the perfect kiss
by Douglas Messerli
William Archibald and Truman Capote (screenplay, based on a
story The Turn of the Screw by Henry
James), John Mortimer (additional scenes and dialogue), Jack Clayton (director)
The Innocents / 1961
After seeing the Los Angeles Opera
production of Benjamin Britten's The Turn
of the Screw, I determined to revisit Jack Clayton's 1961 film, The Innocents, based on the same James
novella. Although I saw it the year of its release, I had not seen it since,
forgetting almost all of its details.
It is apparent from the beginning that the young governess (Kerr, a not
so young 40 at the filming), the daughter of a minister, is completely
inexperienced with regard to worldly matters. Indeed, except for the fact that
Kerr is always so capably in command, we might suggest the character is still a
kind of child. And, for that reason, it might have been better to cast an
ingénue in the role instead of the gifted Kerr. Nonetheless, Kerr works
hard—and somewhat successfully—to convince us of her innocence. If nothing else, we realize that she has no
clue of how to deal with children and is far less sexually aware than they are.
Here, the ghosts of the past were apparently only bad influences upon the children, not perpetuators of horrors. In fact, Archibald's and Capote's screenplay strongly plays down the idea that there really are "ghosts." Every sighting of these figures is made by the Governess alone, while the children and Mrs. Grosse claim to not be able to see anything where Miss Giddens points. Unlike the haunting ululations of Britten's Quint, these ghosts never speak.
It is quite apparent, in this version, accordingly, that much of the
surrounding "horror" of Bly belongs to the imagination of Miss
Giddens, which narrows the possibilities of James' original significantly. By
so clearly suggesting that it is all the product of a slightly hysterical
woman, Clayton loses much of the richness and, most certainly, the true
darkness of James' version. Cinematographer Freddie Francis does his best to
hint at the "blackness" of the place by filming brightly lit objects
against totally darkened backgrounds, and positioning objects at long distances
from each other. Yet, in the end, these often seem like gestures towards
something that we cannot truly believe is there.
What the film does offer in place of the suggestion of child abuse is
the children's eroticism, expressed in their constant whispers and strange
outbursts—amid absolutely perfect behavior—of obscene language and violent
acts, and, in Miles' case, a flirtatiousness that suggests experiences far
beyond his years. The most notable of these is the long kiss upon the lips he
gives Miss Giddens, and her inability to reject it demonstrates that it may be
her first kiss, a kind of "perfect" kiss since it cannot be
reciprocated, only enjoyed. There need not be nor cannot be any emotional commitment on her part, the perfect way for
a potential old maid to enjoy that in which she is too frightened to
participate.
Flora goes into an absolute fit, spewing out obscenities, according to Mrs. Grosse, of which it should be impossible for her to have knowledge. Miss Giddens packs off Mrs. Grosse and Flora to her uncle, despite his command to leave him out of any family situation. Suddenly she is left alone with the focus of her misguided love, Miles.
If she can only get him to say Quint's name, she muses—as if the saying
of the name were a magic elixir that would free him from all former influences.
Symbolically speaking, that would mean that he would have no past—in short, it
would mean his death. Which, as he speaks out Peter Quint's name, comes to
pass. She, at first relieved, goes to him upon his faint before discovering
that his heart has stopped. Now there are no longer any consequences, and she
can kiss him upon the lips as he had her. The abuser, so Clayton suggests,
exists not in the past but in the present, trapped in innocence.
Los Angeles, April 17, 2011
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (April 2011).
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