Film Review
With WWII looming on the horizon, not as a vague possibility but as a near-certainty,
it's hardly surprising that war films began to gain popularity towards the
end of the 1930s, as much in France as in Great Britain. Naturally,
these looked back, to the previous global conflict, and more often than not
were in the form of a spy thriller in the
John Buchan
line. George Fitzmaurice's
Mata
Hari (1931) starring Greta Garbo provided a template for several
of these films, with a cool-headed but seductive female secret agent risking
her life (and often much more) in her efforts to pass on vital secrets that
would determine the outcome of the war.
Vivien Leigh was a worthy successor to Garbo in Victor Saville's
Dark Journey (1937) - not just
cool and seductive, but noble with it. Then there was the enigmatic
Edwige Feuillère in Raymond Bernard's
Marthe Richard
au service de la France (1937) - a kind of female proto-James Bond,
whose sex appeal was surpassed only by her cunning. Dita Parlo would
appear to be an unlikely addition to this roll call of espionage princesses
but she had her turn, in G.W. Pabst's
Mademoiselle Docteur (1937),
and proved she could be as devious, level-headed and seductive as all the
rest, but with an added Germanic mystique.
One of the half a dozen or so films that Pabst made during his temporary
stay in France in the 1930s, this hopelessly muddled tale of romance and
intrigue adheres rigidly to the same crowdpleasing formula as Saville and
Bernard's films and is pure hokum - you wonder why a director as creative
and groundbreaking as Pabst would bother with such trivial fare. The
obvious point of connection with Pabst's previous films is the presence of
a strong female character - the German spy played by Dita Parlo - who finds
herself at the mercy of events that she has no control over.
It is the personal qualities of Parlo's character - resourcefulness, courage,
tenacity and honour - that must have endeared her to Pabst and she becomes
a typically Pabstian heroine, a martyr to man's destructive impulses and
stupidity. She is never given the saintly halo that Vivien Leigh acquires
in her film, but she is more sympathetically dealt with, more recognisably
human than Edwige Feuillère's secret agent. Parlo's Anne-Marie
Lesser is more than just your classic pulp fiction secret services operative;
she is a symbol for all the women who will suffer in the coming conflagration,
another devastating war caused by men. The film's poignant coda implies
as much. Poor Anne-Marie isn't even allowed a heroine's death - she
is driven insane and loses all connection with the world, a world that has
now regained its sanity, but only temporarily.
Dito Parlo's is just one crowd-drawing name among many in this film.
Mademoiselle Docteur has an extraordinary cast, with several major
French stars of the period roped in to turbo-boost its box office appeal.
Pierre Fresnay plays Parlo's love interest, a dashing French officer as befitted
his matinee idol status at the time. With his inscrutable, chiselled
features, Pierre Blanchar is a superb choice for the double-dealing agent
who threatens to blow open Parlo's spy ring. Looking every inch the
John le Carré spymaster, veteran stage actor Charles Dullin has a
sinister presence as Parlo's unflinching superior. And then there's
Louis Jouvet (in a fez), as cold and menacing as he would be in his subsequent
Pabst film,
Le Drame de Shanghaï
(1938).
Viviane Romance adds spice as a sexy cabaret singer, providing the film with
not only a show-stopping musical number but also an ignoble counterpart to
Parlo's self-sacrificing spy. Jean-Louis Barrault crops up at the start
of the film in its weirdest scene, playing what is obviously a fugitive from
a lunatic asylum with a worrying melon fetish. Gaston Modot and Roger
Karl, fine character actors who survived the transition from silent to sound
cinema, complete a remarkable ensemble.
You're so overwhelmed by the cast that you scarcely notice the sloppy plot
contrivances and technical shortcomings, although it's hard not cringe at
the badly executed car chase at the end of the film. Stylishly directed
(but with little sign of enthusiasm) by one of Europe's great cineastes,
moodily photographed by ace cinematographer Eugen Schüfftan,
and with a cast to die for,
Mademoiselle Docteur makes an enjoyable
romp - although, lacking both character depth and originality, it is unlikely
ever to rate as a classic. This is the Bond movie equivalent for a
1930s audience, thankfully without all the tacky innuendo. Who needs
innuendo when you've got Dita Parlo and Viviane Romance?
© James Travers 2016
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Next Georg Wilhelm Pabst film:
Le Drame de Shanghaï (1938)