” You’ve got a super-degenerate’s face.” – Claudette Colbert in It’s a Wonderful World
Yes, well, I said I’d do it and I’m doing it. A lot of this work is simply writing in my diary, which is an act of rebellion, because it doesn’t follow any particular thread, nor does it take the form of a blog post. I’m scribbling about pop culture, about how it’s changed in my lifetime, and about the snappy studio movies of the 1930s and ‘40s. I am dismayed to observe that Covid has vanquished smart comedies for adults. In fact, there are no movies for adults. The theater posters push superheroes, horror, and science fiction. The best of the lot was the Star Wars marathon on May 4: “May the Fourth Be With You!”
I miss going to theaters. Like many movie-goers, I frequented the “art” theaters that showed a mix of classic films and foreign films. One night it would be Cary Grant and Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief, the next night Jonathan Demme’s Melvin and Howard, and then Bergman’s long, very long drama, Scenes from a Marriage.
In today’s tragic, beautiful world, I turn to screwball comedies. These comedies of the studio era, many made during the Depression, distracted audiences from bank failures, drought, and homeless hoboes.
But comedies trump everything else, in my book. Well, humor is buoyant: it lifts our mood, it no doubt gets the endorphins doing whatever they do. One of my favorite actresses is Claudette Colbert, who was droll and adorable but not exactly beautiful – not to be mistaken for a Barbie doll. She was a smart actress with comic timing that makes every scene snap.
Her most famous movie is It Happened One Night (1934), for which she won the Academy Award for Best Actress. It is a charming, perfect film, directed by Frank Capra, an “on the lam” movie in which Colbert plays a spoiled young heiress who runs away from her controlling father and finds herself on a bus with Clark Gable, a reporter, who wants an exclusive story on her. He rides with her and promises to protect her, as while the police and reporters frenetically pursue her. As you might expect, this mismatched couple fall in love. This trope works well in the movies and let us hope in life too.
And then there’s It’s a Wonderful World (1939), a movie no one remembers, in which Claudette Colbert has one of her best roles, Edwina Corday, a witty poetess. She constantly uses the word “poetess,” which is funny in itself, and which confounds Jimmy Stewart, who plays Guy Johnson, a Private Investigator on the lam, because he is accused of a murder he is innocent of. Never mind how she accidentally got involved with him, but Guy, who is an uncultured chap, finds the poetry gig incomprehensible. “That’s all?” “Yes, that’s all I do.” And throughout the film, she recites odd little whimsical poems at strange moments, a short ditty while peeping gamine-like out of a porthole on a boat at Jimmy Stewart. It’s like looking at a very cute three-dimensional greeting card.
When Guy tries to get rid of her so she will be out of danger (and because she is in the way), she replies, “If anything happens, the publicity will help my poems enormously.” This isn’t so much a wisecrack as modest vanity (an oxymoron, but apt). Edwina loves being Guy’s fellow PI almost as much as she loves her poetry.
I had forgotten how charming young Jimmy Stewart is, so lanky and handsome. Colbert, in this film, manages to be slightly eccentric, absurd in the sunglasses she hides behind as a disguise, and in her trim but slightly schoolmarmish blouses with shoulder pads and a bowtie.
And there is a reference to Adam and Eve when, after spending the night outdoors, she points out an apple orchard and suggests they pick apples for breakfast.
“They’re tame apples. You don’t have to shoot them,” she says.
The great thing about a modern Adam and Eve is that they aren’t kicked out of the garden. They make one for themselves. The two are equal: in the final scene (or one of the final scenes) Guy is beating up the murderer and Edwina is pummeling the murderer’s female partner.
The two are equals, and though mismatched, we know that they will marry. The poetess and the P.I. How cute.
And happily ever after, we hope.