Earlier this month, Turner Classic Movies (TCM) kicked
off four weeks of programming from the studio with The Brothers Warner,
a 2007 documentary by Cass Warner, the granddaughter of Harry Warner. The documentary should be seen and evaluated
for what it is: a fulfillment of debt of love to the filmmaker’s
ancestor—useful for its direct knowledge of Harry, but hardly objective.
In the golden age of Hollywood, I wouldn’t have had to
tell you what kind of movies Warner Brothers made. Even in the 1990s, when
“entertainment retail” became something of a fad, you could have gone to one of
the Warner Brothers Studio Stores (130 locations at its peak) and seen all
kinds of merchandise associated with its history.
The store underscored the premise by which the company
had long operated, even if it never used the term: it was a brand, just
as much as MGM (home of the lavish Astaire, Kelly, and Garland musicals, as
well as “More stars than there are in heaven!”) and Disney (focused on
animation) were.
The business environment in which Warners thrived is
long gone, and young people these days often regard black-and-white films as
antiquated, similarly to how those of my generation viewed silent movies. So
let me spell out what the Brothers Warner gave us:
*Sound on film, all but taken for granted now
but a “disruptive technology” if there ever was one, pioneered in vehicles for
John Barrymore (Don Juan, with synchronized musical score and sound
effects but no dialogue) and Al Jolson (The Jazz Singer, the first
feature-length movie but synchronized music and at least some dialogue);
*The gangster movie, which gave rise to such
stars as Edward G. Robinson, James Cagney, Paul Muni, Humphrey Bogart, and
George Raft;
*The socially conscious “movie with a message,”
taking in subject matter that other studios wouldn’t touch in the Thirties,
including the Ku Klux Klan, lynching, chain gangs, and the rise of Nazi
Germany;
*The dog as savior of the family—i.e., Rin Tin
Tin, a French-born German Shepherd that saved the studio from bankruptcy more
than once in its early years—such a reliable money-maker that, according to New
Yorker writer Susan Orlean, he was nicknamed the “mortgage-lifter” at Warner
Brothers; and
*Bugs Bunny cartoons, a moneymaking series that (surprisingly) the economy-conscious brothers didn't appreciate or value.
The documentaries that TCM aired earlier this month on
the Warners—the one by Cass Warner, as well as Jack L. Warner: The Last Mogul, created in 2006 by this brother’s grandchild—were intriguing,
but told only part of the story of the company in its heyday.
For a more complete picture, I strongly recommend that
you hunt down a copy of the 1985 history Inside Warner Brothers
(1935-1951). Rudy Behlmer took full advantage of a cultural historian’s
dream: Warner Brothers’ mandate that everything be put in writing during production,
so that there could be no doubt about what creative talent wanted in case
disputes arose.
For that reason, Behlmer was able to reproduce
letters, memos, telegrams, phone conversations, and production reports not just
from the founding brothers chronicled in the previously mentioned documentaries,
but also from directors, stars, screenwriters, lawyers, and other personnel who
affected how movies got made back then.
You get to hear about:
*Humphrey Bogart, barking about Conflict
that “Nothing will convince me it is a good picture” and daring Jack Warner to
suspend him for refusing to do the movie (eventually Bogie yielded, much to his
regret);
* George Raft launching a volley of profane
insults and threatening physical harm to Edward G. Robinson during production
of Manpower;
*Bette Davis constantly wrangling with the
studio about her roles; and
*Executive producer Hal B. Wallis, haranguing
director Michael Curtiz on the lace collars and cuffs worn by Errol Flynn in his
star-making vehicle, Captain Blood (“I want the man to look like a
pirate, not a molly-coddle”).
The Warner Brothers lot was more of a home to patient professionals
ready to endure such second-guessing rather than to idiosyncratic directors
like John Ford, Alfred Hitchcock, or Orson Welles.
The brash and belligerent Jack Warner especially provoked reactions, not just
from those making movies for him but from more stoic siblings Harry and Albert. The decline
and collapse of the latter relationships would be worth an entire blog post in
itself, which I hope to write later this year.
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