that is the scene where she has locked herself in a closet to escape the temper of her father, who has just discovered that she had been inside Cheng Huan’s shop.  Here is where we really see Ms. Gish’s acting prowess, as she convincingly gives us a performance of a frightened and cornered animal incapable of seeing a way out.  The naked fear on her face is staggering, and she is sole reason why I found this scene the most emotionally affecting of the entire film.  Her face, her body language, everything is committed to the feeling of true dread. 

I suppose I need films like Broken Blossoms every now and then to remind me just how amazing other silent films are by comparison.  It’s not nearly as preachy as Intolerance or as hateful as The Birth of a Nation, but I’m still not a fan.  Melodrama’s not for me, thanks.

Arbitrary Rating: 5/10


8 comments:

  1. Is it sad that I agree completely and still consider this to be among the better Griffith films I've seen?

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    1. No... not really sad... at least I hope not, because I feel the same way. I'm still too sentimental about "Orphans of the Storm" because it was my first silent film ever and it actually managed to make me emotionally invested in the finale, but I don't like "Intolerance," I don't like "Birth of a Nation," "Broken Blossoms" is... alright... and that's it, really. I don't remember "Way Down East" making too much of an impact on me. He's a bit troublesome. I can appreciate his historical significance of what he did, but I'm not a fan of his films, really.

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  2. I see your points and of course I agree, but I was still more possitive about Broken Blossoms. Probably because like Steve said Griffith set the bar low, but really there are some positive elements when you keep his previous films in mind. As opposed to Birth of a Nation the sympathy here is on a non-white person and it is the "white" culture and society which is scorned. That is quite a turnaround. Also coming out of the the big confusion which was Intolerance we now get a much more clear story about tolerance and intolerance in the form of a merciful Samaritan fable. Why did he not do that to begin with and save us from the torment that is Intolerance?

    In that light Broken Blossoms is such a surprising step up that I am almost (and only almost) willing to overlook his other transgressions in this film. I suspect Griffith secretly thought that the pairing of an older Chinese dopehead and a juvenile Briton was just delicious. I think it is borderline creepy.

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  3. I liked this better than you. I most appreciated the fact that the "Chinaman" was portrayed sympathetically - decades before other Hollywood films would start to do that.

    As for her character's age, she was around 20. Remember that 21 was considered the age of majority, and unlike today where male characters tend to be portrayed as not much more than big children, movies used to portray women as the grown up children, in need of guidance and protection. That was why she seemed so childish to you in some scenes. The gender roles flipped around the 1970s when women started protesting how their gender was being portrayed. Of course, movies/TV simply changed the formula to the men being the children, which didn't seem to bother the protestors anywhere near as much as when it was women. And that's where we still are today - the basic setup of any given sitcom featuring a male/female pairing.

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    1. @both Chip and TSorensen - I definitely appreciated the fact that the Chinese character was easily the most sympathetic in the film, and it's probably the best thing Broken Blossoms has going for it. I wouldn't be surprised if that's a major reason why it made its way into this Must See list. But it wasn't enough to make me *like* it. I really really really don't enjoy melodramas, and the entire plot line of Broken Blossoms is a big strike against it.

      @Chip - Thanks for the clarifications. I sort of figured that was what the age was supposed to be, and I've certainly seen this before, treating young women like little girls. Doesn't make it any less uncomfortable for me. That's definitely one of those societal norms that I have real problems accepting.

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  4. Count me among those that thinks Broken Blossoms is the best of Griffith's films. Gish's performance is the reason. Still, if I hadn't branched out from Griffith early on I might have concluded that silent films just weren't for me.

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    1. Orphans of the Storm is probably my favorite Griffith for purely sentimental reasons. I can't get over how utterly maudlin the story is in Broken Blossoms, but I do see how it's definitely a step up from his two big epics Intolerance and Birth of a Nation.

      I'm with you on branching out from Griffith re: silents. I didn't start with Griffith with silent films, working up to him instead. I started with the silent comedies because I figured that would be the easiest way to get acclimated to the style. It worked really well, actually.

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