Film Review
After making his name in pre-Nazi Germany, Georg Wilhelm Pabst began making
films in France just as Adolf Hitler was coming to power. These two
events were not coincidental - Pabst's political leanings were towards the
left and at first he had no taste for the kind of national socialism that
Hitler and his cronies in the Nazi party represented. By the end of
the decade, Pabst's political affiliations had undergone some readjustment
and on his return to Germany he was sufficiently supportive of the Nazis
to resume his career there without any difficulty. After the war, he
made a point of repudiating Nazism. With this in mind, there is some
irony in the fact that the first film Pabst made in France was
Don Quichotte,
a reasonably faithful (albeit massively abridged) adaptation of Miguel de
Cervantes' early 17th century novel
Don Quixote, reputed by many to
be the greatest work in literature. Many things can be said about G.W.
Pabst, but no one could ever call him
quixotic.
For those who have not read Cervantes' timeless novel (shame on you), it
centres on an old man whose moral viewpoint is completely out of kilter with
the world in which he lives. As a result, his well-intended acts of
chivalry are invariably judged to be foolish and he soon acquires the reputation
of a mad man, It is one of the characteristics of the human condition
that our idea of virtue has always fluctuated. What was deemed a noble
act a century ago is likely to be considered ludicrous folly today - and
this may be why
Don Quixote has endured and still remains so incredibly
pertinent, over four hundred years since it was first published. The
early 1930s was a time of unprecedented political and social upheaval. Moral
values had never changed so fast and public figures who were unable to move
with the times were three a penny. We see the same quixotic individuals
(heroes only to themselves) in our own time. Future generations may
regard them as moral crusaders, but because they lag behind the present Zeitgeist
we see them as deluded fools.
Given this historical perspective,
Don Quichotte is not such an unlikely
film for Pabst as it first appears. Prior to this, the director had
earned his reputation making realist films, usually in a present day setting
and dealing with important contemporary issues. His early Greta Garbo
vehicle
Joyless Street
(1925) and finest Louise Brooks collaboration
Pandora's Box (1928) were
groundbreaking in both their intimacy and cold naturalism.
Don Quichotte
is, unusually for Pabst, a period piece set at the time of Spain's Golden
Age - long, long after the Age of Chivalry. Just as un-Pabst-like is
the tone of the film - it is mostly humorous, and even includes a few (dreadful)
songs. How many other G.W. Pabst films can you name that make you laugh
out loud and cause you to stick cotton wool in your ears?
More crucially, most of Pabst's films revolve around an enigmatic woman challenged
by severe exterior forces;
Don Quixote, by contrast, centres on a
fairly objectionable old man who is entirely the architect of his own destruction.
Why would Pabst want to make such a film that seems to be so far removed
from his previous work? Could it, by chance, be intended as a subtle
political allegory? If so, who might the central character represent
- a misguided party leader or those ennobling qualities (tolerance, freedom,
openness) to which said party leader was opposed? Is it so unlikely
that Pabst would take Cervantes' great parable and turn it into an expression
of his early revulsion for Nazism?
Pabst made three versions of the film (in German, French and English).
In each of these, the central character (referred to only as Don Quixote)
is played by Fédor Chaliapine, a huge bear of a man who was not only
one of Russia'a greatest opera singers at the time, but also an imposing actor
with a formidable screen presence. Chaliapine's overly mannered performance,
large enough to fill an entire stage and a fair portion of the auditorium,
makes his character appear even more of a buffoon than he is on the pages
of Cervantes' novel. We cannot help but see him as every other character
does (even his trusty servant Sacho Panza) - as a wildly delusional fogey.
It is not sympathy that Don Quixote de la Mancha invites as he goes about
liberating flocks of sheep or defending his lady's honour in the daftest
of mock duels, but the most abject form of ridicule. He clanks about
like the Tin Man in
The Wizard
of Oz, his every utterance as weirdly incongruous as a soliloquy
from Shakespeare would be in a modern television soap opera.
But as Don Quixote's tragic fate unfolds before our eyes, gradually we come
to look on him with more sympathetic eyes. For all his madcap exploits,
he has a nobility and heroic quality that no other character in the film
possesses. This compels us to shift our perspective and we see him
less as a fool or madman, and more as a saint. Should we laugh at such
an individual, a seeming lunatic who goes charging at windmills to assert
his honour, or should we pity him, even admire him? Chaliapine's errant
knight may be a laughing stock at the start of his wacky adventures, but
when he reaches journey's end he looks more like the martyred hero. His
values may be out-of-date, but they are the
right values, and his
misfortune is to exist not in the Age of Chivalry, but in a more cynical
era, when decency and honour are repudiated, a source of merriment for those
who act only from self-interest.
Pabst's
Don Quixote is far from being the most comprehensive adaptation
of Cervantes' magnificent tome, nor is it the most faithful, but it is certainly
a film of remarkable quality that eloquently conveys the sense of the original
novel. The famous 'tilting and windmills' episode is stunningly
interpreted, with the fearless knight spearing one of the sails of a windmill
and ending up whirling around and around like something in a Looney Tunes
cartoon. This outrageously funny set-piece (nothing in any Marx Brothers
will make you laugh as loudly) is followed by an even more inspired sequence,
in which our hero is finally brought back to earth and forced to witness
the burning of his books. Horror.
As the fire gorges itself, pages of enlightened text reduced to melting fragments
of charcoal, we feel that it is the knight's soul that is being put to the
flame. Then, in the film's unforgettable last few moments, despair
turns to triumph as we begin to see the title page of Cervantes' novel emerge
from the flames, gradually becoming whole again as the book is returned to
its original unburned state. This is the film's most overt political
statement - Pabst's reaction to the burning of 'unhealthy' books in Germany
that had recently been authorised by the Nazi's propaganda minister Josef
Goebbles. The message is simple but powerfully expressed: you may burn
books, you may even burn people, but the ideas they contain will endure -
just as Cervantes' gallant hero has lasted through the centuries, not as
a figure of fun, but as the most reliable of moral barometers.
© James Travers 2016
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