COMEDY GOLD #7: The morning after from My Man Godfrey (1936)


My Man Godfrey (1936), the screwball comedy with a conscience. Apart from being insanely hilarious, its commentary about social injustice is still as relevant today as it was in the Depression era.

In it, high-society lunatics are on a scavenger hunt. The task? Find a homeless man and take him to the Waldorf-Ritz Hotel. Cornelia Bullock (Gail Patrick) finds herself a ‘forgotten man’, Godfrey (William Powell) and offers him five dollars if he agrees to come with her. Irene Bullock (Carole Lombard), Cornelia’s sister and the ultimate airhead, doesn’t want her sister to win and immediately goes to talk to Godfrey, who agrees to go along with her. They arrive at the hotel and Godfrey addresses the crowd, condemning their behavior, after which Irene apologizes, offering him a job as her butler.

The next morning, everybody’s hungover and Godfrey has to deal with it – on his first day, no less. Mrs Bullock (Alice Brady) is mostly out of it, Cornelia throws him out of her room, and when he walks into Irene’s room, she doesn’t remember hiring him. She asks him, in her typical Carole Lombard loveliness, if he’s the new butler and what happened to Godfrey. She soon becomes smitten with him, and tells him he’s her ‘protege’. You know, like Carlo (Mischa Auer), mom’s protege. Godfrey is a bit skeptical about it, but he handles her and her ditziness with his usual charm and professionalism.

To be honest, I could have chosen any scene (the ‘Godfrey loves me, he put me in the shower!’ scene is one of the greatest in screwball history), but this is an especially delightful moment. What I love about it is that it establishes their relationship in an understated and charmingly funny way, without letting it go where you’d expect it to. Right away, this scene firmly places Godfrey as the voice of reason in this madhouse. The sane one. The one with a brain and integrity. The one socialites could learn a thing or two from. His assessment of Cornelia (‘Park Avenue brat’) later on is a particularly poignant moment and, again, still relevant today.

In a world of endless parties and ditzy millionaires, My Man Godfrey, like any Gregory La Cava picture (Stage Door (1937) being the other big one), makes a statement about society without ever losing its charm. It’s one of the ultimate screwball comedies and one that has stood the test of time beautifully. Crazy how La Cava never gets the recognition he deserves.

DOUBLE BILL #16: Rebecca (1940) and The Ghost and Mrs Muir (1947)


I like ghost stories. I like how they can be anything, how they can fit into an array of genres without ever losing themselves. I like the possibilities in them and how much you can get out of them. Rebecca (1940) and The Ghost and Mrs Muir (1947) are certainly perfect examples of this.

In Rebecca (dir. Alfred Hitchcock), a naive young woman (Joan Fontaine) meets and falls in love with Max de Winter (Laurence Olivier) while working as a companion to Mrs Van Hopper (Florence Bates) in Monte Carlo. They marry soon afterwards, and she becomes the second Mrs De Winter, moving into the beautiful, gothic Manderley mansion, where the memory of Rebecca, the first Mrs De Winter, who died years before, is still very present…

Based on the novel by Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca is, of course, a ghost story without the ghost. Rebecca’s ghost is a psychological, metaphorical one. She lives through the residents of Manderley, who refuse to let her go. And the second Mrs de Winter walks into Rebecca’s world without knowing what awaits her. Without knowing she’s the wannabe. The intruder. The one who should have never dared be Mrs de Winter. Because there’s only one Mrs de Winter and the utterly creepy Mrs Danvers (Judith Anderson) will never let her forget that. She, in particular, is obsessed and, some say, in love with Rebecca even after all these years and she taunts and tortures our lovely and scared nameless heroine at every chance she gets – the famous scene in Rebecca’s bedroom is probably their greatest moment together. Rebecca’s presence never felt more real, more horrifying, more penetrating than when Mrs Danvers goes through all her possessions in that majestic bedroom, in which the second Mrs de Winter is now trapped…

Contrastingly, in The Ghost and Mrs Muir (dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz), Lucy Muir (Gene Tierney) decides to move out of her controlling in-laws’ place in London and go to the British seaside with her young daughter Anna (Natalie Wood). She rents a rather lovely house in Whitecliff, despite the objections of the rental agent. Turns out, Gull Cottage is haunted by its former owner, sea captain Daniel Gregg (Rex Harrison), who makes an appearance almost immediately. Lucy, suprisingly, doesn’t seem to mind it (‘Haunted! How perfectly fascinating!’). They develop a friendship, which then turns into a personal relationship, as well as a professional one: he wants her to write his life story. They start working on a novel together, and when Lucy goes to see a publisher to hand in her manuscript, she meets and falls in love with Miles Fairley (George Sanders), a children’s author. You can see where this is going…

What I love about this film is that it treats its subject seriously. One would probably be tempted to infantilize a story like this, but Mankiewicz doesn’t. All throughout the film, we respect it and we take it seriously. And we root for them to be together. Of course we do. The Ghost and Mrs Muir is a beautiful love story about redemption, lost love and regret without ever being contrived. It’s a magical ghost tale that is as real and genuine as its counterparts.

Rebecca is undoubtedly the darker film of the two and one of the things that makes it so dark is the fact that Rebecca doesn’t appear at all in the film. Not physically anyway. Daniel Gregg, however, makes himself known right away, unashamedly so. A psychological ghost that’s been kept alive by everybody else is a lot more haunting than a real one. In the same way, Manderley is a scary place, where everybody who lives there is still clinging to the memory of a dead woman. A big mansion which nonetheless feels stifling and oppressive. Gull Cottage, on the other hand, hasn’t been lived in for years and it’s a lovely place, and much more pleasant to be in, despite being completely empty – sort of. In fact, Gull Cottage is almost idyllic, not to mention incredibly romantic. Manderley’s dreamlikeness (nightmarish?) gives Rebecca a sort of gothic feel, almost horror-like. Rebecca doesn’t belong in any one genre. It’s a kind of mix between at least four or five genres, and they all blend exceptionally well. The Ghost and Mrs Muir could also be defined like this, although it is more on the romantic drama camp. A ghost love story, certainly. Mostly because Gull Cottage isn’t overpowering, allowing its characters to breathe, unlike Manderley, which overpowers everyone and everything, particularly the second Mrs de Winter. The detail of the lack of a first name is, of course, genius. She is a nameless, helpless, hopeless naive woman who gets overshadowed and downright dominated by everyone else. And it’s not even her fault, which only adds to the horribleness of it all. Lucy Muir, on the other hand, is an independent person, who will not be intimidated by anyone. She’s a self-assured woman, who knows what she wants and how to get it. They say a great story is all about great characters and, as far as ghost tales go, they don’t come much greater than these two.

Both Rebecca and The Ghost and Mrs Muir could very well be near the top of any list of great gothic films (one suspects Rebecca might actually be number one), and rightly so. Their stories are exquisite, the direction is masterful, they look and feel extraordinary (George Barnes won Best Cinematography for Rebecca, while Charles Lang was nominated for The Ghost and Mrs Muir), and, on top of that, they boast two of the greatest scores of all time. Franz Waxman’s haunting score for Rebecca is instantly recognizable, and Bernard Herrmann’s beautiful melody in The Ghost and Mrs Muir is one of the best he’s ever done. And they will both get stuck in your head. Go on, have a listen if you don’t believe me.