Biographical portrayals of writers lives through their
work
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Samuel Beckett |
Of the broad range of human activity available to us, the act of
writing is probably the least exciting for a cinema audience to be asked to observe. But it can’t be denied that there are
a number of interesting movies out there, concerning themselves with the lives
of famous (and infamous) members of the western literary canon. When entertainment value should be considered,
you’d think that watching someone with a
pen and paper in front of them is not exactly
a world-beating idea for a movie. Just some hack sitting down at his
desk, either tearing his hair out from writers’ block, or just ‘there’, in deep
prestidigitation about -- God knows what.
Despite the Paris Review interviews that have been archived for
posterity, and all the biographies, and the autobiographies that pass themselves off
as fiction, (not to say the academic research), writers seem to have us
convinced that they carry out a uniquely
public function in the world. But is this assumption correct, or merely a
collective creation of writers’ lofty ideas about themselves?
I believe that
literary biographies on film fall into two broad categories: one is what I call the ‘literature as public function’ category.
The other, I call the confessional category, in which the writer is more
subjectively portrayed as dissolute,
drug-addled and/or incapable of functioning in normal social activities. The first category provides the public with
the reassuring cliché that writers are concerned human beings, interested in
what ‘normal’ people are, what they do, and their aspirations. They lobby about
important issues on behalf of ‘normal’ people. They criticise repressive social
structures like the government and the Church on behalf of ‘normal’ people.
Hence they push the envelope of possible human experience on behalf of ‘normal’
people. The second or ‘confessional’ category is more problematic, which to my
mind makes it more interesting. In a
number of filmed biographies that use a mixture of fiction and fact, the lives
of writers are mythologised and melded into our collective bourgeois
experience, without us knowing, or probably caring, if the so-called facts as
presented are true, or not.
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Oscar Wilde |
The function
of this second category is not to be historically representative, its purpose
is far more important than that. Its purpose is to enable us to carry
on, as if what writers do is important to the social fabric of our
lives as individuals. Often, its their incoherent personal involvements which
entertain us; or their problems with their art; or problems with their
publishers. We want their lives to entertain us and we are less encouraged to
listen to their opinions about the world. In this respect their public function
is less important than their lived experiences and how these nourish their work
and our appreciation of it.
As a fan of literary
biography, I once recall reading, in tandem, one biography of Oscar Wilde, and
another of Samuel Beckett; you could not find two more contrasting
personalities. Beckett was an aesthete, quiet, shy and retiring. Before he became
famous in middle age, he led an uneventful life. Wilde was
notorious all his life, for his flaunting of Victorian conventions, his
homosexuality and his incorrigible wit. He chose to live in the glare of the
public spotlight and was never ashamed of it, but had enemies who eventually destroyed him. Beckett on the other hand,
never had an enemy, was strict about his privacy, and never sought
the public gaze for any other reason than it was possible that his work could
enlighten people. I’ll give you three guesses as to which book was the most entertaining: it was
the one about Wilde. His very public and intriguing life seems to have been
made for biography and the biographer did not let his readers down.
What point am I trying to make exactly? It’s this: no matter
how much writers may talk, they exist in a state of perpetual self-creation, so
what may have been right yesterday, could be wrong the next -- it’s their
entitlement for putting in so many man hours. I suppose most of us do live in a state of perpetual
self-creation, but the fact is, we just don’t write about it. We live it, and
let the writers write about it. And how important is their function as public
mouthpieces in any case? Wouldn’t we rather see them dissolute, drunken,
sleeping with as many people as they could find, and generally living a life
the rest of us dare not imagine? Despite my reservations, I’ve picked five of my favourite films
about how writer’s lives, and our
perceptions of them become tangled webs
of fact and fiction. It will be easy to see
how my ‘public function’ category has taken a beating lately, as political
correctness is being questioned and writers are being told to loosen up more so
we can watch them making more (and better)
fools out of themselves.
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Emile to the rescue |
The Life Of EmileZola (1937). Made after the advent of the Production Code, but before the
outbreak of WWII. With contributions from at least four writers (see IMDB) and
directed by William Dieterle. Starring Paul Muni in the title role, produced by the Warner Brothers studio, which
pitched its output to a less sophisticated audience. There were a number of
titles in their catalogue such as this starring Paul Muni, and considered as
more prestigious pictures than the studio was used to making, such as ‘The
Story of Luis Pasteur’ (1936) and ‘Juarez’ (1939).
We see the emergence of this
great French writer as he struggles to find his voice in various writer’s
garrets, grappling with personal and professional problems. Not very long into
the film, there is a time jag and we suddenly see Zola as a rich and successful
older man, with his lovely wife and genteel home. At the risk of his personal
comforts, he becomes involved in the Dreyfus affair, a scandal involving a
Jewish soldier transported to Devils Island for a crime he didn’t commit.
The film is expertly
executed and it becomes understandable why Warners chose to make it. Zola is
portrayed as a man of integrity speaking truth to power, a selfless fighter
against injustice and prejudice, in the same way that connects the better
known Warners gangster movies with the
social issues of Depression-era America. ‘The Life of Emile Zola’ almost has an
aspect of propaganda to it, considering it was made before the outbreak of war with
Germany in 1939. It focuses on the
sensitive issues of freedom of speech and the inequities of crime and
punishment. This must have struck a
chord with liberals in the 1930’s who were concerned with German aggression and
what it meant in terms of whether hostilities would break out once again in
Europe after an uneasy hiatus.
The film’s style reminds me of Zola’s writing,
the narrative is reasonably conventional, despite the time jag just mentioned,
and it does not concern itself much with Zola’s personal life, save how he
sacrifices personal considerations in order that he perform the public function
of assisting a man who has been falsely accused of an act he did not commit. In
this way ‘The Life of Emile Zola’ becomes a hagiography to the point of us
today having little choice but to believe what we see in the movie, with no
other surviving recollections or
testaments that Zola’s life may have been any different. Despite this, Zola
emerges only as an enigma, with little personality, merely functioning as a
public mouthpiece with no other purpose than to stir the masses into action. 3 ½ stars
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Another example of the all-star cast. See older post. |
Hemingway’s Adventures of a Young Man (1962). The brainchild of producer Jerry Wald and
made by 20th Century Fox, with an all-star cast including Paul
Newman, Susan Strasberg, and Eli Wallach, with a screenplay by A.E. Hotchner. The
film is an old-fashioned rendition of
the writer-as-hero and a good example of the German bildungsroman, which
concerns a writer’s coming-of-age and his ultimate decision to practice his
true vocation in life. Based on the autobiographical short stories of Ernest
Hemingway, we can never know the veracity of the events portrayed in the book,
much less the film that its’ based upon.
Made with obvious care in the aspects of cinematography, acting and
production design, the film sadly is a bit stodgy, in its efforts to
mythologise Hemingway as a post-war American cultural hero.
Richard Beymer gives
a glum performance as the young Ernest, dwarfed by the scenery, and lost amidst the sturm and drang of family conflict
and the wider tragedy of the First World War’s negative impact on an entire
generation of young people. These Hemingway labelled as the ‘lost
generation’ because of their experience
of European indifference to what I would (perhaps unkindly) label American war neurosis. A deeper examination
of this phenomenon would have been
welcome, but sadly the narrative doesn’t concern itself with themes of such
importance. Instead ‘Hemingway’s Adventures of a Young Man’, is all
around the ballpark and doesn’t seem to be about anything in particular.
As literary biography, it is sadly
lacking in direction or purpose, save the limited criteria to transcribe Hemingway’s stories into a
narrative that the audience will be able to understand. I can’t deny though,
that it works as conservative Hollywood entertainment, reflective of its time
and place. Whilst disappointing and not terribly inspiring,
it endures as a testament of sorts to an
antiquated notion of so-called manhood, and Hemingways’ undying commitment to
such a notion in which he firmly believed. 3 stars
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Jane Fonda plays Lillian Hellman in 'Julia'. |
Julia (1977). One of legendary director Fred Zinnemann’s last feature films, ‘Julia’
is a story originally from the collection ‘Pentimento’ published in the ‘70s by
Lillian Hellman in her emeritus years as an acclaimed American playwright and
screen writer. It was in turn adapted for the screen by Alvin Sargent and stars
Jane Fonda as Lillian and Vanessa Redgrave as Julia. Some critics tossed ‘Julia’
off as being too effete and old fashioned. But the subject matter is compelling
and to make it more so, it’s told from a woman’s point of view, which so
rarely happens in any movie, much less in the genre of literary biography. The story is told in flashback and concerns a reminiscence of how Lillian Hellman once did
a favour for a friend, and how this favour put her in great danger. Hellman was
Jewish and was required to pass through Germany with a sensitive package at a time
when Jews in Germany were the scapegoats of the Nazis. Nevertheless, out of
friendship and a sense of public duty, Lillian succeeds in her task. The
rightness of the task, or even its ultimate purpose, is left up in the air as
the narrative jumps in time to explain Julia’s sad fate. Lillian is unable to forgive what happened,
nor to forget what Julia’s friendship
meant to her.
The sequence in which
Lillian boards the train in Moscow to make a trip into Germany makes for a lot of suspense, the audience
alerted to the fact that it may be possible that she will be prevented by the
Nazis from carrying out her task. If you’re familiar with Hellman’s memoirs,
you will be aware of her radical political stance in the 1930’s and how her
life was detrimentally affected when partner Dashiell Hammett served a prison
term for being a communist sympathiser. She belonged to a generation of writers
who fought Franco in the Spanish Civil War, and supported Russia against
Germany when war broke out in 1939. It
seems natural that ‘Julia’ is primarily concerned with a writer’s attempts, in
her own small way, to be part of a
public political process which has always in the past been the bastion of male
participation. ‘Julia’ wears its feminism on its sleeve in a method which is
audience-friendly, so that no one could possibly be offended by what it’s
trying to say. In a world of limitations, I guess this is necessary if you want
to get your point across without being killed by the critics, or at the box
office in the process.
‘Julia’ actually exists within the frame of a dual
narrative, in which the private lives of the two characters are as important as
their ambitions and fortunes in the public arena. Personally, what I found the
most appealing about this film was its portrayal of the private friendship of
two women, and how that friendship sustained them through wars, and other great
moments in history. 4 stars
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Johnny Depp as Wilmot, the libertine of the title |
The Libertine (2004). Written by Stephen Jeffreys and
directed by Laurence Dunmore, ‘The Libertine’ is the story of John Wilmot, 2nd
Earl of Rochester, who lived during the 17th century of Charles II,
restored to the throne of England in
1660. Alternately a royal favourite, who was banished from court for causing
offence and embarrassment to the monarch, the Earl’s poetry became better known
after his death at the age of 33 years, due to his alcholism, provocative
behaviour and sexual proclivities. ‘The
Libertine’ is by turns, serious and mocking, as it attempts to convince the
audience of the pointlessness of the Earl’s adventures, since, as a man who
does not believe in love, he can never be a romantic hero, but is, instead, a
monster created from his own massive sexual appetites. He rejects absolutely,
the conventional society of which he is
a part, but which he cannot bring himself to acknowledge. The women in his
life, played by Rosamund Pike and Samantha Morton do their best to assuage the
Earl’s debilitating fears and desperation, as he loses Charles’ support and
begins a downward spiral of alcoholism and familial rejection, leading him eventually
to death’s door. From this description, you may ascertain as to the lack of
veracity of the argument that the Earl of Rochester had any interest in
bettering the state of his society. (He certainly didn’t.)
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Mock up of famous Avedon shot for the film |
Writers in 17th
century England struggled along as best they could, with a combination of royal
patronage, and family money, as they were usually high-born aristocrats who weren’t expected to
work. This goes to show that a different context existed for the writer in the
17th century. They did not exist for the betterment of society, but
merely for its entertainment. ‘The
Libertine’ is best described as an
example of confessional biography. It deals with the Earl’s struggles with his
inner demons and his desire for his work to gain some kind of acceptance, if
not from the ‘merrie gang’ he socialises with, then at least from his royal patron. ‘The
Libertine’ is an excellent example of in-your-face confessional. It’s an entertaining re-imagining of what it
must have been like for a man with the Earl of Rochester’s intelligence to be
penned by convention, and ultimately unable to come to grips with his innately
creative nature and aspirations. 4 stars
Capote (2006). Directed by Bennett Miller, screenplay by Dan
Futterman with material based upon the biography by Gerald Clarke. Philip
Seymour Hoffman gives an understated but effective performance as Truman Capote
who, whilst researching the murder of a family in Kansas, forges a relationship
with one of the alleged killers, Perry Smith (Clifton Collins Jnr). Capote
needs plenty of material for his book, but there’s something the killers aren’t
giving away, and it’s the one thing he needs, but I have no intention of
revealing it, since it’s the moral pivot
the movie revolves around. Initially, I
found ‘Capote’ puzzling. It’s pace is leisurely, not hurried. The camera doesn’t seem to move
much and there are many long takes with little MTV-variety cutting. It’s very
lack of a judgmental narrative made me wonder exactly what the film was trying
to say, or, on the other hand, trying to avoid saying. This elliptical approach
was annoying at first, but then grows on you, as you begin to notice small
gestures, and make connections which serve to illustrate Truman’s deepest
feelings about the murders, and his ambivalent relationship with Perry.
Obscure purposes aside, ‘Capote’ is a fascinating journey
concerning the nature of the artistic process, and the price it exacts upon
writers, (but not only them), aware that
their words have the capacity to maybe hurt people, but go on writing anyway.
The writer’s public function in the 20th
century as seekers after truth is
blurred by the ongoing redundancy of popular culture. It chews up and spits out
information, seemingly for the sake of it, with little or no thought for the
lives that are detrimentally affected in the process, and one of the lives in
this case, happens to be that of the writer himself. ‘Capote’ is an elegant, and elegiac,
examination of the writing process in microcosm, over a period of years in
which the work is created, produced, introduced to the world and finally left
to rest. Unfortunately, there is little left of the protagonists, or the
creator, to live to tell the real tale. But at least it’s a good movie. 4 ½ stars