Thursday, July 25, 2013

Rising as the Sun Sets

Janet Gaynor and George O'Brien in Sunrise

This was written for the Muriel Awards Hall of Fame vote this month. This was among my nominees for inclusion, so I got the job of writing about it.


I always think of F. W. Murnau’s Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans with a fair degree of melancholy. It’s one of the glories of the cinema, sure. But it’s also a kind elegy for silent films as they were about to be swept into the dustbin of history. Silent film had developed to a high degree of visual sophistication by the time Sunrise appeared and that sophistication is imprinted on every single frame of the film. Unfortunately, Sunrise appeared a month after The Jazz Singer. It was obsolete on arrival, arguably the last fireworks display of the era. The camera that Murnau had liberated from its moorings on the floor of the studio was remounted there as film had to learn everything over again to accommodate sound.




At first glance, Sunrise is a simple, almost a simplistic movie. Femme fatale from the city convinces farmer to murder his wife and run off with her. Farmer can’t go through with it, but wife runs off. He pursues her. A long night of the soul follows. This is an artifact that clings to America’s self-image--already profoundly obsolete in 1927--as an agrarian nation. The country is wholesome in this film’s worldview. The city, a carnival of temptation. Frankly, it’s kind of corny. It’s an awful story. But then, it’s not really interested in story. It’s interested in images. The image is king here, and this is a tour de force in putting images on screen. The cascade of images, sometimes multiple images on the same screen, is intoxicating. The subtitle, “A Song of Two Humans,” betrays the film’s intent not as narrative, but as poetry. The movie frame is a line, scenes are stanzas. As such, each frame is loaded with meaning. For all that, it’s such a living, breathing film that it takes time out for comedy here and there, and for suspense. It never leaves the frame without something to watch. Or someone.


George O'Brien and Margaret Livingston in Sunrise

The technical bona fides in Sunrise are daunting. Everything in the movie was built to order. Both the city and the country were stages. The camera was suspended by cables a la those cameras that record sporting events these days. It could move anywhere. This was Murnau’s ultimate free camera, the resulting movie, the apotheosis of his “unchained cinema.” This became the house style at Fox in the brief moment before sound made all of this impossible, and you can see echoes of it reverberate through cinema in films as diverse as The Wizard of Oz (which strikes me as being very similar to Sunrise) and Citizen Kane (which is very different).


Sunrise is one of the films for which Janet Gaynor won the first Academy Award for Best Actress. The first Oscar was given for a body of work rather than a single performance, but Gaynor’s performance here is of a piece with the two other films for which she won. Sunrise pairs with both Seventh Heaven and Street Angel for a formidable double or even triple feature. All of them are suffused with a delirious romanticism of a kind that vanishes from talking films, even once they relearned most of what they forgot from the silents. And all of them are devoted to the poetry of the image over the ruthlessness of narrative. The movies lost more than they gained from sound, at least in terms of the poetics of cinema. There’s not another film like Sunrise anywhere afterward. It’s one of the most beautiful things on this green Earth.




2 comments:

Laura said...

Sunrise is such a trip. The images that stick with me other than the obvious outrageous, gorgeous sets are the vamp flapper dancing with wild abandon in the darkness describing the high life to O'Brien, and Janet Gaynor just--being Janet Gaynor? Even with that saccharine character she's able to totally humanize what's going on and make it charming.

Great review.

Vulnavia Morbius said...

All I can ever think during the scene where the vamp lady is getting her freak on is, "Wow, my great grandparents found odd things sexy."