Saw two more in the past few weeks, bringing me down to 21.
Imitation of Life : The melodrama inherent in this story didn't really put me off as much as it could've because I felt it was generally done with appropriate conviction.
I completely agree with George that Delilah's decision to stay on as basically Bea's foot massager once she likewise was earning millions was both baffling and somewhat disturbing to me. Perhaps if we'd seen a relatively equal reciprocation in their relationship, it might have been alright. But there are no scenes of Bea relegated to her section of the house while Delilah's hosts lavish parties for all of her rich and famous friends (indeed, there's no hint save the ending that Delilah even had any friends who weren't immediately attached to Bea's household). The Douglas Sirk version circumvents this by eliminating the pancake subplot and thus the means of financial independence for the Delilah character (Annie in the later version).
Delilah's self-deprecation is a bit unnerving too, such as when Bea comments on how smart Delilah's daughter is: "Yessum, we's don't get dumb 'til later" (or some such nonsense similar to that).
There's one example of racism thrown at this film that I don't agree with, and that's Bea's supposed "stealing" of Delilah's recipe. I don't agree. Bea
never claims she invented it, she never cuts Delilah out of the profits or turns her back on her, and she was the one who fronted the cash (after begging and scraping for it), marketed the product, and initially took Delilah and her daughter in in the first place. I viewed the initial relationship as a symbiotic one between two great friends. Bea then offered Delilah a grand life of her own, but it was Delilah (aka: the writer(s))who bafflingly refused.
On the plus side, the film does feature what is now one of my very favorite scenes in movie history: Elmer Smith's (Ned Sparks) introduction and subsequent revelation of his million-dollar idea to (
Warning: Spoiler! (Click to show)"Box it."
) I
loved Claudette Colbert's work in this scene, as she goes from amusement and confusion about this strange man to jaw-dropping realization that she's about to become very, very rich. A classic moment.
Overall, I'd say I liked the film, but with some hefty reservations.
The Women was superb. Not a man in sight but hilariously, I don't think there's a single non-throwaway line that isn't directly related to the male gender.
It's all one big catfight (verbal and physical) centered around how husbands are no-good cheaters and the women with whom they cheat are even worse. It's executed to perfection by some of the finest actresses ever, including Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford, Rosalind Russell, Mary Boland, Joan Fontaine, and Paulette Godard. A pre-
His Girl Friday Russell in particular cements her place in my mind as one of the funniest women I've ever seen and proves a master at wordplay, insult humor, physical humor, playing dumb, self-deprecation, and general bitchiness--and she looks gorgeous while doing so.
Only Norma Shearer seems to play it straight, but that's ok. The petty hilarities of the other women are magnified against her "decent and good" foil.
Joan Crawford, herself hamming up her usual "Bitch" characterization to delirious heights, gets the line that sums it all up:
Warning: Spoiler! (Click to show)"There's a name for you ladies, but it isn't used in high society, outside of a kennel."
A whole-hearted must-see. Far better than I was even expecting (and given the cast and director--George Cukor--I was expecting a lot). It seems refreshingly modern for a film bordering on 64 years old.
Evan