Thursday, February 22, 2024

James Whale | The Invisible Man / 1933

no way back

by Douglas Messerli

 

R. C. Sherriff (screenplay, based on the book by H. G. Wells), James Whale (director) The Invisible Man / 1933

 

By 1933 the savvy, openly gay director James Whale and his closeted gay screenwriter R. C. Sherriff, both at work on The Invisible Man—released in October of that year—would certainly have seen what was soon coming regarding the Motion Picture Production Code and, in particular, the attitudes of the man who would soon be in full control of it, Joseph Breen.  

 

    Earlier that same year, Breen had raved against the performance of Tyrell Davis as Ernest the dancing instructor in George Cukor’s Our Betters, released in February of that year. And the people from the Hays Board had already descended upon Walter Lang’s late April release, The Warrior’s Husband with regard to the fact that it had been reported in Variety, as I mention in my previous essay, that the filmmakers had hired the entire chorus of the BBB Cellar Revue, a gay nightclub show, to play the emasculated men to the warrior women led by Katharine Hepburn. Reportedly, a great deal of the fun of portraying nearly all the men of the film as pansies was cut by the busy scissors of Breen and his board. Breen suddenly announced that the word “pansy” was now disallowed in films, forcing the March release, Raoul Walsh’s Sailor’s Luck to have a lisping bathhouse attendant notify his friends about the approach of a pansy in Pig Latin: “Hey fellas, etgay the ansypay!” to which the ansypay responded, wiggling his five fingers, “Hi, sailors?”

      As Harry M. Benshoff has suggested in his Monsters in the Closet: Homosexuality and the Horror Film, after the Motion Picture Production Code’s crackdown in 1934, directors in the next couple of decades would increasingly turn to monsters and science in which to code and hide their queer figures, turning homosexuality into the true monstrosity that heterosexual society had always believed it to be.          Of course, Whale has long been interested in just such a coding structure, particularly in his two masterworks, Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein, where the creators behind these monsters were often gay figures, the monsters simply becoming symbols of their dark desires and souls. Even in The Old Dark House, the director had hidden much of his gay message in arcane Biblical passages.

      Yet unlike the werewolves, various vampires, and other monsters of the 1940s and 50s, Whale’s monsters and even their creators seemed to have far more fun than those who later threatened society through their visual differences and strange behavior, something which seems to occur in The Invisible Man as well. Although the scientist, played by Claude Rains as Dr. Jack Griffin, in his insanity later becomes a true villain, before that he is more like a bad boy adolescent threatening the unthinking and crude small town British pub habitues and the equally mindless local police with good reason.

      Strangely, however, this film rarely gets talked about as being a gay film. Even Bernshoff mentions it only it passing. Yet in many respects it is Whale’s most openly gay work.

      It is highly likely that Whale was able to perceive, given Breen’s expressed convictions to rid film of all homosexual figures who, at least had been in the 1930s film as wretched stereotypical types, would soon become “invisible,” H. G. Wells’ metaphor for the character with whom they were now engaged.

 


     If in 1952 Ralph Ellison realized that the same metaphor could be applied to the black community in a majority white society, so did Whale realize that in the primary heteronormative world which had now managed to even wipe out their existence in film, gays had also become invisible. And accordingly, Wells’ monstrously mad scientist, in Whale’s and Sherrif’s hands, was made far more loveable and appealing despite his use of the dreadful drug “monocaine” (clearly a sort of pun on cocaine, hinting at something that is limited to one “mono” as opposed to being shared with others “co”) that he has ingested and that will soon make him thoroughly insane.  

      Early in the work even Griffin’s employer, Dr. Cranley (Harry Travers), in discussion with his daughter Flora (Gloria Stuart), presumably Griffin’s fiancée, describes his young assistant’s disappearance as a “queer thing.”

      Unlike almost any other text of the day, in which such a word would have meant only “strange” or “odd,” we know both the screenwriter and director were fully aware of the other meaning of that phrase, and they employ it here very carefully, Flora herself backing it up with her comment, “He was so strange in those last few days, so excited and strung up” presumably meaning that he was so involved in his experiments that he was no longer paying attention to her. But the added phrase, “excited and strung up” also hints at the behavior of a drug addict or perhaps even a queer man who has just come out, discovering a world outside of the boring stomach experiments of Dr. Cranley.

      Cranley’s other assistant, Dr. Arthur Kemp (William Harrigan), vying for Flora’s attention, summarizes his viewpoint of their affair: “He meddled in things men should leave alone.” Flora immediately wants to know what Arthur means.

      “He worked in secret. Kept a lot stuff locked in a big cupboard in his laboratory. He’d never open that cupboard until he’d barred the door and drawn the blinds. Straight-forward scientists have no need for barred doors or drawn blinds.”

       On one level, of course, he is simply talking about the numerous chemicals and beakers that Griffin works with, reminding us of the laboratory of another such mixed-sexual horror film, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. But the way he describes it also cannot help but remind us of gay men hiding away their porno, locking the door, and closing the blinds in order to masturbate, particularly given the strange usage of “straight-forward scientists” immediately after, suggesting through the word “straight” the heterosexual confederation of men who openly fuck women without need for a closeted world which is precisely what the barred doors and closed blinds hints at.

       But the text here goes even one step further, as Kemp insists, “He cares nothing for you Flora, he never cared about anything but test tubes and chemicals.” In short, Kemp is telling her that her would-be lover’s interest was not in women but in drugs and whatever else, perhaps the chemical pull of his own perverse desires.

 


     The movie, having begun in a Sussex inn where Griffin, already invisible but fully clothed and bandaged arrives looking something like an abominable snow man with sun glasses, to demand a room and a meal, and after that to be left alone. But, of course, Whale has crowded this corner of the world with the same drunken louts and “cackling” Una O’Connor (the word Whale’s stand-in gives to his star actor in the movie Gods and Monsters) who as the inn-keeper drives the men wild with her screaming hysteria and lights up the screen with comedy where darkness otherwise prevails. In some respects, her character, Jenny Hall, is as queer and agitated as she sees her new boarder to be. But she has some reason for her behavior, having seen part of his face disappear. Moreover, when after a few days he has completely overtaken the room with smelly chemicals, beakers, and tubes without paying the rent, which leads her husband up to tell the intruder to leave, only for him to be thrown down the staircase by the powerful Griffin.


      The police are called, mayhem ensues, and the rude mechanical’s imaginations called into doubt by a police inspector. But after, it is finally established with whom they are actually dealing, a menace who at any moment might disappear into thin air—truly the story of so many gay men who hid their sexual beings by pretending to be straight—they are suddenly absolutely terrified, particularly of his ability to become naked without their ability to see him, in other words, for his ability to engage in sex out of sight. The local policeman expresses it best:

 

“He’s invisible that’s what he is. If he gets the rest of those clothes off we’ll never catch him in a thousand years.”

 

     Nudity and nakedness strangely become the dominant metaphors here, a power that even Griffin is totally aware of. As a naked being he can no longer be seen, so he might do anything, kill anyone, destroy thousands, and even control an army without being able to be found and discovered. When the being of whom you are most afraid becomes powerful because of his sexuality, because of his very nakedness, then there is no controlling his behavior. The very fact that he can disappear into his “closet,” can pull off his clothes with full liberty is what makes him both invisible and such a dangerous being. He does not behave like well-dressed, straight-forward (to borrow Kemp’s words) common folk. He is a monster because he is free and in that freedom lies his power.


     The only dangers, as he himself admits, is in his need to eat, when you can see the food within, and in his footsteps, in the very actions he has made through which he can be traced.

     Critic Eric Langberg, in one of the best non-academic essays I’ve read about this film, reiterates how fun most of this all is, at least in the beginning:

 

“Openly gay director James Whale excelled at making films about outcasts from society, considered horrifying by the local mob but in actuality rather sympathetic. Unlike Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein, where I root for the “monster” pretty much the entire time, in The Invisible Man, Griffin is consumed by his ambition to take over the world and becomes truly monstrous. It’s fun to watch, though, how Whale uses the typical mob-mentality conventions of some of his other films and turns the story from comedic to more horrific. The mob following a police officer up to the room to see the Invisible Man is funny.”

 

     Perhaps even more darkly humorous is the fact that in trying to escape the intrusions of the mob of society, in his search for a “way back” to normality, Griffin approaches the straight man Kemp to become his “partner.” “I must have a partner, Kemp,” he announces as if demanding a relationship with the local bully who would rather see him dead.

     But Griffin is now in full control and demands that Kemp give up his own clothing that he might have something to wear over his bandages. And later when it is time for bed, Griffin insists Kemp offer up his own pajamas, again ridiculously insisting upon a relationship between the two that could not possibly exist: “We’re partners, bosom friends.”

     Langberg comments: “Still, though, there are a number of fun little queer moments in The Invisible Man. When Griffin invites himself over the house of fellow scientist Kemp, he insists that he borrow Kemp’s pajamas, because, after all, they’re “bosom friends,” a phrase typically applied to close women. Both men are ostensibly in love with the same woman, too; this is another common device whereby men can work out their attraction to one another.”

     I’d argue, however, that by this time Griffin, in his sense of new power, has simply grown delusional, imagining a relationship—and when you demand to put on another man’s pajamas it is also a sexual relationship, I assure you—with a heteronormative nincompoop, who quickly choses to call the police and his impotent father figure Dr. Cranley instead of helping his new “partner,” let alone share his bed. Kemp locks his study door, closeting himself away from this wild “bosom buddy.”

     Langberg notes another remarkable moment, however, before this film finally begins to get more serious:

 

“And, of course, there’s the thrill of watching the Invisible Man strip down to just a shirt, talking about how he’s going to give the villagers a shock. He takes off his pants with his rear end poking toward the camera. Then, when the policeman opens the door, he jumps and leaps around, laughing. Even though Griffin is invisible, Whale still strategically places a table in front of where his crotch would be, just like you would if his junk was actually flopping around in the visible spectrum. (See: the strategically placed flower in front of the male nude in Will’s apartment on Will & Grace, or the whole scene in The Simpsons Movie where Bart skateboards in the buff). Whale is inviting us to imagine it, even if he isn’t showing it.”

 


     Alas, even such remarkably insightful films such as Whale’s demand that a man who has killed several hundreds in a meaningless railroad crash and tossed many a body to their deaths must come to an end and be destroyed by normative society. They catch this gay man by his footprints in the snow, he wailing out his own sense of betrayal about his wishful lover Kemp: “I put my trust in Kemp. I gave him my secret.” It is perhaps any gay lover’s lament after having felt suddenly that he might control the world with the new force of identity he feels, only to crash back to earth with the reality that since he is truly invisible the flesh he desires can never be his to embrace, to kiss, even to touch.

 

Los Angeles, February 22, 2024

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (February 2024).

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