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If a movie makes the hair stand up on the back of my arms then it's got something going for it.
Normally I wouldn't expect to have the hair standing up on the back of the arms experience more than once in any given movie.
It's not exactly a test of quality. I got that feeling from the climax of Home Alone. It's more a test of emotional connection.
When we were watching Murnau's Sunrise yesterday the hair was standing up on the back of my arms almost continuously. This is unprecedented.
Sunrise is a very simple story. Simplistic even. The Full Title is Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans. It has some of the quality of folk-song. Real folk-song, I mean, not Peter, Paul and Mary. It deals with primary emotions; Lust, love, hatred, joy, grief, repentance, forgiveness. And all without speech. This is a silent movie.
The acting is wonderful- stylized, but not theatrical- a kind of quiet mime. Emotions are conveyed by facial expression and body language. There are no histrionics. The arm flapping excesses of early silent cinema have been pared away to leave this quintessence of screen acting. This absolute, unflinching emotional truth. Of the two principals, Janet Gaynor was for a year or two Hollywood's biggest box office draw (she retired with the coming of sound) and George O'Brien went on to be a war hero and play bit parts in sound movies (including several of John Ford's.) Here, briefly, these two footnotes to cinema history stand together on its highest peak.
Of course Sunrise is technically brilliant. The special effects are state of the art. The sets were among the biggest ever built. But these aren't what make it such a great film. The greatness is in its truth to nature- its truth to human nature.
Murnau died shortly afterwards. In a car crash. He had made some of the best films of the silent era- Nosferatu, The Last Laugh and this- which French critics once voted the cinema's greatest single masterwork.
I wonder what Murnau's sound films would have been like.
Normally I wouldn't expect to have the hair standing up on the back of the arms experience more than once in any given movie.
It's not exactly a test of quality. I got that feeling from the climax of Home Alone. It's more a test of emotional connection.
When we were watching Murnau's Sunrise yesterday the hair was standing up on the back of my arms almost continuously. This is unprecedented.
Sunrise is a very simple story. Simplistic even. The Full Title is Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans. It has some of the quality of folk-song. Real folk-song, I mean, not Peter, Paul and Mary. It deals with primary emotions; Lust, love, hatred, joy, grief, repentance, forgiveness. And all without speech. This is a silent movie.
The acting is wonderful- stylized, but not theatrical- a kind of quiet mime. Emotions are conveyed by facial expression and body language. There are no histrionics. The arm flapping excesses of early silent cinema have been pared away to leave this quintessence of screen acting. This absolute, unflinching emotional truth. Of the two principals, Janet Gaynor was for a year or two Hollywood's biggest box office draw (she retired with the coming of sound) and George O'Brien went on to be a war hero and play bit parts in sound movies (including several of John Ford's.) Here, briefly, these two footnotes to cinema history stand together on its highest peak.
Of course Sunrise is technically brilliant. The special effects are state of the art. The sets were among the biggest ever built. But these aren't what make it such a great film. The greatness is in its truth to nature- its truth to human nature.
Murnau died shortly afterwards. In a car crash. He had made some of the best films of the silent era- Nosferatu, The Last Laugh and this- which French critics once voted the cinema's greatest single masterwork.
I wonder what Murnau's sound films would have been like.
