First Michael Powell, now Preston Sturges ... must be in a time warp: forward to the past!
Anyway, re Sturges and my previously related difficulties with his high-period, you'll excuse the language, "comedies"—that the laughs are obvious and underlined, that the performers are like programmed robots, spewing out cookie-cutter bons mots with hardly a trace of naturalistic empathy or self-reflection ("They gave me these lines so I say 'em"—that kind of professionalized artifice by rote)—is there really any hope for such a sorry, sorry case (i.e., moi-meme), an alleged film admirer whose sense of humor's so thoroughly skewed he can't even understand (though in fact he can) why anyone would laugh at these critical sacred cows? What, the maestro's pushing another button? Damn, got past me again.
Of course I could temporize, stave off ridicule by pointing out, as I already have, how wonderfully well made these movies are, their "choreographic sensibility ... commedia dell'arte energy and spectacle ... 'Brueghelian' congestion," all that diversionary hoo-hah. But when it comes down to basics—are they funny or or are they not?—then, sorry, ladies and gents, gotta part company there.
With one notable exception. A comedy from the high period I actually find hilarious, that almost leaves me rolling on the floor. And it's the only one—the only Sturges "classic" this confirmed Sturges hater (but I'm not! I'm not!) can feel enthusiasm for. Anyone want to guess what it is? No prizes, aside from the dubious satisfaction—or maybe it's smirking pleasure, the controlling superiority of insight—of having got the writer's number. Which I'm hoping won't be that easy—quel embarras!—but you'll probably prove that it is.
So yeah, right, like anyone's supposed to care. But I'll post an answer in the comments sometime next week—and I promise not to lie. Sure hope it won't be the only comment there.




"That the woman is some kind of stand-in for the role of director fits our understanding that the man, the sucker, is a stand-in for the role of the audience. As this surrogate she informs us openly that the attitude the film begins with is one of cynicism or skepticism, earned by brilliance, and that she is fully capable of being thus open and yet tripping us up so that we are brought from our privacy onto her ground, where her control of us will be all but complete." Cavell. Pursuits of Happiness. p. 66
"She has become what the man is, member of his species, the sucker sapiens, the wise fool; she has found what Katherine Hepburn at the end of 'The Philadeplhia Story' calls a human being; she has created herself, turned herself, not without some help, into a woman..." ibid. p. 69
WHAT!!!! I believe it's somewhere in the US Constitution that if you are a writer/critic of film, you must, I repeat, must like Preston Sturges. So, in short, you are a criminal of the United States.
But, I must say, I have also broken these film laws, for I don't give a hoot for CASABLANCA.
See you at Guantanamo!
Anyway, I assume that this high period is over by ‘45, so The Sin of Harold Diddlebock and Unfaithfully Yours are out.
Sullivan’s Travels is the favorite film of those who don’t get Sturges’ comedy for stupid reasons not intellectually savvy ones, so that’s out.
I refuse to believe that a person could like either The Great McGinty or Hail the Conquering Hero and not like The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek, so McGinty and Hero are out.
I have not seen Christmas in July, so it must be out. (I might rue that dismissal as I think the shortness argument does carry weight.)
That leaves The Lady Eve, The Palm Beach Story, or The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek. Morgan’s Creek seems to me the “ultimate” Sturges’ comedy and since you don’t appreciate his comedy to begin with I doubt that’s it. As for the other two, The Lady Eve is a great film and less manic than most of Sturges’work, while The Palm Beach Story, also great, seems a good middle ground between Eve and his more hectic comedies. For me it would come down to a coin flip, but Sturges-hater that you are I suppose the obvious answer is The Great Moment.
Based on the same line of thinking as some before me I'd say Christmas in July, the Lady Eve, or Unfaithfully Yours. My guess is the Lady Eve. There's a warmth in the main characters of that story. Coburn, Stanwyck, Fonda, and even Eugene Pallette come out as human beings rather than caricatures. But as I'm only guessing any further rationalization will have to wait.
"............CECIL!!!!" (c'mon, that shit is gutbusting).
Lots of people don't like Preston Sturges.
Now please stop writing. You are not good at it.
I'm not kidding.
Get help.
NP SACKS--congrats for guessing right first ... also for not being taken in by my (all too obvious?) "hide in plain sight" flim-flammery * moral: never play mind games with the pros when all you're holding is a pair of deuces ...
RECKTALL--in other words THE LADY EVE's like a secular variation of PILGRIM'S PROGRESS, with subsumed allegory conferring the extra heft that a straightforward reading can't * unfortunately for this theory the problem's in the playing: maybe these writerly strategies are part of the package, but they're realized mostly in one-dimensional ways--now she's x, now she's y, o the "humanist" ambiguity ... like sylvester in swashbuckler's quandary in the old warners' scarlet p-p-p-pumpernickel cartoon * not to mention the conventionally predictable resolution: you know exactly where stanwyck character's headed the minute you walk in the theater * safety first: an odd accomplice to "brilliance," i think ...
ZS--passed your DUCK SOUP test with flying colors! ... also, on an related note: whenever i hear the word "swordfish" i almost start snickering ...
SOMETHINGOROTHER--but for the ambiguity of "high period" (which i actually did think about a while), your line of reasoning's close to impeccable, also the outcome thereof: THE GREAT MOMENT ... so delightfully deadpan--and to think it never even crossed my mind!
DAVE K--re "lots of people don't like preston sturges": suggest you consult w/STUPID AMERICAN and DAVID E., who at very least seem to live in the same critical world the rest of us also share * though i confess to having forgotten about east timor, baffin island, the sands of the kalahari, and other areas presumably as oblivious to the blandishments of sturges as to film culture generally * but next time i'll try to remember ...
Most excellent. I started my American War Cinema class this semester with the musical number about going to war from Duck Soup. It got about one snicker.
precisely. that's the only way this kind of banter works. and it's the main reason it's funny when it's in a sturges movie but makes you feel like pulling your hair out when you hear it in the 1st half of "juno," "gilmore girls," buffy," or any other modern pretender.
sturges' characters toss off these perfectly timed and conceived one-liners as if they expect no one to notice them, which makes them infinitely more appealing - and funnier - than the modern equivalents who practically sit back and admire their cleverness as they're delivering them. it's unrealistic dialogue, of course. but it's great in sturges (and other classic screwballs) because the characters act as if it's the most natural thing in the world, even if they're the only ones in on the joke, instead of constantly "reflecting" (smirking) about how clever they are.
if you like buffy, for instance, and genuinely hate sturges (i.e., if you are not simply putting this on for attention), no one should read you again. i'm tempted to say no one should read you again anyways because of how painfully self-conscious your post is.
What a maroon.
Sincerely,
Unsympathetic
Me thinks, in a round about, 'Brueghelian' sense, that the author would have made a wonderful character in any number of Sturges' films.
YOU ARE A CONTRARIAN--in principle i agree with you, that ritual density is part of the comedy package; where we part company is in your considering what sturges's films do as "naturalistic"--quite the opposite, the sense of strain is frantic and obvious * e.g., iosseliani packs it in too, but with none of this knocking you over the head: "see, see, we're capital F FUNNNNNNY!"
but of course UNFAITHFULLY YOURS is the exception: thank god for rex harrison, that disenchanted "tony ... tony" into the tape recorder, etc
Even in his lesser movies like Unfaithfully Yours or The Palm Beach Story, there are laugh out loud sequences that are better than most anything I've seen in a Hollywood film in years. (The Quail and Ale Club, anyone?) Frankly, life is too short for people who don't "get" Preston Sturgess.
if you're going to insist on attacking sturges on this point, you must have the same problem with other classics of the age. the same unnaturally sharp dialogue is in other comedies and even noirs of the age (the fast-talking dames, etc of easy parodies today). none of it is delivered naturalistically. 'double indemnity,' for instance, has nothing even approaching a performance with 'naturalistic empathy or self-reflection.' do you hate all these movies?
anyways, i don't think we're as far apart as it seems. i actually agree with you about the excessive mugging in some sturges movies. i think that's a better objection than the lack of "self-reflective" performances.
and even more basically, some are just funnier than others. but i guess i still find enough to enjoy in even weaker ones like "palm beach" or "sullivan's" to make me a sturges fan. the quail and ale club from "palm beach" drives me nuts (definitely qualifies for your knocking-over-the-head status), but how can you not love anything with the weenie king or the opening credits (with freeze frames 30 years before peckinpah and scorsese!)? the action movie in "sullivan's" is another great moment. and even the title 'oh brother, where art thou?' is hilarious in itself.
ok, i've gone on far too long. but i can't leave without adding that "the lady eve" is practically perfect.
"If not for Sarris's insights into, e.g., the work of Preston Sturges, the almost choreographic sensibility you find there, I'd probably still be kvetching about why his films aren't really 'funny.' But who needs literal ha-ha's when there's so much else to get into, in the commedia dell'arte energy and spectacle, what Sarris essentially refers to as the films' 'Brueghelian' congestion. As with Renaissance painting to contemporary eyes, you don't have to buy into the iconography to groove on the formal envelope, of composition and line, of visual orchestration and texture. And to think that, fussbudgeting over a 'yes it's funny'/'no it's not' bottom line, I might never have seen these things at all"
obviously a lot to be thankful for here: it's the "funny" part that gets me going ...
besides which, i perfectly ADORE vanilla, since reliability's the name of the game and where'd we all be without it? * probably dumping on hapless preston sturges again ...