Crystalline
I was watching The Trouble With Harry the other night. Its always a "good break" for a Hitchcock buff to "break free from the ones that have a grip forever" (Psycho, North by Northwest, Rear Window, Strangers on a Train, Vertigo with reservations and yep...Frenzy from my own cognitive lifetime) and check out some other Hitchcock films.
I've always liked The Trouble With Harry. All the critical emphasis is on its being "a rare Hitchcock comedy," or "a deadpan British comedy set in America," or "a black comedy about a body that won't stay buried"
is true enough, but rather misses the point of the EXPERIENCE of watching and listening to the movie itself.
Its star, Shirley MacLaine, put it this way: "It was a bomb...an arty bomb, but a bomb nonetheless." And it was her movie debut. But not to worry, her next movie was a Martin/Lewis and she was on her way.
But she was right about The Trouble With Harry. It IS arty. Almost an art film(though it can't be, because I understood it.) The art is largely in the very quiet pacing of the film, the way -- even with Bernard Herrmann's first score for Hitchcock floating in and out in ways alternating the pastoral with the macabre -- it is almost a SILENT film. Hitchcock uses what film critic James Agee called "air pockets of silence" to almost FORCE the audience to take it easy...slow things WAY down...and take in this tiny little Vermont hamlet with its very small assortment of very eccentric people.
John Forsythe's "entrance" is a case in point. Before we see the man clearly -- before we see his face -- he is a tiny, distant figure walking into "town"(two buildings) from the beautiful fall foliage. And he is SINGING. Acapella -in a big rich deep masculine voice that , quite frankly CANNOT be the voice of John Forsythe(someone compared it to Paul Robeson.)
Hitchcock paces time between the lyrics for Forsythe to STOP singing, for silence to take over, and we all lean in to the absence of sound. And then the big voice starts singing again. Its all very emotional AND technical(to create the ILLUSION of a man singing far away from us, his voice disappearing into the whispery rustle of tree leaves and the silence of nobody there.)
The rest of the movie follows a "fade out and pause" structure that was first used in Rear Window to capture James Stewart's "awake then asleep" napping in his hot NYC apartment, then used in To Catch a Thief to turn Monte Carlo into a dangerous city of night and silent rooftops and here-- to convert a small place in Vermont into a kind of "Brigadoon with 7 people" -- where IS the rest of the world. (A Psycho reference would be Arbogast's take on the Bates Motel: "This is the first place I've seen that looks like its hiding from the world.")
The movie is famous for its gorgeous Technicolor shots(by cinematographer Robert Burks, fresh off of an Oscar for To Catch a Thief) of the gorgeous golds, yellows, browns, and reds of autumn in Vermont under blue skies and against green hillsides.
As I've noted before, I personally love -- sometimes -- to pull out my Trouble With Harry DVD and just watch/listen to the opening minutes (before Jerry Mathers arrives as first on screen) -- with calm shot after calm shot after calm shot of the Vermont countryside and homes as Herrmann spins out his most BEAUTIFUL music ever. Its like one of those "relaxation tapes."
But on this recent re-watch, I was reminded that along with its gorgeous daytime scenes, The Trouble With Harry has several great NIGHTIME scenes.
Most of them have to do with the "burial squad" (one young couple, one middle aged couple) moving up and down the hillside to bury, dig up, and rebury Harry. There is at least one great shot of all of them along a ridge against the night sky.
But also two shots from different angles:
ONE: Long shot looking UP the hill: the deputy sheriff's old jalopy coming DOWN the hill road into town.
TWO: Long shot looking DOWN the hill: the deputy sheriff's old mother running UP the hill to tell "the burial squad" that they must come quickly...something WONDERFUL is waiting for them in town, the answer to all their dreams.
These night time shots all have some "plot" to them, but they are more important for setting a MOOD...in this tiny Vermont hamlet surrounded by countryside, spooky things are going on -- a man's dead body is being moved about, buried, dug up and reburied , but -- the WORLD in which this story takes place -- especially the night world -- is otherworldly.
And, as a photographic matter, that world is : crystalline.
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