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Bhowani Junction (George Cukor, 1956)

 

I’ve been waiting 50 years to see BHOWANI JUNCTION on a big screen, ever since I read Gavin Lambert’s book of interviews with Cukor, where he described how Ava Gardner grew as an actress here, and of a scene where she washed her mouth with gin, in his eyes tragically edited out and a great loss to the film and the prestige Gardner could have garnered by having it seen. . For me, it’s an amazing discovery of gifts I didn’t know Cukor possessed, here for the epic, for making drama out of the composition of hundreds of figures onscreen, in Cinema Scope and Eastman Colour. The colour design is some of the most beautiful, subtle and dramatic I’ve ever seen, and gorgeously filmed by Freddy Young (with Nicholas Roeg contributing). And someone really must do a book about Cukor’s collaborations with Gene Allen and George Hoyningen-Huene: their work here is at least on the level of A STAR IS BORN or HELLER IN PINK TIGHTS. Sublime. And sublime is also the word to use in relation to Gardner, not only astonishingly beautiful, but externalising all the anguish of a split identity, failed searches for identity, an alienation from groups, people, society; a search for an authentic self that fails and fails again. So much of the internal struggles are externalised in many, varied and sometime extreme close-ups so that it comes across as silent movie acting of the highest order. It’s hard not to read this as a dramatization of Cukor’s own sexual identity mapped onto that of this particular Anglo-Indian. Ava Gardner as Victoria Jones, c’est lui; or could be; certainly the character’s questions and struggles, were not unknow to the director, at least in the abstract. The film was ostensibly butchered in the edit reducing it in Cukor’s eyes from a serious work into trite melodrama. There is a sense in which Indian independence is reduced to a kind of imperial romance amidst colonial independence struggles with Gandhi and the Brits as the good guys, the communist as the bad etc. In a wonderful introduction to the film, curator Anumpa Shanker discusses the problem of ‘brown-face’ and some of the film’s politics while praising Gardner, the film’s sweep, and its in dramatization of action. i was surprised to see the film described as British, though it makes sense, particular as a kind of pre-cursor to the ‘run-away’ production. A film to re-discover and discuss in spite of evident problems.

José Arroyo

Heller in Pink Tights (George Cukor, USA, 1960)

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Has any director loved actors more than George Cukor or done better by them? Heller in Pink Tights is his ode to performers and performing. The story takes place in a Western setting. There are places called Bonanza, and covered wagons, and Indians and shoot-outs but it would be a stretch to call it a Western; none are as light or as pretty; and the only sensation this film wants to elicit is a sigh at the gorgeousness of costume against landscape, at the romance, at the delicacy of feeling even vaunting ambition can’t spoil.

There’s a plot about gambling and Sofia’s virtue  but who cares about plot when you can look at Sofia at her most glamorous or at Anthony Quinn, very touching in a rare restrained performance. Cukor not only directs his actors to advantage but presents them beautifully. Loren gets a magnificent star entrance  (see clip above); and Quinn, finally filmed by a connoisseur of male beauty, is shown to to have  eyelashes that in their own way are as luscious and startling as Gary Cooper’s. The mise-en-scene here is not only the orquestration of cinematic elements around actors with the goal of exploring performance  but  is itself a tour-de-force of gorgeous performativity.  George Hoyningen-Huene is credited with the marvellous use of colour. It’s a joy to see Eileen Heckart in her prime, a declining Ramon Novarro as an ageing villain, and an attempt at an adult role by Margaret O’Brien.  A minor gem.

José Arroyo

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