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The Grapefruit Years – Pre-Code Hollywood at the Austrian Film Museum

Wal­king around in my room sin­ging about how much in the money I am and ima­gi­ning I’m Faye Duna­way in Bon­nie and Cly­de doing just about the same after having seen The Gold Dig­gers of 1933 (in a bra. and some coins. loo­king sub­stan­ti­al­ly dif­fe­rent than me while at it) must have been a bad idea. It was then that it occur­red to me that ins­tead of choo­sing any of the more reasonable and poten­ti­al­ly fruitful ways of approa­ching the Pre-Code Hol­ly­wood films (all pro­du­ced by War­ner Brot­hers) which scree­ned at the Aus­tri­an Film Muse­um (on 34 days – I coun­ted them in the hope that I’ll turn up with 33 and dis­co­ver a hid­den homage to the gold dig­gers), I might as well pick the grape­fruit. The reasons why this films might very well qua­li­fy as grape­frui­ty mul­ti­pli­ed in my mind [in a way it was it was like after the Ani­mals retro­s­pec­ti­ve at Vien­na­le – after atten­ding it, one starts noti­cing that the­re are pecu­li­ar­ly many films deal­ing with ways in which to trap birds out the­re. out whe­re?]. Thin­king about how some of the gre­at con-man cha­rac­ters would react if I were to pitch my idea to them encou­ra­ged me. One can hard­ly ima­gi­ne rub­ber-made-out-of-sewa­ge-and-pre­sen­ted-as-gold sel­ling Wil­liam Powell (as Gar Evans in High Pres­su­re) objec­ting to it, nor James Cagney, in almost every other role from the ten one could see him play during the retro­s­pec­ti­ve [both of them fan­ta­stic, yet none of them in the same league as Gas­ton Mones­cu, my abso­lu­te favo­ri­te]. On second thought, the chan­ces of him reac­ting by smas­hing half a grape­fruit in my face are not that slim.cagney

As it hap­pens, this is the first and most obvious reason why Pre-Code Hol­ly­wood is grape­frui­ty. The grape­fruit had a thing for James Cagney and, in Pre-Code, Cagney was a big thing. As far as I know, they star­red tog­e­ther in only two films. In Wil­liam A. Wellman’s won­derful The Public Ene­my Cagney smas­hes half a grape­fruit into his annoy­ing girlfriend’s face. Two years later, Grapefruit(s) and Cagney once again put on a gre­at act tog­e­ther, in Mer­vyn LeRoys Hard to Hand­le (the kids watch it at the cine­ma in Wild Boys of the Road). In an attempt to earn money, Cagney sells shares in an unpro­fi­ta­ble grape­fruit farm by adver­ti­sing that the fruit is of gre­at help if try­ing to lose weight. The enti­re nati­on goes on an eigh­te­en day grape­fruit diet – a joke as bit­ters­weet as the grapefruit’s tas­te. One encoun­ters many of that sort when wat­ching Pre-Code films – they con­cern the Gre­at Depression.

That is also one of the reasons why Pre-Code films are grape­frui­ty. They were made during and (many of them) deal with the Depres­si­on. The mix­tu­re of – loo­king at it now – increased free­dom of expres­si­on (blunt way to put it, the­re eit­her is free­dom or not) and the bur­den of the Depres­si­on lets them appear, at the same time, bit­ter and sweet. As is often the case with grape­fruits, the pro­por­ti­on of bitter/​sweet lar­ge­ly varies in the­se films. A mis­lea­ding first glan­ce might lea­ve the impres­si­on that the (Bus­by) Ber­ke­leys car­ry a big­ger share of sweet­ness and the (Wil­liam A.) Well­mans a big­ger share of bit­ter­ness. Yet the strong con­trast bet­ween hig­hest-class enter­tain­ment and harsh times lets the Ber­ke­leys (it is not unin­ten­tio­nal­ly that I skip naming his co-direc­tors) easi­ly slip to the bit­te­rest end of the sca­le. [This is not to say that it is this aspect that I find most fasci­na­ting about The Gold Dig­gers of 1933, 42nd Street and Foot­light Para­de, the three which were shown. Bus­by Ber­ke­ly is an enorm­ous topic, one that I will not mana­ge to dis­cuss here.] Set­ting poles is, of cour­se, futi­le. It appears to me that the­re is a resem­blan­ce bet­ween the way in which Ber­ke­ley deals with mas­ses and the way in which the régime (per­haps) is (indi­rect­ly) shown to ill-tre­at them in Wellman’s Wild Boys of the Road.



Maltre­at­ment is a cue to ano­ther grape­frui­ty aspect of the­se films. They seem to abound with work­aho­lics cha­rac­ters that easi­ly cross the boun­da­ry to tyran­ny, their beha­vi­or get­ting as bit­ter as it is sweet to watch them. Just to name a few – War­ren Wil­liam as a very bos­sy boss in Employees’ Ent­rance, Ruth Chat­ter­ton as a big com­pa­ny owner in Fema­le, dis­miss­ing admi­rers for the sake of her care­er (yes, fema­les were some­thing else befo­re the Code, though many of the cha­rac­ters even­tual­ly con­vert) and Edward G. Robin­son as a news­pa­per man in Five Star Final, reflec­ting on the lengths to which his indus­try (indi­rect­ly per­haps also the film indus­try) would go in order to keep audi­en­ces enter­tai­ned. Over­all, cha­rac­ters in Pre-Code are grape­frui­ty; not plain bit­ter, not plain sweet. In The Public Ene­my, the grape­fruit has a thing for James Cagney and James Cagney, as Tom Power, seems to have a thing for his fri­end Matt. That an aspect as unclear as the grapefruit’s tas­te vary­ing, which pro­ba­b­ly would not have pas­sed the code.

Ulti­m­ate­ly, the Pre-Code films that scree­ned at the Aus­tri­an Film Muse­um are grape­frui­ty becau­se one can plain­ly see that grape­fruits were the ulti­ma­te trend in mat­ter of eye size. It is not yet very visi­ble that Bet­te Davies has them, but one can cer­tain­ly see that Joan Blon­dell has eyes the size of grapefruits.

Which brings me back to Bus­by Ber­ke­ley and to The Gold Dig­gers of 1933. Its ending, to “Remem­ber my for­got­ten man”, is one of the most beau­tiful things I was able to (re)watch during the retro­s­pec­ti­ve. Along­side it – Regis Too­mey as a blind man wal­king through the rain towards the rail­way, the image out of focus in Other Men’s Women, the smo­ky dis­join­ted­ness of The Public Ene­my and quite a big chunk of ever­y­thing else. I hope I made it snappy.