The timelessly glamorous and mysterious Greta Garbo feels perfectly suited for the role as the mysterious Anna Christie. Anna Christie is a film that I didn’t really care for all that much, and it’s by no means due to any technical fault, but rather it’s a story that feels dated and didn’t stir my emotions at all. Mushed between the horrible George F. Marion (with his stupid exaggerated accent) playing her father and the equally horrible and Charles Bickford (with his exaggerated and jarring accent) as her lover, I frankly thought the best actor of the cast was the drunkass Marie Dressler. With the film being marketed as some sort of event due to it being Garbo’s first entry into the talkies, I had high expectations and was planning on this being some sort of “event”. It was, unfortunately, not so, and Garbo delivers just a good performance. I thought that her first scene at the bar with Dressler was a superb one, mixing in desperation, pain, and secrecy perfectly with Garbo’s allure. As the film progresses, the performance stalls for a while, giving Garbo nothing to do except a few dramatic close-ups here and there. (This here is my “I’m suspicious of you” face, and now here’s my “Ugh, I’m so torn up right now cuz I have this secret that’s tearing me up inside” face) I thought that Garbo’s accent was fine for part of the film and then more confusing in the latter half. The culmination of the film (and the performance), the final explosive monologue, felt very forced and Garbo’s fumbling of her lines against her expressions and pantomiming failed to capture the magic of her first scene. What I saw instead was an inconsistent performance; once again neither bad nor excellent. My feelings for it are the same as Norma Shearer’s; fine but lacking that A HA! element that keeps me engulfed in the acting. In the end, I give it a
I must admit, The Divorcee was a pleasant surprise. It seems that just before the Hayes code kicked in, Hollywood was capable of tackling some daring subject matter. (A particular line in the film, “I’d like to make love to you until you scream for help!” was a Scooby-Doo moment for me.) Equal parts daring, melodramatic, and ridiculously sexist, The Divorcee is a tale of infidelity and…(obviously) divorce, Norma Shearer stars as Jerry, a working wife who discovers her husband has cheated on her. The performance starts off a little bit slow for me; as Jerry is confined to playing a doe-eyed, blushing lady who’s madly in love with her husband. (She does play sweet and warm to a T.) The gears start turning once it is revealed to Jerry that her douchebag husband had an affair with another woman. Shearer has some good moments here and there throughout the film, and I found myself appreciating her acting ability as I had mentally written her off as an overrated and forgotten classical Hollywood star, but overall there was just a lack of pizzazz in the performance as a whole for me. She’s watchable yes, she does what she’s required to do at an average to above-average capability, but there was a colorless quality to her performance that I can’t quite put my finger on. This is by no means a bad performance; I just didn’t care that much, and whether or not that is the fault of the writing or the fault of Shearer’s acting I cannot say. I’m sure a different viewer would have thought she was great, but as I reflect back on the film and Shearer some time after my initial viewing, there’s nothing memorable that jumps to mind. For me Norma Shearer in The Divorcee simply falls into the gray area between love and dislike; I liked it fine but I won’t be scrambling to watch it again nor would I be thinking about it when asked about fine screen performances. It’s a good win, but one of many Best Actress wins that are fine but not exactly the “best”.
1. JOAQUIN!! I’m so incredibly thrilled that he got a nomination. In my opinion he gives the finest performance of the year by a male and quite possibly the finest I’ve seen in quite some time. His SAG snub and his chronic problem of talking too much shit had gotten me worried that AMPAs would snub his ass. But they didn’t! And I’m ecstatic. Let us all pray to the powers that be that he pulls off a win (wishful thinking but just do it).
2. Additionally, can I just add that the lineup for Best Actor is amazing?! I was expecting John Hawkes to get in over Cooper just because Cooper’s got that pretty boy thing going on that voters like to reject (a la Michael Fassbender and Ryan Gosling). Having seen all five, it’s the strongest batch of nominees in years, especially seeing as AMPAs love shitty gratuitous nominations all the time in regards to Best Actor (a la Morgan Freeman in Invictus, Jeff Bridges in True Grit, Brad Pitt in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button). On a tangent, the lineup for Best Supporting Actor is pretty damn good as well, minus Arkin and include just about any other contender and I’d have shat my pants.
3. NO MARION COTILLARD!! After getting BFCA, GG, SAG, and BAFTA nominations I thought she was a shoo-in. Such a shame that she continues to go nomination-less after taking home the trophy five years ago. (I personally felt she should have gotten a Supporting nod for Nine). Here’s to Cotillard being excellent next year in Nightingale and here’s to AMPAs getting their heads out their asses and giving her a second damn nomination.
4. QUVENZHANE WALLIS. I suppose I shouldn’t really bitch because I haven’t seen Beasts of the Southern Wild yet, however, if history repeats itself I won’t be enjoying her performance as I usually never enjoy child performances (i.e. Keisha Castle-Hughes). They just feel so contrived and I can’t take them seriously because I know they’re too young to fully understand/throw themselves into the characters they’re playing like an older actor would. And the fact that she got the spot at my precious Marion Cotillard’s expense is only going to put her at an even bigger disadvantage when I begrudgingly get around to watching Beasts. Enjoy the Oscars you little brat! </uncalledforandunfairhate>
5. JACKI WEAVER?! “Are you shitting me right now?” said me when they announced her name. I heard rumors that she might happen, but I refused to believe it. She didn’t do much in her film and felt like filler to me. But she happened. And here she is, a two-time nominee. (An impressive feat for an actress who no one knew three years ago). And what’s more, this is probably at the expense of NICOLE KIDMAN!! I was most passionate about Phoenix, Cotillard, and Kidman getting in but I suppose I’ll have to deal with 33%. What annoys me is that a performance like Weaver’s had to get in when there was better performances out there to nominate. You can’t seriously sit me down and look me in the eye and tell me that you thought Jacki Weaver was one of the best supporting perfs in 2012, that Jonah Hill’s was one of the best in 2011, that Helena Bonham Carter’s was one of the best in 2010, that Matt Damon’s was one of the best in 2009…(you get the idea), but year after year one of these always gets nominated and I’m always bitter because of it. Come on AMPAs, if you can’t always elect the best to win you can at least nominate a solid field of nominees. </endrant>
6. LINCOLN GETTING NOMINATED FOR EVERYTHING. Look. Lincoln is a well made film and is superbly acted and all, but sweet Jesus was it slow. I was barely able to stay awake while watching it, which is sad seeing as watchability is a critical criteria for me when picking Best Picture faves. Hopefully they choose more entertaining and fascinating fare for the win and Lincoln doesn’t win all the Best Picture prizes available this season.
Well…that’s all the major points I wanted to cover. I realized I haven’t seen 4/5 of the Best Actress nominees while I’ve seen just about everyone else. Pondering whether I should do a 2013 profile but at the moment I’m working on 1930. Cheers!
With less than a week until the announcement of Oscar nominations, I figured I’d drop a post with some of my predictions. This year in particular is more trickier than in years past in terms of determining who’s getting in and who isn’t, and nominations are near and dear to me because they’re usually the only time when major surprises happen (winners of the actual Oscars aren’t surprising to me anymore, thanks Golden Globes/SAGs/BAFTAs/Critic’s Choice). So here goes!
I don’t know. Just throwing the names out there that feel like they’re most likely to be nominated. I haven’t seen about half of them, but the half I have seen have been simply alright.
Affleck, Bigelow, and Spielberg feel like locks to me. Lee just seems like something that should happen. And I’m just throwing Russell out there because I don’t think Tarantino and Hooper are good enough for noms this time around.
Kicking off the first of the difficult-to-predict acting categories is Best Actor. Day-Lewis is as good as locked for a nomination. I cannot envision Jackman not getting a nomination. I also can’t really envision Phoenix getting snubbed for some reason…it’s just such a big, powerful performance and so hard to ignore, regardless if SAG did. I can however, completely see scenarios where Washington or Hawkes or Bradley Cooper would be snubbed…and whether I like it or not, I think in the end Cooper is going to get too young and too pretty snub as did Ryan Gosling and Michael Fassbender did in the last two years. But I’m not confident at all.
With Chastain and Lawrence locked, I think Cotillard and Watts have enough support to squeeze in. That leaves Mirren…whose film and performance I don’t think will be strong enough to snag enough #1 votes. Also, seeing as there’s almost always a spot for the first time nominee, I think it comes down to Emmanuelle Riva or Wallis. And I think it’ll be Wallis. Just because it’s even rarer for there to be two foreign language nominees than it is for there to be five previous nominees. Again, not confident about this at all.
This category was damn hard to predict. I think Arkin will get in regardless of how strong his performance is because Supporting Actor always has spots for the old guy with an average perf. I’m not predicting Bardem because I can’t envision a Bond villain getting a nomination. That leaves the Django boys, and it could really go either way between DiCaprio and Waltz, but I think I’ll settle with DiCaprio. And again, I’m still not certain.
This is probably my most ambitious set of nominations. Field, Hathaway, and Hunt are pretty much safe. People seem to be doubting Kidman’s chances, and perhaps it’s just wishful thinking on my part, but I have a feeling she’ll get in. As for Ann Dowd…I don’t know. Her story about self-financing her own screeners tugged my heartstrings and I think it’s one of those perfect Cinderella stories to good to pass up. BUT I’M NOT CERTAIN.
So basically I’m completely on-the-fence on about 6 acting slots. Whatever. It’ll all be thrilling come nominations morning!
With an exception of a few films (we can thank the strange 1929-1930 calendar year they went by in the earliest years) we now enter the 1930’s. Kicking off with All Quiet on the Western Front and ending it big with Gone with the Wind, this is a decade of some fine classical Hollywood achievements ruled by the likes of Norma Shearer, Bette Davis, Clark Gable, and Spencer Tracy. So here goes!
Again, herein lies my personal ranking of the Best Actress nominees in year 2 of the Oscars. Now from here on out I’ll be posting individual profiles by year; I’m only jumbling the first and second years because I previously wrote individual profiles on my older blog and am uninterested/too lazy to rewrite them. In the case of the second year, I’d already written up 2 of the 5 nominees…laziness is an ugly monster folks.
Oh Mary. How do you solve a problem like Mary? Turns out…you can’t. Much has been said about La Pickford’s infamous win; she is of course the first known person to have started what is now known as an Oscar campaign by inviting all 5 Academy Award voters to her mansion for tea. You can’t really blame her for that, for with a film like Coquette and a performance like hers she knew she needed all the damn help she could get. Where do I even begin? Firstly, the film is just plain horrible. The sound is horrible. The screenplay in accordance to modern day is extremely dated and horrible. And the all around acting by just about everybody is horrible. (Is it sad that the best/most realistic performance is that of the mammy character?)There’s very few redeemable qualities about this film, and so the fact that it relies on the performance of a 37 year old woman trying to act as a teenager trying to acting as a cutesie baby to carry it kind of makes it even worse. The way Pickford acts when her character is trying to be cute (pouting her lips and widening her eyes while shoving her index finger towards her mouth) and shocked (The “Ah think ah smell uh fart and ah think mah period just stahrted” at the same time face…see picture above) is done repeatedly and dreadfully to the point where it’s more of a comedic performance than a dramatic one. It also doesn’t help that Pickford’s voice is incredibly baby-shrill–a quick comparison of different YouTube clips suggests she opted to make her voice higher for Coquette–which makes her big five minute “Oscar clip” crying scene totally jarring and cringe-worthy. Yes the film was made during that special time when sound was just being figured out, but ultimately you cannot excuse the downright stupid dialogue, the laughable overacting, and the plot that is reeks of outdatedness even for 1929. It’s all packaged up with Mary Pickford as the pretty but deficient ribbon on top. It’s a performance that unfortunately ranks as one of the worst of all-time to have won an Oscar, and it’ll be tough to find one that’ll top it in that aspect.
4. CORINNE GRIFFITH, THE DIVINE LADYCorinne Griffith’s nomination is one that is considered by some and not considered by others. I opted to give it a go, and unfortunately I cannot say that it was worth my time. Simply put, Griffith’s performance is a big bowl of meh. There’s not much to say for her and there’s not much to say against her. It’s a blah performance that likely only got attention because of how “grand” The Divine Lady was; it’s an epic historical war tale with a tragic romance thrown into the mix (classic Oscar bait). It won Best Director and got a nod for Best Cinematography, so Griffith’s was probably a case of Helena Bonham Carter a la The King’s Speech in that it wasn’t special by any means but people automatically deemed it worthy of attention as the film was just too baity to ignore. There are a few moments where Griffith shine, but they’re outweighed by the blandness of the overall performance. Griffith ranks higher than Pickford here because she is a whole lot of nothing and is thus forgotten for just that reason. Pickford goes for everything and fails and is thus never forgotten for failing so badly.
3. BESSIE LOVE, THE BROADWAY MELODY
The Broadway Melody is almost as big a mess as Coquette. Basically, Hollywood should have put a halt to making movies for a year or two and just focused on mastering sound first, because I’m getting quite tired of having to sit through all these atrocious big-budget movie experiments. This film has a horrible screenplay, and all the cheesy, dumb lines that run amok in this film added a layer of absurdity to Love that I couldn’t get quite get past. Additionally, Love’s style of acting is very old-school theater; from her gestures to her expressions to her enunciations, it all felt a bit overcooked (although I’d suppose theatrical makes sense for the Broadway melody, it’s just not a style of acting I enjoy). Her big money scenes are actually pretty touching, however just as soon as she makes an impact, she swerves into a display of hysterical sobs that took me out of moment (seriously though, her big crying scene challenges Pickford’s for the worst of the year). Ultimately, like Griffith, Love gets by just fine but her performance is not one to be remembered.
2. RUTH CHATTERTON, MADAME X
Ruth Chatterton’s performance is split up into two halves, the first half being an absolutely atrocious one. Like, really, really atrocious. I know I sound like a damn broken record by now, but if there was a theme in the female performances of the 2nd Academy Awards, it’d be that they’re all so bad it teeters into comedic territory. Chatterton is fifty shades of DRAMA. Madame X is the cinematic personification of melodrama. It all makes for a viewing experience that is stagey as all hell and you’d be remiss to not utter “what-the-fuck” while watching Chatterton in the first act. Both Wikipedia and Inside Oscar noted Chatterton for having a talent with diction and enunciation…and it seemed as if in her early scenes she skipped out on everything except the line deliveries, so much so that all her readings come out incredibly articulate and really silly. Her alleged super-enunciation is at times bizarre (she says “croo-elle” instead of cruel) not to mention she’s given lines to shake your head at (my favorite, when she asks to touch her son’s teddy bear: “It won’t hurt him if I just touch it, will it?”). I mean seriously, the DRAMA! An example that plays in my mind is when her character’s husband tells her that her son thinks she’s dead. Chatterton gives us a whiney–and forced–gasp, looks at him with a blank canvas for a face and says “You told him…” and stops before she shakes her head and whispers, “that.” Imagine it in your head. Act it out to yourself if you must. It’s entertaining for all the wrong reasons. But then her character ages, and suddenly Chatterton’s performance becomes less and less the caricature she was early on. The transformation into an older woman is surprisingly a believable one, with the aging makeup being pretty realistic. Her voice becomes older and less jarring, and she conveys the troubles and bitterness of an older Jacqueline quite well. Here, the folks in charge of the movie finally decided to focus on facial expressions instead of words, and I liked her most when she just sat there in silence, as she’s quite the vision. Then she’d start talking and I’d get agitated again. But for the most part, the latter act of her performance is a fine one, and she speaks so much more with her face than she ever could with her mouth.
1. JEANNE EAGELS, THE LETTEROne can’t help but wonder about the mystery of Jeanne Eagels while watching her in The Letter. I wondered how troubled her real life actually was. I wondered if she infused her real life problems into the character of Leslie. I wondered what she was like performing on stage. I wondered how her career would have turned out had she not passed away so abruptly. She was only in about 9 films, two of which were sound and one of which is lost. Thus, The Letter is the only surviving talkie film of Eagels’ and it’s hard not to appreciate all that the film–and she–has to offer. Eagels’ acting is technically no less catered to the theater as Ruth Chatterton, but Eagels uses a little more restraint than all her fellow nominees. Her voice is clearly less harsh than that of Pickford/Chatterton/Love, and hers is the only performance in which she never crosses the fine line between “loud” acting and over-the-top acting. It’s strong work, and Eagels is mesmerizing to look at on screen (the backstory of her life only added to the performance’s allure for me). Her big final scene, in which her character’s tightly wound mentality that’s been built up the entire film swiftly unwinds, is wonderfully done–so much so that you’re left wanting more of her, more of Leslie, just more. But alas, the film fades to black and you’re (or at least, I was) left with the slow realization that all is done and there is no more form of media with Eagels available at your whim. How ironic and “croo-elle” (as Chatterton would enunciate) it is that an actress’s only available talkie offering makes a person hungry for extra material. The Letter is essentially all there is of Eagels’ cinematic legacy, but what a gem of a performance that it is.
Until next time: unfortunately, I was not able to see Betty Compson in The Barker (and I’m assuming that I won’t be able to until I find myself near UCLA)…so until then, Eagels easily scoops up the second Best Actress Oscar for me amongst a pretty weak field of competitors. And I suppose I’ll have to catch Renee Falconetti’s legendary performance in The Passion of Joan of Arc as well…
But wait, there’s more: introducing my second category of favorite people is Ruth Chatterton’s Jacqueline:
SPOILER ALERT: She leaves her husband and infant son for another man. Other man dies and she crawls back to her husband who doesn’t take her back. She sobs and runs away and becomes a bitter old drunk. She drunkenly kills somebody. She’s put on trial and her now grown son defends her without knowing she’s his mom he thought was dead all his life. Despite knowing that he’s her son she refuses to tell him as she doesn’t want him to know his mother’s a psycho so she tearfully begs everyone (who are all there to see the son in court for some reason and all remember Jacqueline) not to tell him while on the stand. She falls down to the floor and dies, probably because she’s so overwhelmed. So yeah, in addition to being all sorts of DRAMA, Jacqueline is also a grade A (and the very first) hot mess.
SIDENOTE: Jeanne Eagels played Sadie Thompson in Rain on stage. Coincidence? I think not!! Now knowing this I will forever wonder how it’d have been if Eagels played Gloria Swanson’s film role. Le sigh. RIP Jeanne.
Herein lies my rankings of the five Best Actress performances of the very first Academy Awards, previously reviewed and ranked on my former blog. (I decided to repost the ranks instead of re-reviewing the year due to copious amounts of laziness flowing through my veins.) Voila!
Gaynor comes in last in the first of her three offerings. She does very little and yet you can’t blame her for she is given very little to do to begin with. I’m assuming these are one of those nominations you get when you’re a star of an acclaimed film…a la Brad Pitt of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Unfortunately, The Wife is just an unforgettable character. P.S. George O’Brien should have gotten a Best Actor nomination. Double P.S. Margaret O’Brien should have gotten a movie based around her character.
Once again, Dresser does what she can with the minimal amount she’s given. One of those mystery nominations, as Inside Oscar suggests A Ship Comes In never really made much of a splash with audiences, and I’m sure there must have been a meatier performance that calendar year. Still, her big scene in the courtroom is enough to push her ahead of Gaynor 1. (Gaynor 1 doesn’t even get a big Oscar clip moment.)
Gaynor 2 is solid work, though I had trouble believing her as a prostitute and I was irked by her bouncing around, frowning like a spoiled little girl. The movie is a hot mess and the performance would probably benefitted from better editing, better transitions, and a more solid story.
Gaynor 3 is by far the best of her three performances. The character itself was perfectly tailored to her cinematic aura–troubled, but vulnerable, damaged by the hardships of life (not troubled, and a whore/bitch like in Street Angel). She is a more thorough continuation of her character in Sunrise if The Wife had been better written.
Finally, my personal Best Actress winner of the first Academy Awards goes to Gloria Swanson in her fabulous turn in Sadie Thompson. Swanson is every bit fabulous in the role as you can expect (and I hate using that word). This is some fine star acting; the character is just perfectly larger-than-life enough to support the star power that radiates from Swanson as she controls the camera in her scenes. It’s a performance that stays with you–and it still stays with me even as I type–whether it’s those striking eyes, that searing beauty, or the confidence she imbues while strutting around the shot. When people talk Gloria Swanson and shoulda-been Oscars they think Sunset Blvd. I however, am firmly with the opinion that she should have gotten it the very first time around.
And so my first personal Best Actress Oscar goes to La Swanson. But wait, there’s more: continuing this little segment from my old blog, there are three types of people I enjoy in life and in film, and I enjoy them because they always make things more interesting. Swanson’s Sadie Thompson falls under one category: