A Romance of the Redwoods

I didn't know what to make of this Mary Pickford film. I've seen quite a few of Mary's films by now, and this one was just strange. There was no chemistry between Mary's character and the thief she falls in love with, no foundation for that to happen at all. The story was implausible; why would the girl stick around after she found out the uncle was dead? She should have turned right on home again. Instead she compromises her own honor by trying to save the villain, and then she tricks the law in order to escape with her "love". Poor script, to say the least. Not on par with Mary's other films.

Romance at the Redwoods, A (1917)

** 1/2 (out of 4)

Jenny Lawrence (Mary Pickford) goes to stay with her Uncle in California at the height of the gold rush after her grandmother dies. What she doesn't know is that her Uncle has been killed by Indians and an outlaw known as "Black" Brown (Elliott Dexter) has taken his identity. When Jenny finds out the truth she decides to stay with the outlaw in hopes of reforming him. As is the case with many of DeMille's silents, this one here is rather hit and miss. The biggest problem are some logical issues, which ring out very loudly with the first one being why in the heck does the religious Pickford stay with this guy when she has plenty of opportunities to escape or turn him in. All of this makes for a very predictable story, which leads to a very silly ending, which doesn't do the film any good. Pickford is very charming and delightful, as usual, in her role and she makes the film worth watching. Dexter is also very good in his role as is Tully Marshall and Charles Ogle (Edison's Frankenstein) in his small role. Character actor Raymond Hatton is also very good. The cinematography is rather bland considering the era that the film was made and I think this is something DeMille, and his ego, wasn't allowing himself to expand on. Those expecting something epic or big in terms of production since this is DeMille will be disappointed because this is a pretty small melodrama that never tries anything in larger terms. This might be due to the fact that the budget was set at $135,000 with $97,000 of that going towards Pickford's salary.

The western picture is almost as old as the cinema itself, and the genre and the medium to some extent developed side by side. Here, in 1917, as the feature film was becoming more the norm than a novelty, we see the western becoming more than just a genre in itself and becoming the backdrop for a romance.

Although parts of this story stretch credibility a little (this is DeMille, after all), the strength of the director and his long-time collaborator screenwriter Jeanie Macpherson in storytelling is evident. As was by now customary with his pictures, he economically introduces each character with a title giving their name followed by a brief shot which tells us everything we need to know. For DeMille this era was the peak of his visual storytelling abilities. One technique he uses is a quick shot of something happening out of a character's sight, yet which it is implied they can hear. For example, Elliot Dexter puts his ear to the ground, we cut to a close-up of horses' hooves, and we understand. It is not always so effective – for example the scene where Mary Pickford is startled by a wolf howling in the forest. From the way the sequence is edited it is not clear whether she is hearing the wolf or seeing it as well, even though we assume the former because it makes more sense.

One thing that sets Romance of the Redwoods apart from DeMille's previous effort, the spectacular Joan the Woman, is the frequent use of close-ups and multiple angles. This reflects changes going on in the cinematic form around the time, as more freedom was given to camera placement, and the idea of placing the audience inside the action gained currency. In the case of this picture, it of course enhances the ability to tell stories with images, but it also adds emotional and psychological weight to the scenes that need it. DeMille uses the soon-to-be standard trick of keeping the camera back for the purely expository stuff, then moving in close when a dialogue between two characters enters a deeper, more emotional level. It says a lot for his cinematic method that he manages to sustain a western with very little action, mostly through an air of menace, which inevitably gives way to romance.

This was Mary Pickford's first film with DeMille, and you can see she benefits from the time and space he allows his performers to act. Pickford was far more interesting before she began playing children, and here she is convincing as a youngster on the cusp of adulthood. Her most memorable moment in the film must surely be when she discovers Dexter's bandit mask. Horrified at first, she slowly lifts the rag to her own face – the scene is like a distant ancestor of Lorraine Bracco being given the gun to hide in Goodfellas. Elliot Dexter is adequate as the male lead, even if he does look more like a Dickensian villain than anything out of a western.

For all its merits, Romance of the Redwoods is a worthy yet somewhat bland entry in the DeMille canon. It is full of nice touches but lacks a real punch. What's more, the premise of the innocent easterner heading west was growing a little tired. It would be a few years yet before pioneer westerns The Covered Wagon and The Iron Horse would arrive to revitalise the genre.

It sounds as though the production history of "A Romance of the Redwoods" is more interesting than the film itself, which is an unexceptional Western for the most part. Star Mary Pickford had only just wrapped production on what would turn out to be the most pivotal picture in her career, "The Poor Little Rich Girl" (1917), which helped cement her being type cast in childhood roles and introduced her most fruitful creative collaboration, with scenarist Francis Marion. Along with the subsequent WWI-era propaganda of "The Little American," "A Romance of the Redwoods" was one of two films she made with director Cecil B. DeMille. His career at this point was probably even more in flux, as he was experimenting with various genres at that point--before hitting on a formula of sex dramedies and, later, spectacles such as "The Ten Commandments" films (1923 and 1956). So, he made sensationalist psychological dramas, opera adaptations, historical epics and Westerns, among others. A director who would earn the reputation of being dictatorial, he had and would never again work with a star of Pickford's caliber. With her own tendency to demand creative input or control, this becomes a more compelling film to view when considering it as being pulled in sometimes divergent directions from two stars in formation. And that's not even to mention the role of frequent DeMille collaborator and another important female screenwriter, Jeanie Macpherson.

Similar to what the American film industry had recently done itself, the film begins with the uprooting from the East (had it been Fort Lee, New Jersey, the former capital of American filmdom, I suppose it would've been too on the nose), to move to California (and the Forest Moon of Endor). Whether the picture's nominal gold rush or the reality of the Edison Trust, the results are likewise gunplay and general lawlessness. Anyways, the story begins with a dual focus on Pickford's travels West and the Western trope of the "good bad man," who, in this case, steals her uncle's identity. William S. Hart played these bandit types who are reformed by a good, pointedly Christian and civilized woman better than anyone around this time in his own vehicles. The same plot emerges when the stagecoach robber and identity thief of this one meets his adopted niece, although it's complicated by the quasi-incestuous nature of this narrative and the queasiness one might feel towards the romantic storyline of Pickford's child-woman character, whom her fake uncle gifts a child's doll in the same scene he proclaims his love for her. The age gap between her character and another suitor seems even more stark.

Regardless, while DeMille attempts some grandiose views early on, including the stereotypical attack by Native Americans, a racial slur in the title cards included, a couple shots of the gigantic redwoods beside the diminutive Pickford, and there is some decent low-key lighting effects here and there, including from the home's fireplace (although not quite as impressive methinks as in DeMille's prior Western, "The Virginian" (1914), let alone the landmark "The Cheat" (1915)), the picture becomes increasingly one of intimate and extended takes of "America's Sweetheart." Playing the good bad man and lacking the subtle intricacies of Hart's expressive face, as well as lighter pull from always-second-fiddle co-stars in his vehicles, Elliott Dexter didn't really stand a chance at sustaining an honest dual focus in this one. He couldn't even always prevent his hair from obscuring a view of his face from the camera lens, let alone compete with the naturalistic acting of and brightness of the star of "the girl with the golden curls." She always seems to be involved in some bit of business and to be fully inhabiting her character--never merely just sitting or standing in stillness in some dated theatrical way of seeming to try to convey thought or internal conflict. She acts circles around everyone else in this one.

Inevitably, Dexter's character will convert to her rule. The rest of the townsmen, though, eventually break into their home and lock her in the barn as they attempt to play out the climax by themselves. Having none of that, Pickford employs some artifice to regain control of the scene. As another male character implores in his surrender, "Boys - I reckon when twenty men have been fooled by one small woman -- they'd better take their medicine!" And so did DeMille and the rest of his usual collaborators, and, not surprisingly, after two films with Pickford, he never worked with as big of a star again (albeit, there've never been many quite as big). This is Pickford's film.

(Note: Streamed from the 39th Pordenone Silent Film Festival, from a digitized 35mm, tinted/toned print from the George Eastman House. While scratchy, the picture quality was good.)

Mary Pickford (as Jenny Lawrence) finds herself all alone in New England, after the elder Mrs. Lawrence dies; so, she moves to the "Gold Rush" state of California, to live with her uncle. What she doesn't know (initially) is that her uncle has been killed by Indians (Native Americans); and, outlaw Elliott Dexter (as "Black" Brown) has assumed his identity. Arriving in the little mining town of Strawberry Flats, Ms. Pickford discovers Mr. Dexter's charade, and learns of her uncle's death. Dexter demands Pickford pretend she's his niece; and, with nowhere to go, Pickford agrees.

First and foremost, Dexter and Pickford are marvelous in the lead roles. Dexter begins to amaze when, in a barroom scene, he rescues Pickford from the advances of Raymond Hatton (as Dick Roland). Pickford performed nicely when first entering her shabby new home, but becomes amazing when waking in the shed up as a wolf howls… the two exude an unmistakable sexuality in their earliest scenes together, assisted by fine light and shadows direction from Cecil B. DeMille (and, watch how the camera places their hands in a couple of scenes). As the film moves along, it loses focus on some of the sensuality, unfortunately. A subtle scene showing the leads' passion would have been nice.

Joining Hatton, supporting players Charles Ogle (as Jim Lyn, who dates Pickford), Tully Marshall (as barman Sam Sparks), and Walter Long (as the Sheriff) are entertaining. Pickford's last minute way of getting the townfolk to reconsider Dexter's fate is ingenious. The fact that "twenty men are fooled by one small woman" was nicely put, especially since it involved a doll given to Dexter's so-called "little girl"!

******** A Romance of the Redwoods (5/14/17) Cecil B. DeMille ~ Mary Pickford, Elliott Dexter, Charles Ogle