The Life of Oharu (1975 review)

This review appeared in the March 1975 issue of Monthly Film Bulletin. —J.R.


Saikaku Ichidai Onna (The Life of Oharu)

Japan, 1952                                                                Director: Kenji Mizoguchi

According to scriptwriter Yoda Yoshikata, Mizoguchi’s ambitions for The Life of Oharu were largely stimulated by the prize accorded to Kurosawa, a relative newcomer, for Rashomon at Venice in 1951. The bet paid off, and Oharu was awarded the Silver Lion at Venice in 1952, thereby inaugurating Mizoguchi’s international reputation at the age of fifty-six, four years before his death. Differing substantially from Saikaku’s novel –- a looser collection of episodes narrated by an elderly nun recalling her decline from a promising youth, and ending with a scene of a prostitute entering a temple and hallucinating the faces of former lovers in the idols there -– Oharu’s script gravitates round the feudal persecutions of one woman. It appears that Mizoguchi was something of a Stroheim on the set -– requiring that the garden of  Kyoto’s Koetsu temple be “rebuilt” instead of using the nearly identical original location, and firing his assistant, Uchikawa Seichiro, when the latter complained about making last-minute changes in the positions of the studio-built houses for the scene of Bunkichi’s arrest. Intransigence of this sort seems borne out by the relentless polemical thrust of Oharu, which quite likely comprises the most powerful feminist protest ever recorded on film. (It may not be entirely accidental that Kinuyo Tanaka, the extraordinary actress playing Oharu, went on to become the first woman director in Japan the following year.) Eschewing the elements of fantasy and myth that figure in his subsequent period films (excepting only Chikamatsu Monogatari, which it resembles in other respects, Oharu combines the form of the picaresque novel with much of the social analysis common to Mizoguchi’s “contemporary” geisha films.  Above all, it is a materialist analysis –- a depiction of woman treated, traded, valued, degraded, and discarded as material object: the inspection of Kyoto’s “most beautiful” women by Matsudaira’s servant (delineated in one lengthy tracking shot), periodically checking the details of his model drawing against the “specimens” offered; the remarkable subplot of the vulgar big-spender at the Shimabara brothel, who throws fistfuls of coins to watch the courtesans fight and scramble –- valuing Oharu “highest” because she refuses to participate, and then purchasing her as a consequence –- and cackling “Money is everything”, before being unveiled as a counterfeiter; the black comedy in the wealthy merchant’s home about the wife’s loss of her hair, her spiteful cutting of Oharu’s, and Oharu’s revenge of getting a kitten to make off with the former’s wig. The obi (sash) that Oharu’s husband is clutching when he is killed is subsequently discarded in a strip tease where she “pays” Yakichi for his material by throwing it at him, offering her body at the same time. The pagoda that she acknowledges in the final shot, visually echoing the shape of her hat, implies her equivalence to an object, while the camera remaining on the pagoda after she has left the frame -– like its lingering on the ground of Kibukozi’s garden after she and Katsunosuke leave on their lovers’ tryst, or on a tree in a courtyard during the flight of the uncovered counterfeiter –- suggests that all these things will outlast her. The predilection of French critics for linking Mizoguchi with Murnau seems largely dictated by this sense of fatality, expressed equally by the striking high-angle shots, a fairly constant use of the diagonal line, and the movement between the “sympathy” and autonomy of several extended camera movements in relation to Oharu: her endless flight of despair through the woods after reading Katsunosuke’s parting message to her; her nocturnal street walk in the opening shot –- repeated near the film’s close –- as an axis round which things happen, which closely resembles the City Woman’s walk in Sunrise. But quite apart from the visual rendering of Oharu’s condition and fate –- a “statement” that is made no less contemporary by the beauty and density of its period detail –- one must also consider Ichiro Saito’s prodigious musical score. From the solo instrument accompanying Oharu and her parents’ departure from Kyoto to the percussive wooden blocks punctuating the grunts of the men carrying Matsudaira’s servant there; from Oharu’s discovery of an old courtesan singing in a broken voice to her later recapitulation of the same song, in comparable circumstances; from the dead silence when she sees her son passing on the road as a child to the throbbing harp-like arpeggios that accompany her brief glimpse of him as a man — Oharu’s soundtrack achieves a rare diversity of effect that never deviates from the film’s sustained emotional and narrative rigor. By the time we reach the choral passage over the closing shot, we have arrived at a sublime tabula rasa that perfectly complements the one we see on the screen: as with the closing shots of Queen Christina and Les Bonnes Femmes, it is a coda that tells us nothing and, by doing so, expresses everything.
JONATHAN ROSENBAUM

Monthly Film Bulletin, March 1975 (vol. 42, no. 494)

Published on 10 Mar 1975 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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Conversation with Paul Morrissey (Part I)

From Oui (March 1975). I no longer recall whether or not the editors changed

the wording of some of my questions; I suspect that in many cases they did.

Because of the length of this interview, I’m posting it in two parts. -– J.R.

Excerpted from the Introduction [obviously not by me]:

“Jonathan Rosenbaum interviewed Morrissey in Paris, shortly after the director had completed his latest films [Flesh for Frankenstein and Blood for Dracula aka Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein and Andy Warhol’s Dracula (sic, sic), only the second of which I’ve ever seen, then or since. -– J.R.] He described being greeted at the door by Nico, of the original and most durable Factory regulars:

“Nico entertained me with comparisons of Paris and Los Angeles, while Morrissey served me orange soda from his refrigerator,” he said. “Morrissey enjoys talking –- the interview was nearly a monologue –- and he speaks in a slightly nasal tone, a cross between Brando and the Bronx.”

OUI: There’s a noticeable difference between your early movies, such as Trash,

and your latest ones, Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein and Andy Warhol’s Dracula.

Is it true, as some critics contend, that you’ve gone from the underground

to the surface?

MORRISSEY: Each time I make another film, I want to change, but I don’t want

change that much. It’s mostly a question of adapting. I never optioned scripts

to agents to show to actors, which is the conventional film-making system in the

U. S. I’ve always made independent films in an independent way, and I know it

would be nice to preserve some of that: casting them myself, writing the stories

myself, having a say in as many things as possible. But I’ve come to the conclusion

that by doing things that way, you become isolated from a lot of thing — certainly

from the rest of the film business. Critics, especially the New York critics, treat this

independence with contempt. They prefer to deal with known quantities like scripts

they can evaluate, directors they can find an easy way of talking about.

OUI: But it’s because you are not a known quantity that your films have been

distinctive. Wouldn’t you say being so independent has been an advantage?

MORRISSEY: Certainly. I think the films I’ve made have been different. Their

strong point is that they are very rich in characterization, even though they’re

not commercial. I still enjoy all the films that I made with Andy Warhol. What

Andy hit upon was that characters were vanishing from films, characterization

was disappearing and was being upstaged by a lot of cinematic claptrap. Andy

completely eliminated the claptrap. He just turned on the camera and left the room.

OUI: What were your and Warhol’s respective roles in your early films

together, such as My Hustler and The Chelsea Girls?

MORRISSEY: I just understood what Andy was doing and helped him do it. Andy

usually operated the camera. I always did the lights, organized the film, got the

actors together, told them what to do. We never ever told actors just to be

themselves. That’s a lot of crap. The people who’ve tried to copy Warhol have

always gotten it completely wrong, except for Norman Mailer. He understood that

you take people and put them into acting situations, trying to make them lose a

consciousness of acting. By eliminating written dialogue and camera changes, you

lose the artificiality of a commercial movie. You get something different.

OUI: You said that Warhol turned on the camera and left the room, but that

certainly isn’t what you’re now doing in your films. Isn’t there a lot less

improvisation and accident in your new films than in your early ones?

MORRISSEY: No, there’s just as much, but it’s edited down, so you don’t see the

gaps where nothing’s happening. Those gaps are interesting in and of themselves,

but they make the films much less accessible. My films are a blend, more or less,

of what Andy hit upon and of more conventional film making.

OUI: But so many of Warhol’s early films, particularly Sleep and Empire, have no

characterization. They are directors’ films at best and inside jokes at worst.

MORRISSEY: Nobody looks at Empire, the 24-hour Empire State Building film.

Even Andy’s never looked at it. I assume it was done to provoke journalists. But

consider The Chelsea Girls and Bike Boy; there you have performances and

characterization.

OUI: So your definition of a good film is one with strong characterization. You

must have liked Last Tango in Paris.

MORRISSEY: No. I think it’s a very poor film. It has a self-indulgent performance

by Marlon Brando — full of his bargain-basement psychoanalyzing and notions

of life and death. For a number of years, he was the best actor alive, and then he

didn’t want to be that anymore. He wanted to become intellectual. He kept

looking for films that had something important to say. Bertolucci is still one of

the most talented directors in Europe, but I say that because of The Conformist,

which is a really superb film. Pauline Kael and many others went into ecstasy

over Tango. They found it the definitive statement of contemporary sexuality. I

just don’t think that young girls get emotionally overwrought by older men, at

least not so much so that they have to shoot them. That’s excessive. It’s

melodramatic and soap-operatic.

OUI: Mailer criticized the film for having simulated sex. Do you think that makes

any difference?

MORRISSEY: No. Having real sex in a movie is silly, like really killing animals.

What’s the point? The purpose of a film is to tell stories. The whole purpose of

the camera is to lie.

OUI: But a lot of people feel that your film Heat is a much more accurate and

truthful portrayal of Hollywood than what one ordinarily expects.

MORRISSEY: Well, realism and naturalism are always to be sought after. Any kind

of theatrical fabrication is a valid thing. But people have always had this crazy

idea that we were interested in making “real” films. Andy, in all his film making,

never tried to presume that anything he was doing was real — it was always a film,

and the format and stylistic devices always called attention to this. The theatrical

part of it was prominent, but by eliminating written dialogue and camera changes,

you lose the artificiality of a regular movie. The result is something different.

out: Well, you and Warhol started making films in an environment that was

certainly out of the ordinary. Because of the campy nature of the Factory, your films

had an aura about them that led the audience to believe that they were seeing a

very special and bizarre slice of life. What’s happened to the Factory scene now?

MORRISSEY: The Factory isn’t what it was, but then again, what was it to begin

with? Basically, it was a figment of journalists’ imaginations. Andy did a lot of

painting in a big loft, and the phone would ring and someone would answer,

and instead of saying “Andy Warhol’s loft,” he’d say “Factory.” Journalists

imagined there was a lot of hippie-commune filth sitting up there taking drugs

and getting in front of movie cameras. It was always a fictionalized thing. Andy

still has a loft where he does his paintings. And whereas years ago the phone

would be answered by the people who were hanging around, now Andy employs

people to do that. Otherwise, there isn’t much difference. Andy doesn’t make

films anymore, but he makes a lot of video tapes, and he tape-records people

and photographs them. But that’s always been a hobby with Andy. He hasn’t

changed a bit.

OUI: The Factory scene was a kind of miniature Hollywood, with stars like

foe Dallesandro, Holly Woodlawn, Viva Superstar and Ondine. If the Hollywood

studio system were still operating, would you want to work in it?

MORRISSEY: Oh, yes. I always like to quote Bette Davis, who said, “I don’t think

there will ever be a better system for making films.” The studio system

wasn’t some idiotic director’s or producer’s or critic’s idea of how a good

movie should be made. It evolved naturally out of the growth of the film industry,

as an integral part of why films are made and why people go to see them. Audiences

go to see people they like. Great stars are the true artists of film because they’ve

understood who they are and have managed to render themselves truly. For

example, what John Wayne has done is not to analyze a character — the piece of

paper, the script that he’s got — but rather he has taken his own personality and

kept it exactly the same for each film, in the same way a great artist keeps his

personality in all the paintings he does. This is frowned upon by critics, because they

believe it’s not acting. Actually, it’s the best kind of acting.

You read a good book because you meet characters you like, not because of plots or philosophical notions. The novel no longer exists because authors don’t introduce good characters. As the writing of critics became more important, it influenced the people who wrote novels. Basically, the novel thrived only when it was an individual thing between the writer and the reader. In the film world, the critics became very important, and suddenly directors were being influenced by what the critics were saying. Making a film for an audience was considered second-rate, pandering. When you lose characterization, you get directors’ films or writers’ films. Then you lose your audience. People stay home and watch TV, because there they can see characters. Nowadays, there’s no longer a film industry in America. We have a very fickle public that’s told in advance what it’s supposed to see: Love Story, The Godfather, The Exorcist. Whether the film is good or bad is immaterial; people have the notion that if the film was a best-selling novel, everybody’s read it and therefore everyone should see it and talk about it the next night at the pizza parlor.

But for me, it all comes back to character. I think the films that stand up are the ones you remember because you like the people, like Katharine Hepburn in Alice Adams, Vivien Leigh in Gone With the Wind, Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront.

OUI: Would you ever consider taking well-known stars such as these and using them in improvisational situations? Robert Altman has done this. Do you think he’s been successful?

MORRISSEY: No; it’s hard for name actors to improvise. I tend to be critical because I’ve directed so much of that kind of work. Commercial films can’t do that. They don’t have the time. When it’s done in a commercial film, it involves only a very short scene. Needless to say, you can’t really improvise under those conditions. You need a situation that’s loose, that doesn’t demand too much plot, and then, in the editing of the film, you take out all the gaps. Another problem with improvising is that professional actors are too self-conscious to improvise –- you can see their brains working.

There were actors who improvised brilliantly on TV, such as Sid Caesar and Imogene Coca, or Jackie Gleason and his cast on The Honeymooners. They had written scripts, but they didn’t memorize them. They went in on Saturday afternoon’, ran through them once or twice, and then went in front of the cameras. The Johnny Carson Show is totally improvised, and very often is much more interesting than an old movie.

OUI: Do you ever create situations with which to surprise actors while they’re improvising?

MORRISSEY: Never. In our early experiments, we found that surprises would sometimes happen automatically. For example, when Ondine lost his temper in The Chelsea Girls, it was really interesting and we kept it. The best subjects to improvise on are the most innocuous subjects. When Marlon Brando improvises on the meaning of life and death, it just becomes his little thing, it doesn’t relate to anything. But to hear somebody talk about what he cooked for dinner the night before, and how the oil spilled or something –- to me, that becomes universal and meaningful and worth listening to.

To come back to your question about name actors improvising, I think a lot of people can improvise, but I’d never ask, say, Clint Eastwood to do it, because I already like what he does, and why should I take the risk? If you work with famous actors, you should work with a script. People often tell me they like my movies and then they say, “But could you work with a script?” As though that were harder! I always like to ask in reply: “Could you work without a script?” OUI: Since you work without a script, why do the credits of your films read, “Written and directed by Paul Morrissey?”

MORRISSEY: Well, I don’t type the script out, I write it in the sense that I create the story and accept or reject lines given to me by the actors. I think the merit of my films, if there is any, is that the films are basically literary, even though the dialogue isn’t written.

(To be continued; Part II is mainly about politics)

Published on 05 Mar 1975 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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