L a - b e a u t é - s a u v e r a - l e - m o n d e ~ D o s t o ï e v s k i

L a - b e a u t é - s a u v e r a - l e - m o n d e  ~  D o s t o ï e v s k i



Saturday, December 19, 2015

Greta Garbo, publicity for "Mata Hari", photographs by Clarence Sinclair Bull, 1931


This is probably my favorite of all the portraits of Garbo; I had a framed print of it - torn from a book - on my wall during most of my twenties.

After my recent post about the real Mata Hari, G and I decided to re-watch the Garbo film that is very loosely based on her story. We hadn't seen it in a long time, and were swiftly reminded why neither of us had exactly been eager to keep it in frequent rotation. It's really not a very good film at all, and its historical inaccuracy is nothing to the rest of its problems. Ill-paced, blandly shot, and poorly acted by everyone involved - for all her legend, Garbo was at best an inconsistent actress - with poor Ramon Novarro the worst of it; his rather girlish Mexican-accented Russian accent is laughable. Or would be laughable if he weren't so dull an actor. But then the whole film is dull. It's stilted as so many of the early Talkies are stilted, especially at MGM. (Background music - underscoring - didn't really get going until about two years later with Max Steiner's score for "King Kong"; these films may have been improved with a little appropriate music to help things along.)


Really, the only reason now to watch the film is to marvel at Adrian's costumes. Asymmetrical swathes of heavily embroidered and sequined velvet, or entirely beaded, most of them strangely androgynous for a character who is so celebrated for her sexuality. And, interestingly, except for one brief scene - the beginning of which is, to me, the one actually memorable moment in the film; orchids are involved - her hair is completely hidden by a serious of beaded and bejeweled skullcaps and close-fitting headdresses. (The scene I mentioned was originally preluded by a love scene where the "Divine Garbo" wore Adrian's least ornamented creation; she was all but nude. I've included an image of that simplest of gowns in another post.)


In the film's last scene, with the convicted Mata Hari preparing herself for the firing squad - and carefully deluding her silly and temporarily blind lover - Garbo has traded in her outrageous finery for the plainest black, and her own pulled-back hair takes the place of her lavish and sleek caps. These portraits by Garbo's favorite photographer, Clarence Sinclair Bull, are styled to illustrate that last scene. These are probably the "purest" of his Garbo portraits, and are among my favorites.




7 comments:

  1. For your eyes only:

    If Ramon Novarro speaks Mexican, you speak American?
    If Ramon Novarro speaks Spanish, you speak English?

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    1. Ah... but you - could - say I speak "American", Maria! Well, "American English", anyway. ; )

      Certainly, Novarro's accent isn't Castilian or Argentinian or Cuban. But I definitely get your point; you are quite correct. : )

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  2. Wonderful images, which reminded me of the famous line from Sunset Boulevard: "We didn't need dialogue: we had faces!" Interestingly, Adrian had dreams of being an opera singer, and studied with Anna E. Schoen-Rene—considered a great voice teacher at Juilliard who was a student of Pauline Viardot-García and Manuel García—sister and brother in the old Italian school of singing.
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    1. Adrian as an opera singer - that seems such a strange idea, somehow. Looks as though he linked up with a strong line of teachers; I certainly know of the García/Viardot-García/Malibran/de Bériot ménage.

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  3. very dull movie, as you say, but one that's great to have on to watch as 'background' while doing other things. Just the look of it is fantastic. sets / costumes -etc.

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  4. Wonderfull images of the “Swedish Sphinx”.

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  5. Just herself in this photoset, simple makeup and great lighting.
    Garbo did not need the jewels big enough to choke a horse or glitzy gowns like Crawford and Dietrich
    to shine. The brillance came fron within .
    -Rj in the IE

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