I last wrote about this amazing film over a year ago, but
now that it’s available to be seen on YouTube, I thought it’s time for another
revisit. Not that it’s some undiscovered or overlooked classic. Just the
opposite. It’s a genuine disaster, but a fascinating one.
Wright’s seminal novel Native Son, first published in 1940, is
one of the most important books ever written about racism and the black
experience in America. That can’t be argued. However, it has had the sad
misfortunate of also being extremely unlucky at the movies.
There have been two film versions, and both of them were
pretty lousy. There was the 1986
version made for PBS which did get a
brief theatrical run, with Victor Love
as the lead troubled character Bigger
Thomas, and Oprah Winfrey, in
one of her first film roles, as his downtrodden suffering mother (“My
baby! My baby! Please suh my baby ain’t meant no harm!”…or lines
to that effect).
But the earlier 1951
film version, directed by French director Pierre
Chanel, is the one that really needs to be seen to be believed.
Though the novel is set in Chicago, and obviously well aware that it would be impossible to
shoot the film there (with the exception of some travelogue footage that opens
the film), as well as to raise the money to make it, the film was completely
shot in and around Buenos Aires,
However that wouldn’t have been a problem so much, if it
wasn’t for the fact that Wright himself played the lead role of Bigger Thomas.
No doubt this was a problem for a couple of reasons. At the time Wright was in
his early 40’s (though he looked even older), literally more than twice the age
of Thomas in his novel who is 20, and was too well fed and obviously well off
to pay the role.
Even worse… well to put it simply, Wright is AWFUL as
He couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag. As proof,
take a look HERE at film clips of Wright’s screen test which speaks for itself.
It’s amazing that they thought he was convincing enough
to play Thomas. But then the filmmakers probably thought having Wright, who was
by then an internationally known, acclaimed writer and activist, play Thomas,
would be a selling point.
But the film is simply bad. Sort of like a car wreck you
can’t bare to watch, but you can’t turn your eyes away from. No doubt it’s a
sincere effort, but the clumsy, heavy-handed approach (granted it’s a
heavy-handed book), and Wright’s amateurish performance, sink the whole
endeavor like a stone.
The film had an unfortunate life after it was made. It
was cut from its original 120 minutes length
to just under 90 minutes, and, no
doubt, the missing sequences are long gone and most likely destroyed or thrown
away. Reportedly there was a 105 minute
version at one time in existence, but no one has ever seen it to my knowledge.
And it was, not surprisingly, barely released in the U.S. And since then the
film has fallen into public domain and any idea of a restoration is very unlikely.
But despite all that, it’s still very much worth watching
just to see a rare example of forgotten black film history. Just don’t expect a
masterpiece. Scale down your expectations… way down..