Old San Francisco

This is one of the last silent films, made just before "The Jazz Singer" came out, and it is technically better than most of the other silent films as it used Warner Brothers Vitaphone technique.

It also benefits from a tour d'force by Dolores Costello (who was the wife of John Barrymore at the time) and is probably one of her best roles. She manages to go beyond the silent film melodrama, as does Anna May Wong, the busiest Asian woman in films in the first half of the 20th Century.

Warner Oland (a Swede who nonetheless almost always play an Asian, including his stint as Charlie Chan) shows up as a Chinese thug who masquerades as a White man, although Oland is not at the top of his game here.

The climax of the film is the 1906 earthquake and for the time it is spectacular. The version of the restored film I saw had both the beginning and the end in harsh sepia tones, but the middle was fine.

The film is well worth viewing as one of the last great silent films.

One thing you sure have to say about OLD SAN FRANCISCO is that it is a very lovely film to see. The print, though very old, is in almost pristine shape (at least the version they showed on Turner Classic Movies) and the soundtrack exceptional. In addition, the director and cinematographer were absolutely brilliant--making the most of every scene with the most artistic touch for a silent I have seen in a very long time. Delores Costello is simply luminous thanks to them and so many of the scenes were treats for the eyes--such as the scene between Costello and her suitor at the fountain. It just doesn't get much prettier than this.

As for the story, it was nice to see that Hollywood was trying to be sensitive towards Hispanic-Americans, as they are shown in a very sympathetic light. A major problem is that despite being so very pro-minority, none of the people playing these roles are Hispanic--a very common problem in Hollywood until the 1960s (and sometimes beyond). Today such a practice would be condemned--in 1927, it was par for the course. In this film, Delores Costello did a great job acting (she was terrific), but she looked about as Hispanic as Shirley Temple. If you don't believe me that such casting was common, try watching a Charlie Chan or Mr. Moto film---as these characters were repeatedly played by actors of European descent. In fact, Warner Oland who popularized the Chan role is even in this film playing the role of a big dumb jerk who happens to be a Mongolian man posing as a White man! Oh, and most of the Asians in this film are drug dealers, pimps or assorted low-lifes, so I am pretty sure Asian-Americans probably didn't line up to see this film!

The story is about a family of noble Spanish blood living in San Francisco in the early 20th century. Though they have lived there before the Americans arrived, they are continually treated like outsiders as the Anglos and Chinese gangs take advantage of them again and again. Thanks to a nice young Irishman who has fallen for sweet Delores, the family has a benefactor and things might work out for the better....or not! See it for yourself to see if sweet Delores manages to escape the lecherous clutches of the Chinese underworld white slavers and greedy land speculators (for a hint: God doesn't like what is happening and perhaps He'll have to intervene).

Despite the film's many shortcomings and overt racism as well as a sappy ending (all of which can be understood based on the age of the film and prevailing social mores), the film certainly IS exciting--mostly because of its scandalous subject matter and fast pace. This combined with the artistic nature of the film make it a film worth seeing. Just don't let your politically correct friends and co-workers know! The sight of Oland's midget brother kept locked in a cage throughout the film like a dog is just too much to bear.

Geez! People who try to project 21st century political correctness on those who were living their lives decades (sometimes centuries) ago give me a pain. Are they saying we've now achieved some level of perfection, or at least that now everything has been figured out? They have the advantage of being sure that years in the future when present-day man is criticized for events and attitudes that even those enlightened ones can't foresee, they'll not be around to hear it.

These attempts to ensure that anyone not holding some particular viewpoint must necessarily be dismissed as irrelevant and evil despite the level of talent of the offender (occasionally a genius) by the critics (usually possessing no talent).

The climax of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake might be model work made for the film, but it also looks like it might be stock footage (perhaps from Lon Chaney's movie THE SHOCK or something else). In any case, this film and THE SHOCK adopt the "cosmic retribution" angle that the dust-up was really a Gomorrah-like act of divine intervention against the Barbary excesses of Chinatown and such. Anna May Wong is thanklessly wasted as the sinfully exquisite assistant of future Charlie Chan Warner Oland, a ruthless land shark who doesn't let anyone know he's really Chinese. He keeps his jeering dwarf brother in a cage and terrorizes the heiress of an old Spanish family, whose righteous Christian iconography pierces his "mongol heart." He codifies the social and sexual threat of "passing" and miscegenation, which is depicted as repulsive to both races. But this is all articulated in religious terms. The anglos refer to his "heathen gods," while the Chinese get irate that he "betrays his ancestors." For a festival of Asian-American images in silent films, compare this with the more ambiguous sexual morality of Cecil B. DeMille's THE CHEAT with Sessue Hayakawa, the tragedy of Wong's role in THE TOLL OF THE SEA, the later films made by Hayakawa, or even Griffith's BROKEN BLOSSOMS.

I have seen this movie several times,and noticed things which other viewers have possibly overlooked.The main insults toward the Chinese come in a few tactless subtitles,and subtitles were often written by someone other than the plot writer.The Chinese are clearly shown as victims,particularly in the scene where the dignified leader of their businessmen stops his younger colleague,understandably enraged,from drawing his knife,reluctantly retreating before superior power.Certainly the Caucasians businessmen with whom Oland is in league are obviously no better than him.The scene with his brother is very telling.The brother is physically hideous,deformed to the point of seeming to be scarcely human.Oland is the epitome of the elegant,dignified "gentleman".Yet in that conversation,and later, it is obvious that it is Oland who is the dangerous monster,while his brother is the decent,honorable man.A very pointed lesson in not judging by appearances.What was obviously intended as irony is the part where Oland burns incense before the images of his gods,hypocritically begging "forgiveness" for the crimes against his own people ,including the ones that he intends to commit! His brother, his patience tried beyond endurance, sneers at him,"Monster,there is not enough incense in the world to hide the stench of your crimes from heaven!". HOW TRUE!And horribly common is such sickening hypocrisy today.Oland may not be in public office,but he is the very model of the typical POLITICIAN,a plague that afflicts all countries and all peoples.