By Ed Garea
By
the year 1933, the movie musical looked as if it were headed for extinction.
The musical was a natural child of the revolution in sound technology; in fact,
the first talkie was a musical – The Jazz Singer. Musicals were
also a novel way to use the new technology in that, while the audience was
being entertained in song, the studios were also figuring out who could speak
and who couldn’t; who had charisma and who didn’t. Plus, with sound technology
still in its primitive stages, placing a boom microphone over the stage while
the assembled cast joined in song was far easier than the problems in drama
with hidden microphones in plants and on women’s corsages, with the result
being that actors were talking into those plants and corsages.
And
– of course – the advantage of filming musicals in those early days was that
almost every musical was a hit. But the other side of the coin was that every
studio was filling their theater bills with them. It’s like candy: as a tasty
treat, fine, but too much and the urge is lost. And it happened that way with
the musical. Over 100 were released in 1930 to ever dwindling box office as the
novelty wore off. In 1931, only 14 were released. Save for the emergence of
Marlene Dietrich in such vehicles as Morocco, and the Marx Brothers
in Animal Crackers and Horse Feathers, the musical
was in bad shape. In both cases, it was the curiosity about the stars rather
than their vehicles that propelled the box office. In Dietrich’s case, her
films were quickly shifted from being musicals as such to being dramas with
music in them. She would often play a spy or shady character who also worked as
a chanteuse or musician in a nightclub, palace or other venue. (Blonde Venus, Dishonored –
where she played the piano, The Song of Songs, etc.)
And
yet the itch to do a musical rested like an egg in the studios’ nest, waiting
for the right time to hatch. Warner Brothers, a studio noted for more for their
“ripped from the headlines” dramas starring Jimmy Cagney, Edward G. Robinson,
or Barbara Stanwyck, decided to take a chance with a book to which they
recently purchased the rights, a novel by Bradford Ropes entitled 42nd Street.
Amazing, isn’t it? 42nd Street plays just as
if Warner Brothers had written it themselves. But no, there was an actual novel
on which the movie was based.
While
the studio would assign one of its usual directors to handle the story, they
brought in Broadway veteran Busby Berkeley to handle the musical numbers. It
was Berkeley’s novel approach to the combination of choreography and camera
work that set his musicals apart. Of course, his lavish numbers for the movies
contained scenery and an ensemble way too large to fit in any conventional
Broadway theater, but this was Hollywood. His genius lay in the fact that he
perfected the technique of synchronizing the filmed images to a previously
recorded soundtrack. Thus, microphones and the problems inherent with them in
those early days were not necessary to the action, and the camera no longer had
to be imprisoned in soundproof booths. This gave them the freedom that they
previously enjoyed during the Silent Age. Now for the first time, fluid camera
motion and intricate editing were now possible, and this gave the musical an
even greater range than previously. Berkeley took full advantage and then some
by placing his cameras on custom-built booms and crafted monorails.
What’s
even more amazing about all this was that Warner Brothers, one of the most
frugal studios in Hollywood, gave him the freedom to do so, even if it cost a
few more pennies on the production side of the ledger. The result of this
unexpected lavish spending was box office receipts that not only allowed the
studio to survive those Depression days, but to actually flourish in the times.
42nd Street (1933) Director: Lloyd Bacon. Cast: Warner
Baxter, Bebe Daniels, George Brent, Guy Kibbee, Ruby Keeler, Dick Powell,
George E. Stone, Ginger Rogers, Guy Kibbee, Una Merkel, Ned Sparks, and Allan
Jenkins. Black and White, 89 minutes.
Sawyer, you listen to me, and you listen hard.
Two hundred people, two hundred jobs, two hundred thousand dollars, five weeks
of grind and blood and sweat depend upon you. It's the lives of all these
people who've worked with you. You've got to go on, and you've got to give and
give and give. They've got to like you. Got to. Do you understand? You can't
fall down. You can't because your future's in it, my future and everything all
of us have is staked on you. All right, now I'm through, but you keep your feet
on the ground and your head on those shoulders of yours and go out, and Sawyer,
you're going out a youngster but you've got to come back a star!
Did
we really talk like that back then?
This
is it, the granddaddy of them all; the archetypical backstage musical; the one
we all go back to when discussing the subject. It captures the essence not only
of the Warner Brothers films, but also of the decade itself. Loaded with
the gritty urban atmosphere and hip dialogue that was the hallmark of 1930’s
Warner Brothers films, the movie was the genesis of several show business
musical plot devices that later became well-worn clichés:
The hard-driving Broadway stage
director whose finances, teetering health, or other condition finds him
literally dying for a new hit;
The egotistical star who gives
everyone else a hard way to go, then right before the big performance, breaks a
limb, paving the way for . . .
The unknown, overlooked, but
talented kid from the chorus who takes over the star's role on opening night
and makes the musical into the biggest hit on The Great White Way.
We
would believe that 42nd Street sprang
full-blown out of the mind of Darryl Zanuck, but it wasn’t that way at all. As
previously mentioned, the musical is actually derived from a novel of the same
name written by Bradford Ropes and published in 1932. Ropes had worked as a
dancer on Broadway and put his stage experiences into novels such as 42nd Street, Stage
Mother (filmed by MGM in 1933), and Go Into Your Dance.
Given
its urban setting, 42nd Street was a perfect
vehicle for Warner Brothers: it follows a Broadway musical from casting call to
the opening performance. The backstage part of the movie meant constant action,
so there’s sure to be no dead spots where the ingénue is romancing the juvenile
or the cast director is making eyes at the chorine.
As
the movie opens we see director Julian Marsh (Baxter) in the office of
producers Jones and Barry. They want him at the helm of their new musical,
“Pretty Lady,” and he is totally amenable. It seems that he was quite flush
before the Crash, but now he needs the money. A phone call interrupts the
meeting. It’s from his doctor, who tells him that he just got over a breakdown
from too much work, and this new assignment could kill him. Thus we have
Marsh’s motive: he needs the money, even if it will kill him. He’s also got
another reason for taking the job: a money-drawing star in Dorothy Brock
(Daniels). It seems her new sugar daddy, kiddie-car mogul Abner Dillon
(Kibbee), is financing the musical.
Word
about the new musical quickly goes out, and it is just as quickly discovered
that everyone involved or soon-to-be-involved knows it beforehand anyway. This
is done using a very clever montage of the sword being passed around. Soon the hopefuls
arrive and among them is a woman with a monocle affecting an English accent,
soon discovered to be Ann Lowell (Rogers), aka “Anytime Annie.” According to
stage manager Andy Lee (Stone): “Not ‘Anytime Annie’” Say, who could forget
‘er? She only said ‘No’ once and then she didn’t hear the
question.”
Another
featured player introduced is Lorraine Fleming (Merkel). One of the stagehands
notices that she’s been hitting the bottle. “Yeah,” another replies, “the peroxide bottle.”
That leaves two characters: the juvenile, Billy Lawler (Powell), and the
ingénue, Peggy Sawyer (Keeler), and we meet them in short order as Keeler
accidentally enters Billy’s dressing room while he’s clad only in his
underwear.
Now
that we have the assembled the necessary players, the movie concentrates on the
reason they’re assembled – to put on a show. Marsh is a no-nonsense, driven
director. He’s fighting the clock to the opening while trying to get the best
performances possible from the cast he’s chosen. And along the way he has to
deal with problems that suddenly crop up, such as the fact that his leading
lady, Dorothy Brock, is still in love with her old vaudeville partner, Pat
Denning (Brent), seeing him on the sly. If her sugar daddy should find out, he
could pull the plug in the whole shebang, and Marsh would left on the outside
looking in. To put Denning in his place, Marsh calls upon a few underworld pals
of his and they give Denning a message he’s sure to understand, capped off with
a sock in the jaw.
But
try as he might, Marsh can’t keep Brock and Denning apart and things come to a
boil when Brock explodes at a pre-opening party. She ends up throwing everyone
out, including her sugar daddy. She also breaks her ankle in the fracas and it
looks as if the show is sunk. But Sugar Daddy Dillon has a solution: his new
squeeze, Anytime Annie. Marsh turns the suggestion down, but Annie herself
pitches for young Sawyer, telling Marsh that if she would turn down this chance
of a lifetime, it must be in favor of someone who is really talented. So, it’s
Sawyer. Marsh rehearses her until she almost collapses, but then she goes on
not only to save the show, but to make it a hit as well.
Once
the musical numbers begin, the movie belongs to Berkeley. The first number,
“Shuffle Off to Buffalo,” about a young couple (Keeler and an uncredited
Clarence Nordstrom) on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls, sets the tone.
Berkeley expands the rail sleeper car into a huge stage, as the just married
couple dances their way down to aisle to the accompaniment of Merkel and Rogers
warbling a cynical parody of the lyrics. From there Powell takes over in his
“Young and Healthy” number, accompanied by Toby Wing, a young actress who might
best be described as Berkeley’s “protégé” at the time. A former Goldwyn Girl,
it seemed as if the talented Wing was heading for bigger and better things, but
her career inexplicably stalled and she reverted back to being the eye candy
that filled out a scene.
Everything
works up to the big finale, where Keeler sings the title song. Right before she
goes on, Marsh gives her the big speech (quoted above). The finale, of course,
is wonderful, with Keeler dancing on that we first think is a stage, but as the
camera pulls back we see that it’s the top of a taxicab. Keeler has been
criticized over the years for her “heavy-footed” dancing in this scene, but
keep in mind that she was trained as an Irish step-dancer (yes, they had them
even back then), and – anyway – she’s just fine as she is. What she can’t do,
however, at least in this film, is act. It’s a good thing her lines
were at a minimum, because she is clearly stage acting instead of film acting –
and there is a difference, a big difference.
Another
line that may at first go unnoticed with all the other innuendo flying around
is Marsh’s entreaty to Andy Lee on the last night of rehearsals, asking Andy to
come home with him that night because he’s lonely. In the Ropes novel, Marsh is
clearly gay and his lover is the show’s juvenile, Billy Lawler, which is how
Billy gets all his roles. But not even Warner’s in all its Pre-Code glory could
go that far, and it was decided to make Billy infatuated with
Peggy instead. Besides, a role such as that for the young Powell would have
killed his career before it even got off the ground.
As
a movie, 42nd Street was just another offering
from Warner Brothers that year, albeit a very popular offering. Today it’s seen
as a groundbreaking classic.
Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933) Director: Mervyn LeRoy and Busby Berkeley (musical
numbers). Cast: Warren William, Joan Blondell, Aline MacMahon, Ruby Keeler,
Dick Powell, Guy Kibbee, Ned Sparks, and Ginger Rogers. Black and White, 96
minutes.
Although
given the material and the time in which it was made, to think that this film
is entirely original would be an erroneous assumption. Its roots go back to a
1923 Warners’ silent entitled The Gold Diggers, a comedy adapted
from a play by Avery Hopwood about the uncle (Wyndham Standing) of wealthy
young Wally Saunders (John Harron) and his efforts trying to dissuade him from
marrying chorus girl Violet Dayne (Anne Cornwall) because he believes all
chorus girls are ruthless gold diggers, only after a man for his money. When
sound arrived the film was remade as Gold Diggers of Broadway in
1929. The story is essentially the same, only now music is added and the film
was shot in two-strip Technicolor.
The
success of 42nd Street caused Warners to
examine other projects that might be suitable; thus it was only natural that
Executive Producer Darryl Zanuck would green light Gold Diggers of
Broadway for an update. The original play and movie focused on the
efforts of two sisters to hit the big time. Gold Diggers of 1933 would
center around three chorines – Keeler, Blondell, and MacMahon – in pursuit of
not only their dancing careers, but also three rich men – Powell, William, and Kibbee.
Their backstage hijinks would be clothed in a hodgepodge of mistaken identity
and screwball romance, flavored with just enough innuendo to keep the
audience’s attention in case things began to flag.
Just
before filming was to begin, Zanuck and LeRoy decided to change the opening,
and in doing so, created not only one of the movie’s most memorable scenes, but
also a trademark scenario for movie musicals in general. The film was supposed
to open with a semi-documentary montage of closed theaters, empty ticket
agencies, and deserted office buildings. After the change, the picture opens on
a theater stage, where we see a performance in progress. As the camera pulls
away we see that it’s a dress rehearsal and the tune being rehearsed is “We’re
in the Money,” with chorines dressed in outfits sporting coinage and Rogers
singing a chorus in Pig Latin. It’s not only pure Berkeley, but also changes
the entire tone of the movie. A musical is no place for realism – especially a
musical set during the Depression.
Of
course, as with any Busby Berkeley Warners’ musical, we eagerly await the end
to see what Berkeley has come up with to entertain and enthrall us this time.
And Gold Diggers of 1933 is no different – not only are we
entertained, we are also awed with the amount of imagination that went into
each number. “The Shadow Waltz,” where Berkeley used 60 electrically-wired
violins and a huge curving staircase to feature them, was definitely
awe-inspiring. The number “Pettin’ in the Park,” was one of the most risqué,
even in those Pre-Code times, and had to be edited down to prevent some state
censorship boards banning the film altogether. The “highlight” of the number
was when the women are caught in a sudden rainstorm and have to change behind a
flimsy screen. They re-emerge in metal costumes that seem to stump the men
until a lecherous baby (played by Billy Barty) hands Powell a can opener.
“Pettin’
in the Park” was supposed to be the last number, but Berkeley moved it ahead,
replacing it with a number he was inspired to write while in Washington D.C.
during the march of the “Bonus Army,” a group of disaffected veterans from
World War I that were seeking advance payment of bonuses due them during the
next decade for their service during the war. The number, “Remember My Forgotten
Man,” is sung by Blondell (voiced by Jean Cowan) and is a deftly produced and
shot plea for those left behind by the economics of the times. It is darkly
pessimistic and owes more to the German Expressionism of the ‘20s than the
American optimism of the musicals of the ‘30s. It also brings the gaiety of the
previous numbers to a crashing halt, giving us all something to think about as
we leave the theater.
Trivia: Watch for the
“call boy” paging the cast before the “Forgotten Man” number. It’s none other
than Berkeley himself.
Footlight Parade (1933) Director: Lloyd Bacon. Cast: Jimmy Cagney, Ruby Keeler,
Joan Blondell, Dick Powell, Frank McHugh, Guy Kibbee, Ruth Donnelly, Hugh
Herbert, and Claire Dodd. Black and White, 102 minutes.
Berkeley
already had some ideas for musical numbers when Gold Diggers of 1933 wrapped
production. He was thinking ahead and knew here’d be another musical soon down
the road. Now all Warners had to do was supply the necessary backstage plot.
While Zanuck and his assistants worked out those necessaries, the studio announced
that none other than Cagney would star. As if another musical from the hot hand
of Berkeley wasn’t enough to draw customers in, the added lure of Cagney
playing against type was certain to draw a curiosity factor. What most fans
didn’t know at the time was that Cagney got his start on Broadway as a dancer
and was always eager to play the same in movies. As soon as he saw the posting
for the role he began lobbying Jack Warner for the role. Zanuck immediately saw
the box office potential of Cagney in the role and quickly acquiesced to his
star’s request.
Now
that they had the star, it was time to secure the supporting cast. Powell and
Keeler were added; after all, they were a big hit in the previous two films,
even to the point where fans thought they were an item offstage, not realizing
that Keeler had been married to Al Jolson since 1928. (When Powell wed
Blondell, some fans were dismayed, thinking that he was married to Keeler.)
Speaking of Blondell, casting her was a natural, for no one in those days –
absolutely no one – could deliver a comic line like her. McHugh, a close
off-screen pal of Cagney’s, was also added in a supporting role, as were Warners
stalwarts Kibbee and Herbert. Now all they had to do was come up with a
passable plot to support the musical numbers.
Cagney
is Chester Kent, a musical producer who finds himself out of work with the
coming of sound. He may be down, but he’s not out. He convinces two partners to
throw in with him in producing a series of live action prologues that will
precede the feature film in theaters. However, everything’s not going as well
as can be expected. For one thing, his main competitor, Gladstone, seems to
have a knack for taking his ideas and beating him to the punch with them.
There’s a leak somewhere, and Blondell as Nan Prescott, his loyal – and
lovesick – secretary, is determined to find it. Nan also has other problems to
distract her. For one thing, she and Cagney’s new gold digging girlfriend,
Vivian (Dodd) don’t get along. But for Blondell, things come together when she
discovers that the source of the leak is none other than Vivian herself, who
has been secretly working for the competition. This leads to the best line of
the picture, when Blondell is kicking Vivian out of the office – literally.
Vivian asks what she’ll do now, to which Blondell replies, “Outside countess.
As long as they’ve got sidewalks you’ve
got a job.”
The
prologue comes off well, highlighted to that point by Berkeley’s number “By a
Waterfall,” featuring an 80-foot-by-40-foot swimming pool, lined with glass so
that Berkeley could film the swimmers underwater. He designed their suits to as
to create the illusion they were naked. They result was so impressive that the
audience at the premiere gave it a standing ovation. (Point of logic: Kent is
producing prologues to fit in theaters. How does one fit anything that size
into a small theater?)
Now
a glitch develops: the male lead in the “Shanghai Lil” finale (with Keeler
impersonating a Chinese woman) gets too drunk to go on. Enter Cagney in his
place, and he and Keeler bring the joint down with their exuberance. Now to the
question that’s been on the minds of almost everyone who’s seen the film: In
the “Shanghai Lil” sequence, is that John Garfield we see as one of the extras
at the beginning? Almost each time I’ve discussed this movie with a film fan,
that question always comes up. What’s really amazing is that Garfield in on
screen for only 5/6 of a second, yet we remember him. Some historians think
it’s him and point to the fact he was doing extra work in addition to his stage
roles in Los Angeles at the time. But others, including Garfield’s daughter,
insist it’s not him. All I can say is that, if it wasn’t Garfield, then he has
an identical twin out there. I will leave the final word to my late wife, a big
Garfield fan since she first laid eyes on him in Four Daughters.
She said it was definitely Garfield in that scene and I will not disagree.
Both
Warner Brothers and Berkeley would go on after this to produce Wonder
Bar, Dames, Gold Diggers of 1935, Stars
Over Broadway, and Hollywood Hotel, using basically the same
formula. And when something is overused it loses its novelty. This is what
essentially happened: the formula used so successfully by Warners grew stale
and was replaced with the Art Deco stylings of producer Pandro Berman’s Fred Astaire
and Rogers musicals at RKO. Berkeley, however, would start afresh at MGM with
Gershwin music and Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland as his stars, creating a new
take on his by now classic style. And just when we began to believe we’d seen
the last of Berkeley and 42nd Street,
it popped up once again, this time on the Broadway stage and became the biggest
thing on Broadway that year. What goes around comes around – only to go around
and come back around again – and again.
Ed,
ReplyDeleteAn addendum to your interesting piece on Busby Berkeley:
1. In the "Remember My Forgotten Man" number, Joan Blondell's voice was dubbed by Jean Cowan in the finale. Sultry singer Etta Moten was featured in the number singing the reprise of Blondell's opening monologue.
2. The gradual waning of interest in the type of musical Berkeley was making was due to many factors, not the least of which was Berkeley's trial for murder in the midst of his prolific rise at the studio. As you noted, his career did flourish at MGM and reached his apotheosis with the 20th Century-Fox film "The Gang's All Here."
Jeffrey Spivak, author "Buzz: The Life and Art of Busby Berkeley"
From Ed:
DeleteJeffrey,
Thanks so much for your comment on the article. Your book is THE reference on the gifted, tragic director. I made the mistake of lending it to a friend when it came out and haven’t seen it since.
1. Yes, it was Jean Cowan doubling Blondell’s voice. I mentioned that in an earlier piece, but for some reason mistakenly substituted Moten.
2. And yes, the waning of interest in Berkeley’s musicals is a combination of several factors: his murder trials, his alcoholism catching up with him, and his breakdown. The Recession of 1937 forced Warner Bros. to cut back. Berkeley‘s musicals were expensive to stage compared to the cost of the Astaire-Rogers format.
Finally, like every other novelty, entropy took over. Nothing lasts forever. But it was a great ride while it lasted. What Berkeley really needed was a rest (which he got) and a change of scenery (which he also got with his move to MGM).