Film Review
The Man Who Laughs continued a
series of big budget period horror films that were proving to be a
goldmine for their production company, Universal Pictures, in the
1920s. After the phenomenal success of
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
(1923) and
The Phantom of the Opera (1925),
both adapted from classics of French literature, Universal's founder
and honcho Carl Laemmle turned to another, less well-known French
novel for his next cinematic freak show: Victor Hugo's
L'Homme qui rit. This time,
Laemmle was unable to call upon the services of Lon Chaney for the
central role, as the actor was then under contract to MGM, so he had to
look elsewhere. His gaze fastened on Chaney's German alter ego, a
leading light of German expressionistic cinema who had a special
aptitude for horror: Conrad Veidt.
Veidt had already distinguished himself in one of the most iconic of
all horror roles, the murderous somnambulist Cesare in Robert Wiene's
The Cabinet of Dr Caligari
(1920). This he followed with equally chilling performances in
Wiene's
The Hands of Orlac (1924) and
Paul Leni's
Waxworks
(1926). It was Leni whom Carl Laemmle chose to direct his next
magnum opus. Leni was one of the most talented German filmmakers at the time and
a highly accomplished set designer to boot, demonstrated by his recent
work on
The Cat and the Canary (1927),
the film that launched a thousand 'old dark house' movies. With
two stalwarts of German expressionism on his payroll, Laemmle was
guaranteed another sure-fire success in the horror genre, and whilst
the film initially attracted some bad reviews it went on to become one
of his most profitable films, making a healthy return on its colossal
one million dollar budget.
The Man Who Laughs
was in production just as cinema made the transition to synchronised sound. To
capitalise on this latest innovation, the film's release was delayed by a few months
to allow time for a Movietown soundtrack (including sound effects and score) to be
cobbled together. The film not only paved the way for
Universal's subsequent sound horror films, it also made Conrad Veidt an
international film star, earning him some prominent roles in
English-language films in the late 1930s, early 1940s, including,
notably,
The Thief of Bagdad (1940) and
Casablanca
(1942).
Although
The Man Who Laughs
was marketed by Universal as a horror film it only just qualifies to be
regarded as such. It would be more accurate to classify it as a
period melodrama or swashbuckler, along the same lines as
The Three Musketeers. The
only horror ingredient is the gruesome deformity of the central
protagonist Gwynplaine, a permanent smile carved onto the face of a
young man by an evil surgeon. A marvellous piece of makeup design
by Jack Pierce (who would later create some of Universal's greatest
horror icons: Frankenstein's monster, the Mummy and the Wolf Man) gives
Gwynplaine a genuinely frightening monstrous look, with lips and teeth
set in a permanent rictus grin. It is a face that is guaranteed
to freeze the blood of any coulrophobiac (i.e. those who suffer from a
morbid fear of clowns) and was also the main inspiration for the
character The Joker in the original
Batman
comic books.
As terrifying as Gwynplaine appears when we first see his deformed
features for the first time, he turns out to be anything but a
monstrous character. The real monsters of the piece are to be
found elsewhere - the unspeakably cruel court jester Barkilphedro and
predatory noblewoman, Josiana. By contrast, Gwynplaine is a
pure soul who appears incapable of evil. There is not so much as
a hint of malice in Conrad Veidt's portrayal of this sad but noble
outsider. Veidt presents him as a tragic hero, playing on our
sympathies as powerfully as he had previously done with his portrayal
of the ill-fated Orlac. With the lower half of his face fixed
like a mask, Veidt's only instruments for conveying his character's
feelings are his eyes, but he uses these to devastating effect.
Elation, despair, kindness, revulsion... Every emotion of which a man
is capable pours from Veidt's expressive eyes in the course of the
film, and watching him perform in his most challenging role is a
revelation. You can easily persuade yourself that he was the
greatest screen actor of the silent era.
Conrad Veidt's is not the only meaty performance on offer. Olga
Baclanova claims more than her fair share of the limelight as the
Duchess Josiana, a sultry temptress with a kinky fetish for deformity
(not something you would expect to see in a major Hollywood film of
this time). Josiana's perversions prove to be more grotesque and
stomach-churning than the facial deformity that arouses them, and the
character makes an effective dramatic counterpoint to the saintly blind
girl Dea, played by Mary Philbin, the actress famous for her role as
the heroine in
The Phantom of the
Opera. No horror film is complete without a truly horrible
villain, and Brandon Hurst's court jester Barkilphedro fits the bill
admirably, a Mephistophelean fiend that revels in bringing misery to
others (usually with an iron maiden). Completing the superb ensemble of
principals is Cesare Gravina as the mountebank who adopts Gwynplaine
and Dea - try as he might, he can't help looking like a benign yet
unkempt version of Werner Krauss's Dr Caligari.
Two other names worthy of a special mention are cinematographer Gilbert
Warrenton and art director Charles D. Hall, who both contribute a great
deal to the film's distinctively expressionistic feel. The film's
ample budget allowed Hall to create some of his most ambitious sets,
which include an elaborate (albeit slightly Germanic) reconstruction of
17th century London and some spacious palace interiors. The
subtly expressionistic set design is complemented by Warrenton's
photography, which employs some ingenious lighting effects to give an
intense aura of menace and tension to almost every scene. The
result is unlike almost anything else in American cinema - German
expressionism on an opulent, almost operatic scale, in a film that
spans pretty well every mainstream movie genre of the time.
Dispensing with the pointlessly tragic ending of Hugo's novel,
The Man Who Laughs concludes in a
vertiginous swashbuckling vein, with a feisty denouement in which the
villain gets his well-earned comeuppance and the hero finally gets
something to smile about. On both the artistic and entertainment
fronts, the film scores as highly as any other Hollywood blockbuster of
this era, and it is hard to explain its current status, as the
overlooked cousin in Universal's compendium of horrors. This
could well be the greatest thing that Carl Laemmle ever put his name to.
© James Travers 2014
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