Body and Soul

Its nice to see there was a Black director (Micheaux) with the gumption to take on difficult themes (like a crooked preacher and sexual abuse). Unfortunately his mastery of technique wasn't very good; this movie resembles the sort of thing D.W. Griffith was doing in 1913, both in form and tone (cf. A Girl and her Trust). Cinema had evolved by 1925.

There is one great comic sequence that is worth the price of the movie, an over-the-top sermon (on the valley of dry bones) in which the whiskey-guzzling preacher has his congregation in such ecstasy that they do what looks suspiciously like break-dancing. Robeson, usually the good guy, here proves that he is equally adept at playing a sleazebag when required. There is a similar "sermon" in The Blues Brothers that was surely inspired by this one. The comical stereotypes would normally cause us to cry "racism", but this movie was made by and for blacks.

Body and Soul explores serious issues and has moments of great fun, but is mainly of historical interest.

According to reports, some censoring body objected to the portrayal of a minister as a villain, so producer/director Oscar Micheaux tacked on another ending, and maybe it satisfied a moronic censor, but it ruined the movie.

Since Oscar Micheaux was and is one of my motion-picture heroes, I would never say "don't watch." As I have noted before and will again, that he got to make movies at all is deserving of our admiration, and that they were all, or nearly all, flawed is secondary.

He had imagination and ability, and he had watched enough films by real masters, including D. W. Griffith, to know what to do. Alas, he never had the budget for good editing, or, apparently, for enough rehearsals. So his cutaway shots, his changes of angle, and other aspects of big-budget and skilled movie-making were too often missing.

Still, so what? He made movies!

He raised the money, usually wrote the original story and the script, hired the actors and crews ... and made movies!

In "Body and Soul," he had Paul Robeson. As I said to a friend, somewhat of a waste, using that magnificent voice in a silent film. Fortunately for us, Robeson went on to make talkies, and recordings, and gave many a live concert.

In "Body and Soul," Micheaux had some other talented actors, many of whom honestly deserved acclaim and a chance to perform more often. For whatever reasons, including ignorance on the part of establishment movie-makers, they didn't get that chance. Our loss, as well as the performers'.

This presentation, shown on TCM 20 February 2022, was further marred by an abrasive noise in place of a music score. It wasn't 1920s-era jazz, just percussive noise. Very distracting.

Never mind. Any time an Oscar Micheaux movie is available, I'll be watching, if at all possible. And I urge you to watch also.

A melodrama involving a con man who (somehow) has assumed the role of a preacher (Paul Robeson), and along with an ex-cellmate, sets out to bilk the townspeople out of their money. He's also got his eye on a young woman (Julia Theresa Russell) who just so happens to prefer his kinder twin brother. Robeson turns in a reasonably strong performance in the dual role, even if the character of his twin is somewhat ridiculous. Russell is reasonably good too, and the rape scene told in flashback evokes horror and is well done, probably the film's best.

Overall the film suffers from a weak script, complete with an enormous "it was just a dream" cliché. Accounts vary as to whether the unsatisfying conclusion was due to the considerable problems Micheaux had getting it approved, which unfortunately resulted in a significant hack job. As it is though, it suffers from sloppy editing, has dangling plot points (like the ex-cellmate), and drags on for longer than it should have.

Looking at the film through the lens of today can also be troubling, because the dialogue the characters use is what we think of as stereotypical. As with other films from Micheaux, he unapologetically criticizes the African-American community. Later he would say this:

"I have always tried to make my photoplays present the truth, to lay before the Race a cross-section of its own life, to view the colored heart from close range. My results might have been narrow at times, due perhaps to certain limited situations which I endeavored to portray, but in those limited situations the Truth was the predominant characteristic. It is only by presenting those portions of the Race portrayed in my pictures in the light and background of their true state that we can raise our people to greater heights. I am too much imbued with the spirit of Booker T. Washington to ingraft false virtues upon ourselves, to make ourselves that which we are not. Nothing could be a greater blow to our own progress. The recognition of our true situation will react in itself as a stimulus for self-advancement."

Thus, we have this dialogue, and we have the church congregation falling for the lengthy sermons of a low-life who drinks alcohol out of what looks like a water glass while preaching. Micheaux and other black leaders like W.E.B. DuBois saw religion critically, and as something holding back African-American progress. That's something we also see in the film 'Within Our Gates.' The portrait of ignorance is not flattering, and some black filmgoers were not amused. One at the time likened it to D.W. Griffith's 'Birth of a Nation,' saying "One would expect a white screenwriter to fan the flames of hatred. But what can we say when a black man portrays our people in the same manner?" The white censors were also displeased, seeing in the evil traits of a minister, even a false one, as "sacrilegious, immoral, and would tend to incite to crime."

There is thus a brave honesty here, at least until that ending sequence, and for that I admire Micheaux. He also shows the vulnerability of women in the rape (although it's not the case that she's not believed - in fact it's the opposite, her mother and the congregation believe her and attack the culprit). While rough around the edges, there's a certain power in being a film from a legendary African-American director and featuring the debut of a star, Robeson, who was incredibly multi-faceted and should be better known. Both have done better work, but I'm glad I saw this one, and it's worth checking out.

Of course, we will never have a chance to see a director's cut of Body and Soul. Were that possible, then we would certainly see a completely different movie.

Many of the obvious flaws in the film were due to Oscar Micheaux's difficulties in getting the production past the censors. Despite the fact that the convict is acting as a minister, the act of showing one in a minister's robes drinking was too much for the time.

Today it would be a matter of getting several million dollars from the studio and re-shooting sections of the movie. Oscar Micheaux did not have this luxury. This meant that he had to use the little money available to him to change a completely unacceptable movie into one that would help pay the bills.

The only way to do this was to add an ending that corrected everything, and cut the sections of drinking, which happened to be crucial to the story. This resulted not only in a lack of explanation for the story and very clumsy movements from one scene to the next.

The drinking scenes have been replaced, which lengthens the film to eight of its original nine reels. This certainly helps, but the alternative ending remains. I am thinking that the director's cut would not have included this and Oscar Micheaux would have a much better movie.

Of course, Paul Robeson drives this movie (his only silent appearance), and moviegoers now know of his brilliant voice. Sans this, his penetrating eyes showed the emotion that must have matched his stage performances, which makes this a movie that can be recommended.

Two escaped fugitives bring ruin to an African-American community. One passes himself off as Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins (Paul Robeson) and the other is his cellmate Yello-Curley' Hinds. The fake reverend corrupts a member of his congregation, Isabelle Perkins, who happens to love Sylvester, Jenkins' long-lost identical twin brother.

First, I don't like some of the text which tries to use colloquial black speech. It's downgrading but also makes it harder to understand. Maybe the black audience of the day feels more comfortable with that. This is to be black cinema made for a black audience. I'm willing to accept it for what it is. On the other hand, I don't think some of the plot points make sense.

The mother wouldn't buy Sylvester revealing himself as a reverend right after telling her daughter to find herself a reverend. The mother would assume that the young couple is faking it. I also don't think the twin brother idea works in this plot. Apparently, this movie was chopped up to satisfy the censors and maybe the longer version functions better. The main aspect that really works is the great Paul Robeson. He is the magnetic lead and he delivers compelling performances.