If Silents Were Golden… 1920-21

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The Last

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 (Associated Prod.; Maurice Tourneur & Clarence Brown)


Honorable Mention1a

Rex Ingram’s lush, stylish epic The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse rode roughshod over the year’s competition when it galloped into movie theaters in 1920-21, dwarfing in size and scope nearly all other native offerings. Concerning the Franco-Prussian branches of an Argentinean family who find themselves on opposing sides during WWI and the prodigal son spiritually redeemed by serving his country, it captured the shattered idealism wrought by the recent conflict, bringing it all home to the cynical, disenchanted Lost Generation and becoming one of the biggest box office hits of its era.


With its mature, sympathetic treatment, beautiful, landmark low-key cinematography by John Seitz and the discovery of a major new star in exotic Latin Lover Rudolph Valentino, the movie typified the more sophisticated, modern cinema of the Roaring Twenties. Hand-picked for the lead by canny Metro scenarist June Mathis, former bit player Valentino’s scintillating demonstration of the tango would become one of the legendary moments in film history, fully justifying her faith in him and instigating the ’20s craze for other Ibáñez adaptations. Unfortunately, The Four Horsemen’s anti-war sentiments, which were so highly lauded in their day, hardly come across now given all the clichéd, anti-Hun propaganda again trotted out for show. The film even includes a wild, drunken officers’ orgy worthy of von Stroheim.


Director Ingram’s films were celebrated for their sumptuous look, but for sheer pictorial magnificence there was one other film released in 1920-21 that surpassed The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. It was The Last of the Mohicans, a visually exquisite adaptation of James Fenimore Cooper’s storied leather stocking tale. Jointly directed by the silent screen’s great visual stylist Maurice Tourneur and assistant Clarence Brown, it managed to match The Four Horsemen’s cinematography shot for glorious shot. In addition to its soaring imagery, The Last of the Mohicans unfolds its brisk tale with the stately, elegiac grandeur of a terse, tone poem. Though their picturesque qualities run neck and neck in a race too close to call, I’d still rank the Tourneur film a shade over The Four Horsemen. In fact, I’d place The Last of the Mohicans in a class by itself, and I’m not alone in estimating it so highly. In his indispensable history of American Silent Film, William K. Everson rated it a masterpiece.


During the French and Indian War, Uncas (Albert Roscoe), the last of the once mighty Mohican nation, rescues soldier’s daughter Cora Munro (Barbara Bedford) after duplicitous Huron scout Magua (Wallace Beery) leads her traveling party into an ambush. Strongly attracted to brave Uncas, Cora spurns the attention of cowardly captain Randolph (George Hackathorne) who spitefully informs the French forces of a tactical weakness, forcing the English to surrender their fort. Despite assurances that all woman and children will be evacuated to safety, Magua incites his tribe to attack them anyway.


Attempting to flee the massacre, Cora and her sister Alice (Lillian Hall) are accosted by Magua who abducts the younger girl, forcing Cora to follow him before a Delaware tribal council where the pursuing Uncas and Maj. Hayward (Henry Woodward) eventually overtake them, demanding justice. When Alice is judged to be Magua’s rightful captive under Indian law, Cora barters to take her place. Rescinding her sister to Heyward’s care, Cora follows Magua out of camp, while Uncas vows to hunt them down the moment sanctuary ends at sunset. The pair is tracked to a mountain ledge where Cora has kept her captor at bay by threatening to jump if he approaches. Momentarily nodding off, she’s seized by Magua who retains a tight grip despite Cora’s attempt to make good her threat. Seeing Uncas approaching in the distance, she tries to scramble back up the rock face only to have Magua, who has spied his enemy as well, pry her fingers loose causing Cora to fall to her death. In the ensuing struggle, Uncas is also killed and the fleeing Magua brought down by a musket shot from Uncas’ father, Chief Great Serpent (Theodore Lorch) and Hawkeye (Harry Lorraine), a white man who has thrown in his lot with the Indians. The dying Uncas’ final gesture is to tenderly take Cora’s limp hand. His body is placed on a wooden spirit tower, where his father stands sad sentinel, mourning the passing of the last of the Mohicans.

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An upshot of the success of 1992’s The Last of the Mohicans was that it revived interest in the far more faithful silent adaptation, which was made available to the home video market that same year in a version that did full justice to its glorious visuals. I was fortunate enough to view this beautiful print as part of AMC’s First Annual Film Preservation Festival and watching it was one of those formative movie experiences that completely changes the way one responds to the art. It’s a memory I’ll cherish forever and subsequent viewings of the film have failed to dampen my initial enthusiasm.

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Distinguished by exquisite artistry, the films of Maurice Tourneur are impossible to discuss apart from the surpassing loveliness of their imagery. Credited with introducing visual beauty to the American screen, in pictorial terms Tourneur was Rex Ingram’s only serious rival during the silent era. Not coincidentally both men were classically trained artists before coming to movies and brought that same creative sensibility to bear on the infant medium. An apprentice of sculptor Rodin and muralist Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, Tourneur had been an interior decorator, magazine illustrator and graphic designer. Considering the frame like his canvas, he carried over into the cinema a fine feel for compositional balance, stylized design, the flow of lines and contours, tonal gradation, shading, lighting and the temperature of colors (his films must be viewed tinted and toned). Seen today, his directorial style makes sense of such piquant terms as ‘painting with light.’ Possessing a visual elegance apparent even to the casual observer, Tourneur’s films are among that rarefied breed capable of invoking an aesthetic response in the viewer. His unerring artistic eye renders each masterfully framed shot so stunningly, they can be heartbreaking in their flawless beauty. One responds emotionally to such evocative, atmospheric images as that of a tattered English soldier arriving half dead at command headquarters to announce the advance of Montcalm’s forces, or three garrison troopers lined up hillside at daybreak, drumming roll call as the British flag is hoisted in time to the rising sun.

Most impressive of all are Tourneur’s trademark shots from darkened interiors, with figures silhouetted against outside light, such as the dank wine cellar where the sick and wounded soldiers are holed up during the massacre as Hurons stream past the windows, the vision of Uncas standing sentry at the cave mouth and even better, at film’s fadeout, a glimpse of his dispirited father’s vigil by the graveside as the sun sets lotm305aforever on the Mohican people. The groupings inside the cave itself position characters in a manner meant to take optimum advantage of chiaroscuro lighting, making the Huron shadows cast on the rock walls as they comb every crag and crevice seem even more menacing. When Magua’s shadowy hand creeps over Cora’s prostrate form later, its ominous, distended features could have been envisioned by F.W. Murnau for his Nosferatu the following year. Lush, location photography with Big Bear standing in convincingly for the Hudson River Valley, boasts gorgeous scenery and superb vistas, including scenes of war canoes skimming across the shimmering, still surface of the lake. The camerawork of Philip Dubois and Charles van Enger might have been based on Romanticist painting. It’s so ravishing that the picture at times resembles a landscape watercolor come to life. Watching a Tourneur film like this goes beyond moving pictures; it’s like viewing the moving canvas of some old master.

Having emigrated from France in 1914 to manage the local branch of the Éclair Company the director, as related in Harry Waldman’s Maurice Tourneur: His Life and Films, gathered about him an impressive array of fellow expatriates, including set designer Ben Carré and cinematographer John van den Broek, who would drown during shooting in 1918. Together these talented artisans helped bring a distinctly European flavor to early American cinema. Tourneur also continued the fine arts tradition of taking ulotm (80)ander his wing a promising young protégé in Clarence Brown who served as assistant director on nearly all Tourneur’s films from 1915 onward. When Tourneur was laid up by an accident during production on The Last of the Mohicans, Brown took over directorial duties for the duration. Adhering to detailed shooting instructions, the apprentice proved to have studied his mentor’s methods so meticulously, the end result proved indistinguishable from the Tourneur house style. Consequently it’s difficult to ascertain who deserves principal credit for the film’s outstanding quality. While assistant Brown was responsible for shooting the majority of the movie, the atmospheric look, feel and mood are so in keeping with Tourneur’s temperament one can’t see where the teacher left off and his student began. Conceived and shaped by Tourneur’s guiding vision, The Last of the Mohicans seems an unmistakable auteur piece from start to finish, despite the generous assist from other hands.


And yet it’s likely due to Brown having performed in more than an assistant capacity that the film has the furious tempo it does. Where Tourneur’s pictures were occasionally criticized for their slow moving, stylized theatricality, the brisk pacing of The Last of the Mohicans rarely lets up for a moment, ensuring that this Tourneur movie really moves. Rather than indulging in picture postcard still lifes, formal beauty for its own sake, Tourneur’s worst fault, the cinematography is lotm (42)subservient to the story for once. The movie’s three major action set pieces – the ambush at the cave which briefly subsides before concluding at the block house, the Fort William Henry massacre and the climactic cliff peak standoff – have all been expertly staged and choreographed. One never forgets such suspenseful scenes as the hand-to-hand knife fight between Magua and Great Serpent which begins with the two circling each other, weapons at the ready, the camera panning around them before each runs directly toward the lens. The astonishingly put together Fort William Henry massacre is truly bloodcurdling, treating viewers to such hair-raising sights as a wild eyed Huron crawling into the shade of an overturned wagon where a young mother has huddled for safety. Creeping closer and closer toward the camera and into a luridly graphic close up, when he hurls her baby into the air the unexpected act is as startling in its savagery as that scene where an infant was lotm05tossed out the window in The Heart of Humanity. Brown used a perambulator for the bravura tracking shot where he follows alongside Cora’s terrified little group as they attempt to pick their way through the carnage without attracting notice. Our attention, like theirs, has been so distracted by the violence swirling all about them we’re as startled as they are when the camera comes to a screeching halt before the startling figure of Magua suddenly blocking their path. While there’s much in The Last of the Mohicans that was clearly inspired by D.W. Griffith, the great director would return the compliment in kind. The Indian massacre which climaxed his historic epic America, with bodies piling up outside the barracks, was staged in flattering imitation of the Fort William Henry massacre here. And it’s to The Last of the Mohicans’ credit that the Griffith sequence seems no better mounted nor tautly sustained.

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The cliff top climax, with Cora dangling from that precipice is intended to recall the Little Sister’s suicide in The Birth of a Nation as well, but only to call attention to a stark thematic difference. Whereas The Little Sister leapt to her death rather than suffer racial ‘dishonor,’ here Cora claws desperately at the rock trying to regain her footing in an effort to be reunited with the man she loves, despite his being of a different ethnicity. The antithesis of what the Griffith film was saying, in this regard The Last of the Mohicans is a definite departure. This movie about clashing cultures deals most impressively with the way in which whites and Indians get along together despite their different castes, creeds, races and religions.


Mohican brave Uncas, English girls Cora and Alice, British major Hayward, Christian pastor David Gamut, Chief Great Serpent and Hawkeye, a white man who has turned his back on his own race to take up life in the forest with the Indians, find themselves suddenly united by “the bonds of a common danger.” Initially, that’s what also draws together Cora and Uncas, who would have otherwise been “so widely separated by the mystery of birth.” The great divide between this white woman and this Native American is accentuated by the mountain chasm parting them at the finale. Filmed amid the vertical rock cliffs of Yosemite Valley so that the expanse of space between them seems insurmountable, the title, “Across the trackless waste – the cry of heart to heart” would tend to indicate that the strength of their love is capable of bridging that gulf.


It’s likely that Tourneur, with his painterly eye, was drawn to this material by the opportunity it afforded for aesthetically pleasing visual contrasts, like that precious shot of a black horse mourning its fallen white mate. But regardless, in its depiction of the interracial romance The Last of the Mohicans subverted traditional movie mores to a degree no other American film had since Broken Blossoms. And the love story lotm (78)ahere goes further than Griffith had dared. This is no spiritually chaste, one-sided affair from afar but rather a fully reciprocated, earthy physical attraction, with the white woman shown to be as drawn to the Native American as he is to her. There’s no mistaking their mutual interest, which may be a portrayal totally unique in all of silent cinema. Cora’s attraction to Uncas immediately serves to set her apart from other silent movie heroines and Barbara Bedford, an almond-eyed, darkly somber beauty, fashions a fascinatingly offbeat, complicated characterization that critic Andrew Sarris described in his book The American Cinema as “expressively perverse,” cutting clear across the years. In an era of virgins and vamps, her Cora seems startlingly forward and direct in her emotions. Possessed of a matured woman’s longings and desires, she doesn’t play her attraction to Uncas innocently, but rather knows what she wants and is very daring in making her feelings apparent.lotm166a I think Bedford’s best moment is when Cora sings Uncas’ praises as he stands stoically in a blanket with his back to camera after reuniting her with her father. Excitedly gushing about his heroic deeds, she unwittingly makes her feelings toward him so obvious that her father gives her a searching look, causing her to remember herself and blush at her impropriety. Cora even admits Uncas into her bedroom at night for a clandestine rendezvous, something no properly brought up young lady would ever do. Her eyes glazed by the tedium, to Cora Uncas represents freedom from her staid, conformist existence. When Randolph stifles a yawn during the minuet, nervously darting his eyes about the room to ensure no one has seen him, the hint of a smile playing across Cora’s lips makes it obvious she sympathizes with fellow feeling, being just as bored by the social conventions. Still waters run deeplotm2a and beneath the deceptive surface, this woman who politely plays the harp like an angel secretly yearns for blood and thunder. Where a title states that “Even in a wilderness, gently bred women somehow maintain the grace and dignity of life,” we realize that to Cora this belies the purpose of coming to such a place to begin with. Like a heroine in a bodice-ripping romance novel, she longs for adventure, the liberating abandon embodied by the untamed Indian freeing her from the constraints of polite society. This is why her attention is immediately arrested by the appearance of Uncus, who gives her a glimpse at a life she never expected to experience firsthand. Tellingly, when Cora first claps eyes on him, he does not enter the fort but instead stands framed in the doorway, an intermediary figure in this transitional place, situated between the indoors and outside, the civilized and the savage.


Backlit by the streaming sunlight, its warm, inviting ambers adorning him with the romantic halo Cora’s ‘girlish fancy’ invests him with, Uncas embodies the romance of the great outdoors pouring into her pastel life of placidity. Her romantic appraisal of him as a prince among his own people imparts a fairy tale atmosphere to this sleepy hollow. He’s the prince charming she wishes would wake her from her prolonged slumber, lotm147abringing her to full, responsive life for the first time. Ambushed in the forest, she’s exhilarated to take part in the action, loading muskets until the powder horn runs empty, proving herself useful during battle by resourcefully ripping her traveling scarf to patch the lead balls. Randolph scolds Cora, “the daughter of Col. Monroe! – Admiring a filthy savage,” but her withering look of disapproval tells us what she thinks of his superior attitude. He may be aghast that she could find anything to admire in such a native son, but the movie breaks novel ground in presenting the upstanding Indian as the hero of the piece, instead of the pale face. The Uncas of actor Albert Roscoe, who had been Theda Bara’s leading man, puts things in “The simple words of a savage…” as stated in the simple words of this silent, but The Last of the Mohicans reveals depths of sympathy and understanding for marginalized others rare for films of that era. All the representative whites are, to a man, depicted as less chivalrous, lotm (35)dependable, trustworthy, heroic, brave and virile than this ‘noble savage.’ Colonel Monroe respectfully shakes Uncas’ hand after he rescues his daughters while Montcalm and his military brass scornfully turn their backs on Randolph’s Benedict Arnold, after he proves a turncoat to the flag he serves. Both Randolph and the psalm singing preacher desert the women in a crisis rather than defending their honor. Uncas, on the other hand gallantly treks across the unmapped wastes of America’s lush northern frontier in his odyssey to rescue Cora. Even the otherwise stalwart Maj. Heyward consistently requires his rescue, first when a Huron gets the better of him on a boulder at the cave then from the chopping block at the stockade. And unlike the indignant Uncas, Heyward is more than willing to let Cora become Magua’s squaw if it will save his own Alice from such a fate. The real villain of the piece however is Magua, and much pain has been lotm (59)ataken to draw a clear line of demarcation between the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ Indian. Knowing the besieged party is out of ammunition for instance, Uncas wastes his last shot in a mercy killing, putting a wounded enemy out of his misery. The pitiless Magua on the other hand subsequently states, “I don’t kill my prisoners. I torture them.” Though his starring days were still far in the future, Wallace Beery steals the show as the heavy. Magua gives him an early opportunity to portray the sort of gruff, vulgar, slovenly, uncouth character, both dangerously volatile and slightly oafish, for which he’d win wide admiration in the coming years. By the end of the decade his bulging filmography would include other notable appearances in Behind the Door, The Virgin of Stamboul, Robin Hood, The Spanish Dancer, The Sea Hawk, The Lost World, The Pony Express, Old Ironsides, Beggars of Life, among others. He was even in The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.


Playing this part to the hilt, Beery’s deliciously impudent in the amusing scene where he intimidates cowardly captain Randolph by toying with a fresh scalp, cleaning it with his buck knife, then wiping the blood off on his leg. Magua functions in this story as a divisive element, setting French against English, Indian (Mohican) against Indian (Huron), instigating Hurons to defy the authority of their chiefs, sister against sister by lotm (68)aforcing Cora to become his squaw to save Alice. It’s only with his elimination that Cora and Uncas can be united and lasting peace established. After seeking to pry them apart the entire film long by claiming Cora for himself, it’s simple irony that it should be Magua to unite the lovers in death, ensuring both eternal bliss in the happy hunting grounds. Tourneur has turned Cooper’s buckskin epic of the colonial frontier into a romantic tragedy worthy of Shakespeare. Like Romeo and Juliet, Cora and Uncus are martyr figures whose deaths inspire a cessation of hostilities between their warring factions. Their sacrifice serves to blood the keel, consecrating the democratic principles upon which the forthcoming country will be founded, wherein all races, classes, creeds must find a way of getting along together in order to peaceably coexist.


Seamlessly combining the burial customs of two disparate cultures, the funeral epilogue serves as the movie’s most liltingly graceful visual plea on behalf of the American melting pot. Cora, with the blessing of her bereaved family, is interned according to tribal custom by Indian maidens who bestrew her grave with flowers after mournfully conveying her shrouded body over a symbolic little bridge. This funeral dirge, with its dove of peace symbolism and a Christian priest presiding over the native burial rites, is treated as a ‘bridging’ itself, a blending of both worlds in an effort to close the cultural gap.

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This tragic finale also serves to evoke the full weight of historic genocide. Having been cursed to live long enough to witness his line die out, Chief Great Serpent mourns in the movie’s most poetic flight of fancy, “Woe for the race of red men! In the morning of life I saw the sons of my forefathers happy and strong and before nightfalllotm464a I have seen the passing of the last of the Mohicans.” Regrettably, the real reason why the once mighty Mohican nation has been reduced to the verge of extinction is evaded in the film. By sublimating all villainy into the character of Magua, who kills off the sole surviving descendant, whites are effectively whitewashed of culpability in the decimation of America’s indigenous population through disease, spirits and the policies of manifest destiny. While the tragic theme is undermined by the film’s refusal to point any accusatory fingers, when Hawkeye, the one white man who fully grasps the enormity of what has transpired, offers Great Serpent his hand at the end it’s in collective apology for the historic sins of his people. Even without making an overtly political statement, as social commentary the movie is as daring as The Vanishing American in its implied criticism.


The Last of the Mohicans was the inaugural release of Associated Producers, the independent company founded by Tourneur along with a collective of fellow directors including Allan Dwan, Tom Ince, J. Parker Reade, Mack Sennett, and Marshall Neilan. While it would prove the finest achievement of that short-lived lotm06film concern, a more auspicious legacy couldn’t have been left to posterity. With virtually every delicate, finely shaded, lovingly detailed shot suitable for framing in a gallery, if ever there was a work of art crying out for conservation this is it. Excerpting critic Burns Mantle’s vintage review of the film in Photoplay, George Eastman House curator James Card quoted in his book Seductive Cinema, “If we had a National Cinematographic library, as we should have, into the archives of which each year were placed the best pictures and finest examples of the cinematographic art achieved during the year… I certainly should include The Last of the Mohicans.” Over seventy years later Mantle would get his wish. In 1995, The Last of the Mohicans was officially inducted into the National Film Registry by the Library of Congress.stclick3a

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