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Monday, December 5, 2016

75 Years in CASABLANCA (1942)

It's December 1941 when Ilsa walks into Rick's Cafe Americain. "In all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world," he complains, "she walks into mine." It is not, however, simply chance, since Rick's Cafe occupies a border space between European chaos and American safety. Through that space Ilsa and her freedom fighter husband, Victor Laszlo, must journey if they are to continue the work of the resistance and survive. It's hard to believe that the story of Casablanca (1942) unfolds exactly 75 years ago this month, especially now, when we seem to be experiencing the history that the ignorant are doomed to repeat. Its message is suddenly seen not in the rearview mirror of nostalgia but up ahead of us, and terrifyingly close. There has never been a better time to visit this film again, but we have to look beyond the sentimental romance and consider the darker warnings that Casablanca sounds.

We generally celebrate Casablanca as a love story, albeit one with a triangular, adulterous twist. Even Lauren Bacall focused on that element in her recorded introduction to a video release of the picture; it's hard sometimes to get past the soft light on Ingrid Bergman's face and the wounded expression on Bogart's as they gaze at each other. There's "As Time Goes By" and that iconic scene with the plane. There are lines like "Here's looking at you, kid." These elements are an important part of the movie's appeal, but they're also the sweetness that helps us take our medicine. The film knows that. As Rick says, "It doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."

Around and behind the romance, Casablanca sounds an alarm about the chaos threatening to overtake the world, about the danger of being complacent or refusing to stick your neck out for anyone. Rick and Louis both start the film as morally ambivalent characters; while they don't become perfect men, they do ultimately figure out what side they need to be on and how to commit to the fight. As in any time of crisis, there are men who look only to profit from the misery of others, and there are those, like the Nazis, who are eager to command and destroy. Parasites, profiteers, and strongmen thrive on the collapse of civilization, at least in the short term. Ugarte and Ferrari hope to make fortunes on the letters of transit. The pickpocket warns of vultures even as he makes off with the wallets of the unsuspecting. Major Strasser looks to impose Nazi order on a supposedly neutral space and crush Laszlo's resistance. Indifference, selfishness, and outright cruelty abound.

At the same time, we are presented with evidence of the decency and spirit of innocent people trapped in this dangerous situation. Even at his most jaded, Rick stocks his cafe with refugee employees, including Carl and Sascha. He helps the young Bulgarian couple after the girl comes to him for advice about surrendering to the sexual coercion of Louis. There are other moments of humanity in the bar; they seem like minor scenes, but they reinforce the message we are meant to understand. Carl speaks kindly to the elderly couple who practice their English and hope for a better life in America. Yvonne rediscovers her love of country. Of course, Victor Laszlo embodies the noblest, most courageous values of the force for good. He has been captured, imprisoned, tortured, pursued, and threatened with all the fury of the Reich, yet he prevails with dignity and determination. He does not compromise with evil. The scene in which he leads the cafe patrons in singing "La Marseillaise" remains powerful even after 75 years. It is a moment of protest, courage, and hope in the face of unfathomable horror. That, to me, is the very heart of Casablanca and what it means.

Although the film was made after the United States entered the war, the original play, Everybody Comes to Rick's, was written before that, when the country had retreated into an isolationist position and left critical allies like Great Britain and France to face the onslaught alone. One wonders what Americans thought would happen once the Nazis and Japanese finished their march across the rest of the world. The events of Casablanca unfold in the last days of Americans' collective slumber. As Rick laments, "I bet they're asleep in New York. I bet they're asleep all over America." They would be rudely awakened on December 7, 1941, when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. They would be fully conscious by the time Casablanca arrived in theaters in late 1942 and early 1943. It went on to win the Oscar for Best Picture in 1944. By the time people saw Casablanca  they could really understand the message it had to share; they were in the thick of the war and fighting for real. They knew that they, like Rick and Louis, would have to make a stand. They hoped for leaders like Victor Laszlo to show them the way.

It's important to remember that many of the supporting players who helped make Casablanca had personal stakes in its story well before Pearl Harbor. There are very few Americans in the cast. Conrad Veidt and his Jewish wife had escaped Germany in the 1930s because his very public opposition to the Nazis made him a target. (Read this wonderful tribute to Veidt on Birth.Movies.Death for more about his life and devotion to the Allied cause.) He played Nazi villains in Hollywood to highlight the danger they posed. S.Z. Sakall was a Hungarian Jew who fled Hungary for Hollywood in 1940; all three of his sisters died in Nazi concentration camps. (Paula's Cinema Club offers this excellent post about Sakall's life and work.) The film's director, Michael Curtiz, was also a Hungarian, although he had left Europe in the 1920s. Paul Henreid, an Austro-Hungarian, strongly opposed the Nazis and became a US citizen in 1941, while fellow Austro-Hungarian Peter Lorre, who was Jewish, left his acting career in Germany after 1933 and fled to the United States. Even Madeleine Lebeau, who played Yvonne, fled her native France as the Germans invaded. (The last surviving member of the cast, she died in May of this year. You can read her New York Times obituary here.) They were immigrants and refugees who knew too well the nature of the threat the world was facing.

These are things we can ponder as we watch Casablanca in December 2016, with the 75th anniversary of Pearl Harbor also happening this month. In this late age we again find fascism and authoritarian rule on the rise. Around the world, desperate refugees seek to escape war and chaos while the vultures gather to pick over their bones. Disinformation and self-interest keep many blind to the dangers we face, especially in the United States, which once prided itself on being a beacon for democracy, a light in the dark of a troubled world. People are in danger. Freedom is in peril. The basic human rights of millions, both at home and abroad, are being denied. Already we find ourselves facing the same choice as Rick, whether to stick our necks out or look out only for ourselves. We must look to the real world's Victor Laszlos for inspiration. I hope that for you, and for all of us, it will be the beginning of beautiful friendships with like-minded souls. In the meantime, we'll always have Casablanca.


Monday, May 19, 2014

Classic Films in Focus: THE THIEF OF BAGDAD (1940)

Producer Alexander Korda’s lavish revision of the 1924 silent version of The Thief of Bagdad marks a key moment in the evolution of the fantasy adventure film. It would prove an inspiration to imaginative filmmakers for generations to come; its influence is clearly seen, for example, in the Sinbad movies of Ray Harryhausen, himself an iconic figure in the history of fantasy films. Shot in sumptuous color and bursting with visual delights, The Thief of Bagdad thrills viewers of all ages with its magical creatures and daring escapes, but youngsters will especially appreciate the role of child star Sabu as the plucky thief who gives the story its human interest as well as its title. The movie benefits further from the efforts of a team of directors, including Michael Powell, and memorable performances from Conrad Veidt, June Duprez, and Rex Ingram.

Sabu plays Abu, the loyal companion of lovestruck hero Ahmad (John Justin), whose passion for a beautiful princess (June Duprez) carries the pair into many trials and adventures. Ahmad’s corrupt vizier, Jaffar (Conrad Veidt), first usurps Ahmad’s throne and then tries to win the princess for himself, even bribing her foolish father with a mechanical flying horse. Dark magic and corrupt political power repeatedly enable Jaffar to thwart Ahmad and Abu, but the discovery of a genie (Rex Ingram) and a magical stone offer the heroes some much needed assistance.

The film features an impressive array of special effects that bring its locations and creatures to life, although some techniques are so subtly employed that most viewers will never recognize them. Wide shots of huge fantasy settings use hanging miniatures and matte paintings brilliantly; we perceive the colorful towers of Arabian cities and a giant statue as real things rather than mere illusions, which draws us into the world and encourages us to invest in its characters. The fabulous beings who populate this landscape get our attention more readily, for they are creatures calculated to inspire amazement. A mechanical steed comes to life and carries its riders into the sky, a silver statue seduces and then kills with half a dozen arms, and an enormous genie emerges from his bottle to fill the screen and frighten tiny Abu. A few of these effects scenes reveal their age, especially around the edges, but they were groundbreaking accomplishments in 1940, and they still have the power to charm and surprise a generation brought up on computerized cinematic spectacles.

The performances of the human actors help to sell this story of exotic enchantment. Conrad Veidt projects hypnotic menace as the evil Jaffar, a villain of great cunning and power, while June Duprez is lovely enough to justify all of the attention she gets from both Jaffar and Ahmad. John Justin, making his very first screen appearance, plays Ahmad as affable, romantic, and sincere, especially during his blind beggar phase. He has just a touch of roguish charm to liven up his character without stealing Sabu’s thunder. A jovial Rex Ingram makes the genie a highlight of the picture, and Miles Malleson, who also wrote the screenplay, has a memorable role as the toy-obsessed sultan. Foremost of all, however, is Sabu, the Indian child actor who had first appeared in Korda’s Elephant Boy in 1937. With his mischievous grin and youthful charisma, Sabu brings a street urchin’s perspective to the grand calamities of the adult world. He’s funny, energetic, and boyishly handsome, a more exotic version of Tom Sawyer or Peter Pan. It’s easy to see why Korda was eager to capitalize on the sixteen year old’s appeal by building pictures around him.

The Thief of Bagdad won three Oscars, for Cinematography, Art Direction, and, most deservedly, Special Effects. Sabu, like many child stars, did not enjoy much success as an adult actor, but his other early films include Drums (1938), Jungle Book (1942), and Black Narcissus (1947). Conrad Veidt, best remembered as a Nazi in Casablanca (1942), can also be found tackling a sinister role in A Woman’s Face (1941). Look for June Duprez in None but the Lonely Heart (1944) and for Rex Ingram in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1939) and Anna Lucasta (1958). Don’t miss Miles Malleson, one of the most prolific actors in the cast, as Dr. Chasuble in The Importance of Being Earnest (1952). Be sure to point out to young viewers the remarkable similarities between The Thief of Bagdad and Disney’s Aladdin (1992); Sabu’s protagonist gets downgraded to a monkey sidekick, but many of the plot elements and characters are exactly the same.

The Thief of Bagdad is available on DVD from the Criterion Collection and is currently included in the Criterion streaming catalog on Hulu Plus.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Changing Women's Fates and Faces in Three Classic Films


Her Face was Her Fortune:
Changing Women’s Fates and Faces in Three Classic Films

In Sunset Boulevard (1950), Norma Desmond contends that silent movie stars “didn’t need dialogue. We had faces.” Indeed, motion pictures have been obsessed with faces from the very beginning, particularly the faces of women who, like the celebrated Helen of Troy, have launched a thousand films with their alluring looks, from Lillian Gish and Gloria Swanson to Lauren Bacall and Marilyn Monroe. Inevitably, however, the cinematic obsession with such beauty also provokes an irresistible urge toward distortion and destruction. Women’s disfigurement has long been a popular trope in film, going at least as far back as the infamous eye-cutting scene in Luis Buñuel’s Un Chien Andalou (1929) and the gruesome mutilation of the villainess in Tod Browning’s Freaks (1932). Aside from its shock value, disfigurement is a particularly effective cinematic symbol because the audience can literally see the ways in which appearance and identity inform one another, but for women the idea of facial disfigurement is particularly powerful because of cultural pressures that emphasize women’s beauty as their most important asset. 

In both literature and film, this theme merges with more complicated gender issues because the creator and/or destroyer of female beauty is typically male. In some films, male characters wreck women’s faces as a way of establishing dominance, either over the woman herself or over others who witness the act. We might think of Lee Marvin scalding Gloria Grahame’s face with hot coffee in The Big Heat (1953) or the infamous Coke bottle scene in The Long Goodbye (1973). At other times, however, men assume dominance over nature itself by trying to repair female faces that have already been destroyed. Today, I will consider three classic films in which disfigured women are remade by male surgeons, with varying results: George Cukor’s Joan Crawford melodrama, A Woman’s Face (1941), Terence Fisher’s Hammer noir, Stolen Face (1952), and Georges Franju’s intellectual French horror film, Eyes without a Face (1960). Each of these films belongs to a different genre, but all three demonstrate a subtle relationship with influential stories of masculine creation, particularly Frankenstein and the Pygmalion myth. Men “play God” by altering the faces of female characters, but each film reveals that the women are more than mere creatures, and their own choices help to change or seal their fates in the aftermath of the surgeons’ efforts.

A Woman’s Face was originally made in Sweden in 1938, with Ingrid Bergman in the starring role, but the 1941 Hollywood remake with Joan Crawford is better known and more widely available today. Crawford plays Anna Holm, a woman who suffered facial burns as a child because of her drunken father and who has grown up to be a career criminal because her disfigurement bars her access to more respectable employment. Her life changes when she meets a plastic surgeon who repairs her features, thus giving her a chance to start her life anew. Unfortunately, Anna has already fallen under the spell of another man, who urges her to use her new identity to help him commit murder.

As a women’s picture, A Woman’s Face focuses on the emotional struggles of Crawford’s heroine, who is at first embittered by her disfigurement and lashes out at the world because of its rejection of her. When Torsten Barring, played by the sinister Conrad Veidt, first makes love to Anna, he does so because he thinks that her scarred face reflects a similarly twisted soul within. Barring likes the monstrous Anna because he believes they are birds of a feather, and it certainly seems plausible that Anna might allow her spirit to be irreparably corrupted in exchange for something like love. The noble-minded but unhappily married Dr. Segert, played by Melvyn Douglas, pulls Anna in the opposite direction by giving her a new face that he hopes her soul will grow to match. Of course, like any good Pygmalion, the doctor falls in love with his creation, although his sense of integrity prevents him from acting on his passion out of deference to his unfaithful wife.

Throughout the film, Anna is overtly conscious of her own role as Segert’s creation. Intelligent and well-read, she repeatedly connects her situation with that of Frankenstein’s monster and the myth of Pygmalion and Galatea; she worries that the doctor’s interference will only yield “a beautiful monster with no heart,” as opposed to the psychic transformation that Segert hopes for and eventually gets. Other aspects of the film further the comparisons, particularly with Frankenstein’s monster: Anna is shown to be afraid of fire, and her ultimate test involves her ability to harm a small child. At the end of the picture, when Anna says, “I want to belong to the human race,” she echoes the unrealized desire of Mary Shelley’s creature, but she enjoys a happier fate herself because her creator, Dr. Segert, never heartlessly rejects or abandons her. 

Although the plot upholds the idea of the male surgeon as a successful shaper of fates and faces, Anna’s own awareness of her role as a symbolic, mythic figure gives her agency and makes this a woman’s story about her own transformation rather than a man’s story about transforming a woman. Crawford’s protagonist is complex and dynamic, far more than either an ugly or a pretty face. Even before her operation, she is presented to the audience as a deeply flawed but still sympathetic character, the kind of role that Crawford excelled at playing. She yearns for acceptance and love, and as she receives them she transforms into a better, more balanced person. Her new face allows her to get close to a child for the first time, and this relationship awakens her long-dormant maternal feelings, leading her to rebel against Torsten’s plans, even though he was the first person to accept her in spite of her disfigurement. In the climactic scenes, Anna proves her ability to make difficult decisions and take action. No mere clay in the potter’s hand, she has a powerful personality whether or not she has a beautiful face. Dr. Segert does not create her identity as much as he liberates it, and perhaps this is why the operation is ultimately a success.

The doctor’s efforts yield less sanguine results in Stolen Face, a 1952 noir picture from Hammer Films. Paul Henreid stars as the plastic surgeon, Dr. Philip Ritter, who remakes a female convict’s face to match that of a beautiful concert pianist with whom the doctor has become romantically obsessed. Initially played by Mary Mackenzie, Lily agrees to the operation because she naïvely believes that “any change would be an improvement.” Both the post-surgery convict, Lily, and the pianist, Alice, are played by Lizabeth Scott, but their physical resemblance masks their very different personalities. Having already married his creation, Dr. Ritter soon discovers that his best efforts to remake Lily into another Alice are doomed to fail, and his situation becomes even more problematic when the real Alice returns.

Unlike Dr. Segert in A Woman’s Face, Dr. Ritter really does end up creating “a beautiful monster, ” although Lily’s problem might be too much heart rather than too little. She trusts the doctor to make her life better, but he presumptuously decides that her identity is as malleable and disposable as her original face. Ritter’s transformation into another Victor Frankenstein doesn’t happen overnight. At first, his intentions are honorable; we see him working in a women’s prison even before he meets the alluring Alice. The doctor believes that disfigured women become criminals because of the psychological damage inflicted by their deformities, and a prison official initially confirms this opinion when he says that only one of Ritter’s patients has returned to crime after her operation and release. Ritter first meets Lily during this more altruistic phase of his efforts; badly scarred during the Blitz, Lily seems unhappy but not necessarily evil, and she lights up at the doctor’s offered hope for the new life that a new face can bring. Unfortunately, Ritter becomes smitten with Alice before he returns to operate on Lily, and by then his motivations have become corrupted by his desire to create a duplicate of the woman he lost by forcing Lily to take her place. Not surprisingly, Lily eventually rebels against this transformation, returning to a life of crime and making Ritter’s life miserable.

Stolen Face puts the conventional themes of film noir – obsession, fatalism, and betrayal - to good use in its exploration of the male creator’s doomed effort to control his creation. Ritter’s obsession with Alice twists his personality and his perspective, leading him to tempt fate by trying to transform Lily into Alice’s double, but Ritter betrays Lily’s faith in him by doing so, and Lily then betrays Ritter in return. Like Victor Frankenstein, Ritter comes to hate the thing that he has made, but Lily, like the monster, is more sinned against than sinning. Ritter, the noir anti-hero, is the character who makes a fatal mistake, believing that he can treat a living human being like a mound of sculptor’s clay, ignoring the very different personality that already exists beneath the changeable face. Ritter fails to understand, until it is too late, that his power to transform the face does not include the power to transform the person. He does not see Lily as an individual at all. When he tells his partner that he plans to marry Lily, Ritter says, “If I don’t believe in my work, what can I believe in?” Lily is not the woman he loves; she is his “work,” and she quickly realizes that he has no interest in her real self. “Why don’t you stop trying to make me something I’m not?” she asks him, sick of his control over her clothes, her hair, and her behavior. Like James Stewart’s Scottie in the later and more celebrated 1958 Hitchcock film, Vertigo, Ritter thinks women are interchangeable, malleable, and passive beings without any will or agency of their own. In both films, this mistake proves fatal, although not for the person who actually makes it.

In both Stolen Face and Vertigo, the created woman ultimately becomes the victim of her creator, unwillingly sacrificed on the altar of his ego. Like Kim Novak’s Judy Barton, Lily is doomed by a man’s attempts to control her face and her fate; at the end of the picture she falls from a moving train and is killed, while Ritter lives to be reunited with the far too forgiving Alice. This conclusion echoes the end of the 1931 film adaptation of Frankenstein rather than the end of Shelley’s original novel; for poetic justice and the ends of true noir fatalism to be served, Ritter ought certainly to have paid with his life, as well. The last spoken line of the picture is an ironic parting shot: “Well, at least she’ll never know what it is to go through life disfigured,” a bystander says as Lily’s mangled corpse lies beside the railroad track. The comment implies that disfigurement is the worst fate a woman can suffer, but the preceding story has shown only too well that Lily would have been much better off if she had never met Philip Ritter. She might have lived with a scarred face, but she cannot live with a stolen one.

If Dr. Ritter steals one woman’s face for another in a more benign way, then the plastic surgeon in Eyes without a Face does so in a much more horrific fashion. The 1960 film from French director Georges Franju follows the efforts of Dr. Génessier, played by Pierre Brasseur, to create a new face for his tragically disfigured daughter by cutting the faces off of other young women and grafting them onto his daughter’s mutilated features. Christiane, the daughter, is played by the lovely Edith Scob, but throughout most of the film her wrecked face remains hidden behind a disturbingly featureless mask. The doctor is assisted in his work by Louise, a devoted nurse played by Alida Valli, who traps and kidnaps the girls needed for the surgeon’s repeated attempts to make his only child beautiful again.

Franju plunges the altered face plot into the territory of fully realized horror, a genre shift that highlights the story’s affinity with Frankenstein even more clearly. The male surgeon’s transgressive, godlike act of remaking the woman’s face becomes even more disturbing when he is willing to sacrifice other innocent women in order to achieve his goal. Génessier’s obsession with his own surgical work has crossed the threshold into madness, but this doctor has more cause to be unhinged than the others because he is directly responsible for his daughter’s disfigurement. Having accidentally become the destroyer of his own daughter’s beauty, Génessier is determined to restore it to her, even at the cost of the numerous young women who become his surgical victims. He seems not to realize that he only continues acts of destruction, becoming more and more a monster himself. His experiments include grafts on a huge pack of dogs kept caged in the lower recesses of his compound, and Christiane recognizes the affinity between herself and the howling prisoners on whom her father operates again and again. The dogs’ relentless noise evokes both the cries of the damned in Hell and the clamoring of Fate waiting to catch up with the presumptuous surgeon.

Both of the earlier films offer the audience a good look at the disfigured woman before her transformation but draw a veil over the actual surgical process, while Eyes Without a Face does exactly the opposite. We catch only the briefest glimpse of Christiane’s ruined features, although a secondhand account of her accident suggests the full horror of her experience. Instead, the film’s great moment of shock and horror comes with a graphic depiction of the removal of another young woman’s face, a scene that reportedly caused audience members at the film’s debut to faint in droves. While the other two films offer demure bandage removal scenes that emphasize successful restoration, Franju’s picture overwhelms the viewer with the terrible destructive power of the surgeon’s work. We don’t see Dr. Segert and Dr. Ritter operate on their patients’ faces, although on some level we must realize that they cut, sculpt, stitch, and shape in a rather similar fashion. Franju, whose other films lay bare the horrors of the slaughterhouse and the insane asylum, grants us no reprieve from this ugly fact. The operation scene goes on, slowly and horribly, until all our hope of not seeing it happen has been lost. Génessier commits the act partly out of an obsessive masculine desire for control and partly out of guilt and love for his own disfigured child, but the camera forces us to see the destruction of the innocent girl who is his victim. Robbed of her face and her individuality, she eventually dies, and her blood is clearly on Génessier’s hands. In the meantime, the surgeon grafts the stolen face onto Christiane, but the dead girl’s sacrifice provides only a temporary restoration. When we finally see Edith Scob’s pretty features, they are disturbingly connected in our minds with the scene of mutilation and horror we have already been forced to witness. Beauty itself has become horrific.

Although she is not as erudite as Anna Holm, Christiane turns out to be all too conscious of the implications of her situation, and, like Lily, she eventually rebels against the masculine creator who seeks to control her destiny. Early in the film, Christiane confesses to Louise that while she is afraid of her face, she fears her shapeless mask even more. Her father has given her the mask and the commandment to wear it, presumably because he cannot bear to look at Christiane’s disfigured features. His guilt tortures him as much as her deformity, but Christiane, who is not guilty, feels less desire to hide from herself. Her father has pretended that Christiane is dead, using one of his faceless victims as a double for her corpse, and he has cut her off from the world, including the man she loves. She is literally a prisoner in her own home, hidden away, carefully controlled, as caged as the dogs in the secret kennels below. Even when she enjoys a brief return to beauty, her father controls her, telling her to smile, “but not too much.” Worst of all, her father’s monstrous acts implicate her in their horror because she wears the faces of the dead and mutilated girls, and she realizes that he will go on subjecting her and them to his operations forever. As her case is more extreme than Lily’s, so her rebellion is more violent. Determined to put an end to her own confinement and the suffering of her father’s victims, Christiane liberates the most recently kidnapped girl, murders Louise, and sets loose the pack of mutilated dogs. As Christiane, ghostly in white, floats through the final scenes, the dogs take their revenge on their tormentor. Having brought about her father’s destruction, the faceless girl vanishes into the darkness, much like the creature at the end of Shelley’s Frankenstein.

In each of these three films, certain elements recur. In the first place, the woman’s disfigurement is always, whether directly or indirectly, caused by men. Both Anna and Christiane are mutilated because of their fathers’ carelessness, while Lily is disfigured because of the Blitz, an instance of that most masculine of all institutions, war. Each woman becomes the patient of a male surgeon who wants to make her beautiful, the importance of which is so obvious that none of the films really feels the need to discuss it much. Each woman is also controlled by a man who wants to dictate her identity; for Anna, this man is Torsten Barring, but for Lily and Christiane the surgeon proves to be the one with an obsessive need for control. All three women rebel against the controlling men, although for Lily this rebellion proves fatal. Anna and Christiane both cause the deaths of the men who want to dominate them, thus successfully punishing them for their presumption. Not one of the women is willing to be a passive creature of her masculine creator. 

The creator’s recognition of the woman’s agency proves to be a deciding factor. Of the three surgeons, only Dr. Segert is willing to let go of his patient and let her make her own choices. While he hopes to change Anna’s fate by changing her face, he does not control her decisions afterward, and his foil, Torsten, shows the folly of trying to do so. Dr. Ritter’s obsessive attempts to control Lily prove futile, although Dr. Génessier becomes the most extreme example, with the most extreme consequences.  The extent and nature of the transformation also matters. The operation performed by Dr. Segert is the least extensive; he merely repairs the damaged part of Anna’s face and leaves the rest of it untouched. Joan Crawford plays the character both before and after her surgery, and for the most part she looks the same. Dr. Ritter oversteps his authority by completely changing Lily’s face, making her unrecognizable even to herself. He tries to rewrite her identity entirely, and the face that he gives her is already being worn by another woman. Ritter puts Lily through extensive and totally unnecessary operations to get the result he wants when a simple reconstruction of her real face would have served her much better. The change is so extreme that two different actresses play the character before and after her surgery. Dr. Génessier, the most experimental surgeon of the group, repeatedly tries to force other women’s faces to fit Christiane, ruining even more fates and faces in the process. His work is the most destructive and the most extensive, and it’s also the only attempt that fails from a surgical perspective.

All three narratives have come a long way from Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story, “The Birthmark,” in which the presumptuous doctor removes his wife’s one facial flaw only to have her expire on the table when the last trace of the mark disappears. In that tale, the doctor pays for playing God, but the woman is merely a passive victim of his hubris. Her individuality and her identity vanish without a fight, and she becomes perfectly dead. Anna, Lily, and Christiane survive transformations both good and bad, and each possesses a powerful personal identity that struggles against oppressive masculine control. Unfortunately, their insistence on their own identities doesn’t always end well for the women. From a feminist perspective, the most backward film of the group is Stolen Face, which punishes the rebellious woman and actually rewards the presumptuous male. The picture’s ending represents a miscarriage of justice of the worst sort, not even in keeping with the conventions of its own genre. The melodramatic resolution of A Woman’s Face might strike some thoughtful viewers as overly sentimental, but at least Anna makes her own choice in the matter, and her identity as a woman who seeks and needs love is established very early in the film. The horror film, Eyes without a Face, surprisingly proves to be the most feminist take on the films’ common plot. Despite its graphic victimization of female characters, Eyes without a Face is ultimately a tale about Christiane’s self-liberation, her refusal to be shaped and controlled by her father’s obsession and guilt. She will not be his creature, and her rebellion brings about his destruction. 

A Woman’s Face, Stolen Face, and Eyes without a Face are just a few examples of the different ways in which movies can address this common theme. Masculine films about facial change and identity, including Dark Passage (1947), Darkman (1990), and Face/Off (1997), have their own gendered concerns, but the three films discussed here show the ways in which women, in particular, are perceived as being defined by their faces. In real life as well as in fiction, women’s faces have all too often determined their fortunes, no matter what their other qualities might be. As these films show, men who seek to change women’s faces in order to control their fates do so at their peril.

This essay was originally presented at the meeting of the Popular Culture Association in the South in 2011. No Works Cited entries are provided in order to discourage plagiarism of this material. This essay is the intellectual property of Jennifer C. Garlen and may only be used with proper citation and credit.