The Wildcat

One of the better of Lubitsch's rough mountain comedies, with Pola Negri as the wild daughter of the bandit chief (all of the the bandits' possessions are festooned with skulls, to show how dangerous they are) who falls in love with the handsome lieutenant brought in to marry the daughter of the corpulent and ineffectual colonel of the fort. Like his other mountain comedies -- MEYER FROM BERLIN, ROMEO AND JULIET IN THE SNOW and KOHLHEISEL'S DAUGHTER -- it is a very broad comedy, with much falling down in the snow.

In those days, Lubitsch would shoot half a dozen films a year for UFA, and one would always be a mountain comedy shot on site in Bavaria, where he liked to take a working vacation every winter. They were not polished and witty pieces like The Oyster Princess and The Doll, but they were very popular.

Viewing "The Wildcat," is like watching a live action Max Fleischer cartoon. Like those early animated wonders, this comedy is full of goofy characters and creative direction. The cast, especially Pola Negri and Paul Heidemann show no fear in bringing Lubitsch's wild vision to life, which include some truly laugh out loud moments. While the Fleischer cartoons are only around seven minutes long, "The Wildcat," struggles at times to maintain its energy for a feature length film. The pros of this movie far out weigh the cons, though, and if you're looking for a non-traditional silent film that will put a smile upon your face, then you need to search no further.

While there are not many personal favourites from Ernst Lubitsch early German silent films, done before he had found his signature style, there were certainly gems. 'The Doll' and 'The Oyster Princess' being two examples. The late 1910s-early 20s was a very interesting and worthwhile period in Lubitsch's career, especially to see how he fared early on in his career before properly finding his style with 'The Love Parade' and got even stronger from there.

'The Wild Cat' is another film from the German silent film period and lives up to its wild name all right. Is it one of Lubitsch's very best? No, nowhere close and it is a long way from being a classic. But it is one of the better and more entertaining films of his from his German silent film period in my view, and if asked whether it is recommended my answer would be yes as long as you know what to expect. Which is an entertaining and inoffensive ride but not yet the witty and sophisticated Lubitsch that he became very well known justifiably for.

Admittedly, 'The Wild Cat's' story is very thin, and it is also one that doesn't have a lot of substance and can be a little too controlled in spots.

Maybe it could have done with a little more variety in places.

However, 'The Wild Cat' is well made visually. Really loved the mountain scenery and exteriors and the photography is not claustrophobic or gimmicky, some of it came over as quite elegant to me. Lubitsch's direction is not refined yet, but he clearly seemed to know what he was doing and didn't seem uncomfortable with it. The music is unobtrusive and is not large in scoring or over-complicated rhythmically, allowing the comedy to speak.

Something that does very much happen here. The humour is plenty and it is never less than amusing and actually even very funny at its best (if one disagrees that's fine). It is of the broad kind, not the sophisticated and witty kind that Lubitsch later would be famous for, but not in a way that gets overly silly or vulgar. The situations do suspend a bit of disbelief but have a wild energy about them and don't resort heavily in repetition, while the energy is always there and the characters didn't come over as dull or annoying here. The cast do very well, with Pola Negri handling her very physical comedy with ease and her comic timing is far from flabby.

All in all, very enjoyable if not a Lubitsch essential. 8/10

Die Bergkatze brings us poignantly yet triumphantly to the end of an era, being the last of Ernst Lubitsch's German comedies. The director, best known for his "sophisticated" bedroom farces from the 1930s, carved out these little gems in his youth, and while rather different in tone and pace from his Hollywood work, they provide a unique and hilarious experience that should not go overlooked.

As if in anticipation of his forthcoming change in style, Die Bergkatze was Lubitsch's most riotous and stylised to date. Whereas he often based gags around a large group of people doing something (such as falling over or running away) simultaneously, he now takes the trick to the level of hyperbole, playing around with the largest horde of extras to be seen outside of an epic. Lubitsch has also turned his sense of the absurd up to eleven, and the picture is flavoured with dozens of wonderfully silly touches, such as the fort commander's exaggerated uniform having an extra pair of shoulder pads for the elbows.

Of course, Lubitsch was still to make a couple of straight dramas before receiving his invite to Hollywood. I'm sure he didn't know this was to be his comedic last hurrah in Berlin. So why is Die Bergkatze such a ridiculously extrovert production? The answer is almost certainly the director's confidence. Lubitsch was by now the most prestigious filmmaker in his home country, and his bizarre comic genius had gone down a treat with the public. Having more or less Carte Blanche from the studio, it seems that with Die Bergkatze he was seeing just how much he could get away with. He was also getting bigger budgets than ever before (prior to this he had helmed Anna Boleyn, Germany's most expensive production to date), it should come as no surprise to those familiar with the earlier comedies directed by Lubitsch and with sets designed by Kurt Richter (perhaps the most important collaborator during this part of Lubitsch's career), that if you unite these two with a large sum of money, you are bound to get something as gloriously demented as a fort that looks like a giant wedding cake covered in cannons.

Even in post-production, Lubitsch is playing around more than ever before, giving us those crazy frame shapes which look almost like a deliberate attempt to poke fun at the masking technique pioneered by DW Griffith five years earlier. Lubitsch was always a real aesthete when it came to shot composition, often delicately framing his actors with the luxurious curtains, window panes and assorted ornamentation that tended to make up the exquisite sets, both here and in Hollywood. In Die Bergkatze he has just literalised the process, treating the image as a work of art that could be either landscape or portrait, and once in a while mucking about and turning the screen into a squiggle or a pair of jaws.

And does Lubitsch get away with what he is doing? Yes, by the skin of his teeth! Why? Because Die Bergkatze is all of a piece. Considered individually, each of its exaggerations would be daft and distracting, but because Lubitsch has created a seamless world in which every idea is stretched to breaking point, it works. Every shot has some kind of oddity in it, not necessarily thrust in your face, but simply keeping the surreal tone going. No character is immune. In silent comedy in the US, women (at least the young women) tended to be treated with tender respect, and were often the only completely straight characters. But in Die Bergkatze we have a straggle-haired Pola Negri up to her neck in undignified antics alongside the boys, and doing a fine job of it, although I have to say I find myself missing the divine Ossi Oswalda, star of many earlier Lubitsch pictures.

Lubitsch's comedies after this were contrastingly sedate in pace and comparatively sensible in tone. This was not a regression, but neither was it an advance on these earlier chaotic creations. It was simply a case of a genius taking his talent in a different direction. And despite the neglect and underrating of pictures like Die Bergkatze, Sumurun, Die Puppe and Die Austernprinzessin, they are nevertheless inspired masterpieces, and every bit as worthy of our attention as The Marriage Circle, The Smiling Lieutenant and Trouble in Paradise.

It really is obvious at this point that Ernst Lubitsch needed dialogue to shine. I don't think he'd made a bad film yet (well, except for The Eyes of the Mummy which I've mostly pushed out of my brain), but he was consistently held back by the silent film medium's inherently different approach to building character than sound films or stage plays. His best films are comedies that take a broader approach to things, which The Wildcat tries to fit in, but, at the same time, this film embraces a level of character complexity that Lubitsch can't quite justify through the actual narrative. The film's focus, though, ends up being zany comic antics, which is where the film is easily at its best and most entertaining, but I feel like if Lubitsch wasn't going to figure out how to write more rounded characters in the silent film space, he should have simplified the storytelling, especially in the final act.

Lieutenant Alexis (Paul Heidemann) is a ladies' man who is sent to the remote outpost run by a fat, mustachioed commander (Victor Janson). The commander has a wife (Marge Kohler) who lords over him and a daughter Lilli (Edith Meller) whom the commander decides should marry Alexis when he comes. On his way to the fortress, Alexis is waylaid by bandits led by the titular wildcat, Rischka (Pola Negri) who becomes completely enraptured by this gentleman soldier who manages to get away from his captors through a series of caves that he just kind of wanders through. It's a comedy, so it's slightly amusing, at least. These first two acts (like most of Lubitsch's early films, there are explicit acts) are the weakest of the five and they are really just about setting up the characters (borderline caricatures) and overall situation.

With news of the bandits, the commander sends Alexis and the men out to punish the attackers, but Rischka and the men under her are easily able to embarrass the soldiers with snowballs and superior placement, sending Alexis back defeated. However, the commander just assumes a victory and decides to marry Alexis to Lilli as a reward. The soldiers deciding to not correct their commander is honestly pretty funny. What follows is the central comic set piece of the film, the celebratory dance in honor of the betrothed. Reminiscent of the foxtrot epidemic in The Oyster Princess, it's a party that steadily grows out of control as people get into the music, including two guards outside the fortress's main gate. It's a raucous affair that gets intertwined with Rischka leading a small raiding party into the fortress, stealing some clothes, running into the drunk commander who salutes them, and, ultimately, with Alexis and Rischka chasing after each other through the large, unreal sets.

There's a moment where both Rischka and Alexis are spinning on a pole as they chase after each other that's completely unreal but highly entertaining and just part of the escalating comic and manic energy of the sequence. There's no effort to make it connect from an editing perspective to what comes before and after, with a quick cut to Rischka running in another room being the next shot, but it's kind of perfect with the silly quality that the film is embracing.

The actual dramatics of the film don't work quite as well. It's a situation where Alexis has to choose between Lilli and Rischka but also where Rischka has to choose between Alexis and the bandit Pepo (Hermann Thimig). This sort of two-sided question really needs strong character work, even in a silly movie like this one, to work. Why does Alexis ultimately choose Lilli? Is it his duty? It's kind of hard to figure out. The harder side is Rischka deciding to let Alexis go and return to Pepo, willingly just walking away from the man she was consumed with having for herself. Even in a silly film that embraces some early form of cartoon logic, if these dramatic turns come up they need to be supported, and I don't think they are.

Does that sink the film? Not at all. It just limits my appreciation. This isn't the top tier of Lubitsch's early comic work in the German film industry. It's second tier behind The Doll and The Oyster Princess, but it's certainly funnier than the Sally Meyer stuff.

Essentially, I really look forward to sound coming into Lubitsch's toolbox.