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ALCOHOL--THE FABRIC OF FILM HISTORY IS SOGGY WITH THE STUFF. STILL, FILM HISTORIANS HAVE RARELY GIVEN BOOZE ITS DUE. THIS SITE IS DEDICATED TO SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT.
USA/Silent/B&W-12m./Dir: D.W. Griffith/Wr: Edward Acker/Cast: David Miles (Alfred Lucas), Florence Lawrence (Mrs. Lucas), Gladys Egan (Daughter #1), Adele DeGarde (Daughter #2)
“Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes one; You said you were coming right home from the shop, As soon as your day's work was done.” --From “Come Home, Father” by Henry Clay Work
In the late 1800’s and early Twentieth Century, temperance stories and songs were popular entertainments amongst bluenoses and wet blankets looking for a grotesque thrill camouflaged as a wholesome moral lesson. These stories usually involved the dissolution of a family as a result of the evils of alcohol, and disturbingly the narrative often involved the death of a child. The Drunkard was the most popular of the early temperance plays, until it was eclipsed by William W. Pratt’s a stage adaptation of T.S. Arthur’s temperance novel Ten Nights in a Bar Room and What I Saw There. Pratt's play also popularized the most famous song of the temperance movement, “Come Home, Father” by Henry Clay Work, in which a young girl implores her swillpot daddy to return home to his family.
When the fledgling art form of motion pictures appeared around the turn of the century, stories that were already familiar were prime fodder to be filmed, and Ten Nights in a Bar Room was adapted more than a dozen times during the silent era (beginning as early as 1897). Most of these early films have disintegrated into dust, but D.W. Griffith’s early short subject What Drink Did survives, likely due to collectors attempts to preserve any work of the important director. While What Drink Did is not a straight adaptation of Ten Nights in a Bar Room, the screenplay credit reveals that it was “suggested by” the novel, and it does contain elements of the story--particularly the plot element of a young girl imploring her father to return home from a saloon.
The short stars David Miles as Alfred Lucas, a family man with a wife, two preteen daughters, and a steady job in a woodworking shop. When his co-workers try to cajole him into having a beer with lunch, the serious family man refuses, but eventually he relents and finds the brew pleasing to his taste buds. At the end of the day, Lucas is easily persuaded to join his fellow employees at the bar; and a few dozen pints later, he staggers home to his distraught family. Awaking the next morning with a hangover and the thirst of a hardcore alcoholic, Lucas gruffly ignores his children as he heads to work. His co-workers have no trouble tempting the neophyte boozehound to the bar for the second night in a row; and he stays out all evening downing suds and playing cards. After several hours of waiting for her absent spouse, Lucas’ frantic wife (Florence Lawrence) rather unwisely implores one of her young daughters to go out and bring daddy home. As with all temperance stories, tragedy ensues.
What Drink Did was just one of over 400 short films that D.W. Griffith cranked out between 1908 and 1913 in his years at the American Mutoscope and Biograph Company. Each short was both a school for the fledgling director and a technical experiment in the possibilities of filmmaking. In fact, this short displays an early use of cross-cutting to show audiences the simultaneous actions of the husband in the bar and those of the worried wife and children in the home. What Griffith would learn making these shorts and what others would learn from watching them laid the foundations for the language of film. That said, What Drink Did isn’t very good. It displays both old-fashioned attitudes and outdated acting styles. While the film proudly lauds itself as “a thoughtful moral lesson,” it is the worst kind of moralizing hogwash, exploiting the accidental death of a child for the supposed entertainment and edification of its audience. Still, the short is worth viewing for its historic value and for a few unintentional laughs.
Drinks Consumed--Beer Intoxicating Effects--Staggering, stumbling, hangover, brawling, and physical violence
Similarly Sauced Cinema--D.W. Griffith used alcoholism as a theme in several of his shorts and features, including A Drunkard's Reformation (1909), Drink’s Lure (1912), The Reformers (1913), and his final film, The Struggle (1931). As previously mentioned, Ten Nights in a Bar Room was filmed several times during the silent era, and a talkie version was made in 1931.
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USA/C-119m./Dir: Shainee Gabel/Wr: Shainee Gabel/Cast: John Travolta (Bobby Long), Scarlett Johansson (Purslane Will), Gabriel Macht (Lawson Pines), Deborah Unger (Georgianna), Dane Rhodes (Cecil), David Jensen (Lee)
In this adaptation of Ronald Everett Capps’ novel Off Magazine Street, Scarlett Johannson stars as Purslane Will, an 18 year-old high school dropout who travels back to her New Orleans birthplace, upon hearing of the death of her mother. When she arrives, she discovers that she has missed the funeral and that her mother’s home is occupied by a couple of alcoholics--Bobby Long (John Travolta), an aging ex-English professor with an infected toe, and Lawson Pines (Gabriel Macht), a frustrated writer who was once Bobby’s teaching assistant. The conditions of Pursy’s mother’s will stipulate that the drunks are free to stay in the ramshackle residence for the period of one year, upon which time Pursy will assume sole ownership. However, the literate lushes trick Purslane into thinking that she only inherited one-third of the property, while they were bequeathed the remaining two thirds.
The boys initially plan to scare off the girl before she can discover the truth about her inheritance; but over time, the three misfits grow into an unconventional family unit. With the help of the boozing boys, Pursy resumes her high school education. Likewise, she helps her roommates fix up their decrepit domicile and tries to help them overcome their addictions and melancholy. However, the clan’s new found happiness is threatened by the revelation of the boy’s deception, long buried secrets, and Bobby’s increasing illness.
The release of A Love Song for Bobby Long was met with pans from critics and disinterest by the general public. However, the film deserved a better reception than it received. It’s true that the story contains an overabundance of clichés--misfits finding each other and filling each others voids, alcoholic ex-academics (Is there any other kind?), gruff exteriors hiding sensitive souls, etc. Still, the film contains a number of modest pleasures.
Chief amongst the positives are the performances. Travolta does his best character work since Pulp Fiction (1994), and Johannson gives her second-best performance to date (the best being her turn in the exquisite Lost in Translation (2003)). Best of all is Gabriel Macht as Bobby’s hand-picked biographer. Macht gives a quiet, truthful performance as a man struggling with a guilty conscience and turning repeatedly to alcohol rather than facing his personal demons. Other factors in the “pro” column include good direction and cinematography, which soak up a lot of flavor from the picture’s Louisiana locations.
While the film is not as essential an entry in the alcoholism genre as The Lost Weekend (1945), Days of Wine and Roses (1962), or Leaving Las Vegas (1995), it does hold many pleasures for admirers of booze movies. Bobby and Lawton spend their days in an alcohol-stimulated stupor, greeting the morning with Orange Blossoms (gin topped with orange juice) and moving on to beer and whiskey in the afternoons. The characters also concoct a couple of the most disgusting cocktails in movie history. Bobby starts out one morning with a mixture of beer and tomato juice, and Lawton pours Seagram’s gin into a can of dill pickle brine when he runs out of orange juice. You can do worse than spend a couple of hours with these adventurous alcoholics.
Drinks Consumed--Beer, gin, bourbon, scotch, and vodka
Intoxicating Effects--bickering, destruction of property, unintentional urination, and withdrawal sweats
Potent Quotables--PURSY: Well, it’s no big deal. Ya know, Lorraine thinking I’d share this shithole with two alcoholic strangers. Well, you are alcoholics, aren’t you? BOBBY: But we are not strangers. We were her friends. We took care of her. And this shithole is just fine for us. It’s not suited for a girl like you.
New Year's Eve is the most booze-centric of all holidays, and this year Turner Classic Movies is marking the occasion by airing a marathon of all six films from the greatest soused cinema series of all time--The Thin Man. I can think of no better excuse to drink at home this year. If you'd like to join Nick and Nora Charles as they solve murders and put away copious quantities of cocktails, the schedule is listed below.
Turner Classic Movies will also turn the spotlight on the patron saint of soused cinema on 1/3/09 with a rare prime time airing of a trio of films from the Great Man, W.C. Fields. The first two films in the mini-marathon are must-see comedy classics. The last one, not so much.
One final note--If you happen to see this post before December 29th, tune into TCM on 12/29 at 12 PM EST to see the funniest film ever made, The Miracle of Morgan's Creek (1944). There's very little imbibing in the movie, but it's my favorite film of all time, so I'm going to promote it just the same. It's a wonderfully subversive comedy that managed to bend the censorship rules of the day, touching on everything from unexpected pregnancy to a veiled parody of the nativity story. Check it out if you get the chance. You won't be disappointed.
Cheers, garv (the boy who put the "X" in Christmas)
Today it is impossible to watch the 1951 film version of A Streetcar Named Desire without thinking of "A Streetcar Named Marge," an episode from the fourth season of The Simpsons in which Marge Simpson starred as Blanche DuBois in a musical version of the play. While many would consider it heresy, in my opinion the 1951 film is only slightly less cartoonish than the animated parody. Keep in mind, however, this criticism comes from a critic who would categorize Tennessee Williams and his works amongst the ranks of the overrated.
Vivian Leigh, radiant despite the make-up artists’ best efforts to diminish her uncommon beauty, stars as Blanche DuBois, a delusional, fading, and impoverished Southern belle who travels to New Orleans to stay with her sister Stella (Kim Hunter). Unfortunately, Stella’s wife-beating husband Stanley (Marlon Brando) doesn’t like the intrusion on the household and sees Blanche as a threat to the delicate, codependent relationship that he has with his wife. From the start, Stanley taunts Blanche in a cruel fashion, and when his co-worker Mitch (Karl Malden) takes a liking to Blanche, Stanley goes out of his way to discourage the pairing. Finally, when Stanley goes digging into dark secrets from Blanche’s past, the illusions that the Southern belle has built up around her begin to shatter.
The story of A Streetcar Named Desire doesn’t add up to much. Imagine Norma Desmond guest starring in a very special episode of The Honeymooners, and you’ll have a fair idea of what you’re getting into. On second thought, that makes the movie sound like a lot more fun than it actually is.
The film is melodramatic hokum, but it is watchable because of the performances of its four leads. While Vivian Leigh and Marlon Brando came from two different schools of acting, they pair nicely. Leigh’s classical theatricality works well for the character of Blanche, who is always putting on an act of some sort. Brando, on the other hand, approached his character using the “new” method techniques of the day to try to achieve realism, but the end result was just as over-the-top as Leigh’s performance. However, being that the character of the ape-like Stanley is a broad caricature, Brando’s exaggerated portrayal is effective and strangely magnetic. The most realistic and nuanced performances are given by Karl Malden and Kim Hunter. Hunter is especially good, and she contributes the best moment in the movie. Hearing Stanley cry out for forgiveness after beating her, Hunter exudes triumph and sexual cravings without speaking a word. Her slow, slinking walk down the apartment stairs into her husband’s arms is one of the most carnal moments ever captured on film.
Of course, I wouldn’t be discussing A Streetcar Named Desire if alcohol did not play a part in the film. While liquor is never at the center of the story, it is omnipresent throughout. Upon Blanche’s arrival in New Orleans, she passes roughneck bars, where brawls spill out into the street; and when she reaches her sister’s apartment, she encounters the upstairs neighbor drinking in the courtyard. While these sights seem to shock Blanche’s sensibilities, the very first thing she does upon reuniting with her sister is to down a couple of glasses of scotch. Booze also fuels Stanley’s domestic violence, and one of the many bones of contention that Stanley has with Blanche is the fact that she swills his liquor. While never explicitly stated, it is implied that Blanche is an alcoholic. In fact that insinuation comes across much clearer than the implied rape towards the end of the film.
While overrated, A Streetcar Named Desire is a cultural landmark. Consequently, it should be considered required viewing, if only for Kim Hunter’s sultry scene on the stairs.
Drinks Consumed--Scotch, unnamed whiskey, beer, and “Southern Cheer” liqueur
Intoxicating Effects--The giggles, brawling, bickering, and physical violence
Potent Quotables--STELLA: You sure you wouldn’t like another? BLANCHE: Well… well, maybe I will take just one tiny nip more, just to put the stopper on so to speak. Now, now, don’t get worried. Your sister hasn’t turned into a drunkard. She’s just all shaken up and hard and dirty and tired. STELLA: Waiter. Waiter!
If you're looking for a gift this holiday season for a soused cinema enthusiast (hint, hint), a new title from Macmillan's Thomas Dunne Books looks promising.
I haven't gotten my hands on a copy yet (double hint, hint), so I can't provide a formal review here. However, knowing a bit about the four actors in question, the tome is sure to be filled with astonishing stories of Herculean alcohol intake.
Cheers, garv (the boy who put the "X" in Christmas)
I like to drink. I like to watch movies. I like to watch movies about drinking. I like to write about the movies I’ve watched, but only if I’ve had a drink first.