swept up!
by Douglas Messerli
Gottfried Reinhardt (story), Samuel
Hoffenstein and Walter Reisch, screenplay, based on a story by Vicky Baum),
Julien Duvivier (director, with uncredited direction by Victor Fleming and
Josef von Sternberg) The Great Waltz /
1938
The movie, nonetheless, does
have its marvelous moments, including those featuring Strauss’ modest wife,
Poldi Vogelhuber (beautifully played by Louise Rainer)—even the evil Donner
admits, “You probably deserve him more than I do, but he’s going with me.”—her
spirited father and mother, and the whole orchestra of eccentric music lovers
willing to play for free who Strauss brings together in order to promote his
new, as yet unaccepted compositions. His first venue in a large drinking
establishment utterly fails, before the sudden appearance of Donner and
friends, along with the establishment’s owners, who simply by opening the
windows for all of Vienna to hear, sweep them up into the restaurant in a polka
and waltz-dancing frenzy that is what myths are made of. Even I might have been
drawn into such a large cast call of Hollywood dancers. And I could only lay
down my defenses in the utterly silly joy of the masses of Vienna coming to the
rally of local music—not so very different, after all, than Jean Renoir’s
embracement of the can-can in his far more witty and cinematically interesting French CanCan.
Strauss, we are made to believe, was a
kind of revolutionary (in Austria, it appears, anyone who did anything out of
the norm was a revolutionary) in his advocacy of this popular form, as, invited
to a grant aristocratic ball the composer, along with his willing ally Donner,
dares to play a waltz! The scenes are hysterically funny, as the wealthy
audience, first appalled, is gradually seduced by the orchestral cascades, and
ultimately—in an elegant scene, allegedly directed by Josef von Sternberg—are,
as were the ordinary Vienna folk, swept up into its rhythms. It’s absolutely
lovely to think that such music might have had that—or any such effect.
In short, The Great Waltz is
even a greater fantasy about art and those who must (particularly in this case)
briefly suffer the slings and arrows of the conservative world out of which
they have risen.
In the end, I guess, what makes
Duvivier’s film so much fun is that it so completely embraces the kitsch world
out of which Strauss’ music has come, that, as Americans who have taken a shine
to nearly every popular-cultural stich that has come our way, we cannot but be
caught up in its refrains: Da-de-da, da-de-da-da-de-da-da-de-da.. Da-de-da
dot-dot-dot-dot…well you know the rest!
As bad as this movie may be, and even might have been, it is
inexplicably charming nonetheless. Cinematographer Joseph Ruttenberg even won
the Academy Award of 1938!
Los Angeles, September 5, 2013
Reprinted from International Cinema Review (September 2013).
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