by Douglas Messerli
Lorraine Hansberry
(screenplay, based on her play), Donald Petrie (director) A Raisin in
the Sun / 1961
There was a great deal
of tension on the Chicago-based set of the film, A Raisin in the Sun in
July and August 1960. Although the excellent cast obviously knew their lines
and were more than competent and willing to work together—they had, after all,
previously performed for months previously in the New York production of the
play—but they were working with a little-known Canadian director, Daniel
Petrie
Hansberry
not only had been told that she “wasn’t allowed to ‘open up’ the original story
by setting scenes on location,” wrote Egan, but that she had to cut almost an
hour of the original script, material that she felt set the major actions
within social and philosophical issues of the day. Moreover, within that hour
of cuts were nearly all the comic moments of a work that, in its attempt to
create a black version of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman,
resulted in a work that was even more “miserably
realist.”
The
young, first-time writer Hansberry had packed her play, moreover, with so many
social and psychological concerns—the decreasing significance of male blacks in
family life, the shifting values of younger blacks represented by Beneatha
Younger, the churchgoing values of the older generation as embraced by the
family’s mother, Lena, and numerous other hot-button issues such as white
racial prejudice, abortion, Afro-centrism, thievery, alcoholism, and personal
betrayal, that the play had come to the screen with a hefty burden on its back.
For
all that, the play, in its family-based ideology, often seemed claustrophobic
and confined. Just a few years later, Black playwrights such as Adrienne
Kennedy, Amiri Baraka, and later still, figures such as Suzan-Lori Parks would
bring up new issues and open new ways of expressing them, while Hansberry was
sill intent on writing a well-made play in the manner of the white theatrical
patriarchs such Eugene O’Neill, Thornton Wilder, and Arthur Miller.
According to Ben Mankiewicz, introducing the film on TCN the other day, when I watched it once again, there was also an intense disagreement between the two leads, Claudia McNeil as Lena and Sidney Poitier as Walter Lee, who both felt that they were at the center of the work. In fact, I would argue, they were both right, since their characters would surely have argued the same thing, perceiving themselves at the center of this familial community.
Hansberry herself had joined the first US organization for lesbians, the
Daughters of Bilitis, and was writing for their magazine, The Ladder,
at the time she wrote the play; and it is quite clear, as Le Beau argues, that
Beneatha is a queer-coded figure, a future lesbian like the author who will not
fit into any of the current Youngers’ definitions of themselves within the
frozen notions of normative US culture they still embrace. Even though the
central argument of the plot is about purchasing a new house, there is no real
“home” in which these figures can even gather to challenge one another’s
notions of reality.
Indeed,
one might argue that if the tensions were high on the set, there was really no
“set,” in the sense of a Hollywood shoot; rather, Petrie and his
cinematographer, Charles Lawtorn, Jr. had rigged up kind of “stage.” Petrie’s
struggles to take the play out of the Younger living room and kitchen were
mostly unsuccessful, allowing him only a few moments to show Walter Lee at work
driving a Cadillac, set against the soft jazz strains of Laurence Rosenthal’s
score, and later, planting him in a bar where Lena comes to retrieve him. But
otherwise, the film reads as a kind of close-up recording of a stage
production.
For
all of that, however, this movie immediately grabs the viewer by the lapel and
doesn’t let go until Lena picks up her beloved flower and turns out the lights
of the long-rented rooms wherein the Younger family members have lived out
their lives.
Yes,
the characters are all types, but each is given his or her due and, because of
the excellent acting, each comes off with some dignity: Walter Lee is the
pained dreamer, who hasn’t quite the imagination, however, to escape the
limitations placed upon him by situation and society alike; Ruth (Ruby Dee), as
the suffering and fed-up wife, who nonetheless continues to love and support
her husband with everything she has to offer; the worn-out yet inspired Lena,
easily balances her no-nonsense logic with the selfless recognition of the
needs of those around her; and Beneatha (Diana Sands), representative of a new
generation is confused and tortured as the old without truly knowing why, yet
may possibly be able to finally escape the chains that still bond this black
family to their roots in slavery.
Petrie’s
version lacks nearly any humor, and thrusts each of its many “themes” in its
viewers’ faces like so many stink-bombs, that explode, one by one, in this
family’s life. How the Youngers can find a way to unification and dignity after
what they face within 128 packed minutes of the drama, is nearly unimaginable;
yet Hansberry, far better than Miller I would argue, swiftly pulls the cloth
off the fully-set table with an unexpected grace—the very moment the family,
now led by chastised Walker Lee, is about to give up on any further
dreaming—worthy of the greatest of magicians. And it is with significant pride
that the Youngers, represented by the nurturing Lena retrieving her pot-bound
begonia, move on to the blandishments of American suburbia, leaving us behind
in tears of joy and well-wishing.
Los Angeles, May 19,
2015
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (May 2015).
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