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31 out of 31 people found the following review useful:
A stylish crime drama from the late silent era that still packs a punch, 12 March 2005
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Author:
wmorrow59 from Westchester County, NY
Books and essays about the gangster genre often cite Josef von
Sternberg's UNDERWORLD as an early and influential milestone, but
unfortunately it's not easy to track down in any home-viewable format.
Recently I was lucky enough to see this film in a theater, accompanied
by live music in a packed house of enthused buffs. Whenever possible,
this is the way to see a silent movie! The combination of an
appropriate score and the response of a simpatico crowd can really
bring these works to life. And while there are some dramas of the '20s
that show their age and provoke giggles at the wrong moments, this one
is not in that category. UNDERWORLD holds up solidly, presenting an
unlikely yet oddly credible romantic triangle set in a milieu of
violent crime. Like all of Von Sternberg's work it's exquisitely well
photographed, and like many late silent films it takes full advantage
of a range of dynamic devices, including a "whip-pan" from face to face
in one early scene and a startlingly fast montage of close-ups in
another. But what makes this movie click isn't flashy cinematography or
editing, it's the chemistry between a trio of top-drawer players
working at full steam.
The story is built around three personalities: Bull Weed, played by
George Bancroft, "Feathers," played by Evelyn Brent, and "Rolls Royce,"
played by Clive Brook. Bancroft is unforgettable as Bull, an outlaw of
the old school who robs banks and jewelry stores single-handed. The
character is, in some respects, the model for gangland kingpins played
in later years by the likes of Paul Muni and Jimmy Cagney, and yet in a
sense he's not a "gangster" at all, for he works solo and has only a
handful of allies who show up at key moments and then vanish. Bull
doesn't travel with bodyguards or hang out with the boys; despite his
natty suits and urban lifestyle he suggests a Western bad man who rides
alone. In the early scenes when he's at the top of his game Bull is
boisterous, punctuating every conversation with gusts of hearty
laughter, but as his situation darkens the laughter vanishes and the
guy suddenly resembles an actual bull in an arena, grim and beady-eyed,
still physically powerful but cornered and bewildered at how it could
have happened. It's easy to see why this performance made George
Bancroft so popular at the time: he's a larger-than-life actor with one
of those homely/attractive faces, along the lines of an Edward G.
Robinson or a Wallace Beery, not handsome but decidedly charismatic.
The beautiful Evelyn Brent is Bull's girlfriend Feathers, so called
because of her feathery outfits. Although her character is not as fully
delineated as Bancroft's Brent manages to convey a great deal of
information with her fascinating eyes. It's clear that Feathers is a
lot more intelligent than she lets on. She stays with Bull out of
loyalty and gratitude but is well aware of his limitations, and
increasingly unhappy about her own dependent status as his "moll." When
an opportunity arises to run away with a more attractive and
substantial guy she is immediately tempted, even if it means toying
with the idea of betraying Bull to the cops, but she's also decent
enough to recognize her obligation to him. Bull, after all, risks
everything as a direct result of defending her honor when she's
attacked. Feathers, despite her frou-frou outfits and a nickname more
suitable to a bimbo, is smart, sensitive, and surprisingly ethical for
someone in her position.
Bancroft and Brent are terrific, but for my money the most memorable
performance in UNDERWORLD is delivered by Clive Brook. Before this I'd
seen Brook in several other films (including Von Sternberg's SHANGHAI
EXPRESS opposite Marlene Dietrich), most often playing noble,
stiff-upper-lip Englishmen, handsome and respectable but just a bit
dull. Here, Brook is a revelation. In the opening scenes he's so
decrepit he's not even recognizable, playing against type as a
washed-up bum, unshaven and bleary-eyed. We learn that Brook's
character is an attorney who went crooked and eventually became an
alcoholic, but we aren't told much more. However, as with Brent, the
actor tells us everything we need to know that isn't directly stated in
the text. His transformation begins when Bull Weed takes a liking to
him, nicknames him "Rolls Royce" and makes him, in effect, his
lieutenant. Much of what happens after that point concerns the growing
tension between the three characters as an unavoidable attraction
develops between Feathers and Rolls Royce, although they fight
temptation and struggle to remain loyal to their boss. The scenes
between the trio really heat up as the sexual tension between Feathers
and Rolls Royce deepens.
UNDERWORLD isn't as flamboyantly violent as some of the famous crime
flicks of the '30s and '40s, but there are a number of stylistic
touches that mark it as a definite progenitor of those films. For
instance, just before the climactic gun battle Bull takes a sympathetic
interest in an orphaned kitten, a motif reprised in THIS GUN FOR HIRE.
At another point, with rather heavy irony, a crook is gunned down in a
flower shop before a wreath reading "Rest In Peace." One drawback is
the pile-up of increasingly unlikely plot twists in the second half,
especially where Bull's escape from jail is concerned, although the
momentum of events tends to carry the viewer along. Also, while the
writing is generally taut, one title card during the party sequence
drew chuckles at the screening I attended, an over-written description
of the gangsters' party that made it sound more like a witches' coven.
Aside from that lapse into purple prose UNDERWORLD holds up
beautifully, at least as well as the majority of the more familiar
post-1930 gangster classics it influenced. It deserves the attention
that should come with a full restoration and greater availability.
15 out of 15 people found the following review useful:
A question of loyalty, 22 July 2004
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Author:
Igenlode Wordsmith from England
In a way, I suppose this film simply managed to push all the right
buttons so far as I was concerned. The basic theme of conflicting love
and loyalty is one that has always called to my heart, and the central
trio of characters happen to tap into stereotypes of instant appeal:
gentle, honourable intellectual - sharp-witted and independent beauty -
and brash, brave brute of a bully, as intemperate in his passions as in
his lack of taste, and yet not wholly without merit.
But while the initial premise may benefit from join-the-dots
attraction, it is the performances and execution of the film that give
it its power. All three principals do an outstanding job. Clive Brooks,
as the educated man brought low by drink and redeemed by the casual
generosity of a gangster, makes use of every shading of expression in a
sensitive face, conveying more with fewer words in one glance than
anyone else in the cast. His scenes with 'Feathers' are a
tour-de-force. Despite his reticence, it's easy to credit that he is
not only the most intelligent but - with the ironic vulnerability of
the civilised man amidst those who live by tooth and claw - the most
idealistic character in the film. Having thrown his lot in with
criminals, he does the best he can to keep faith; but his eyes betray
everything he cannot say.
Evelyn Brent has perhaps the hardest task, that of raising the moll
'Feathers' into more than just an object of general desire and
appendage to her man. From her very first scenes - where she publicly
adjusts her garter beneath the thigh-skimming hem of her dress - she
radiates allure. But she also comes across as more perceptive and quick
than her consort, and far more collected and self-contained. It's not
hard to understand her roving eye when she meets a man more intriguing
than Bull Weed, the jovial vulgarian who maintains her in the lap of
luxury; but it is to the credit of George Bancroft, as 'Bull Weed',
that we also sympathies with her reluctance to leave her protector in
the lurch when she has the chance.
My admiration for Bancroft's acting gradually increased throughout the
film. At the beginning he comes across as little better than a ham,
gesturing over-widely and falling into uproarious laughter that is a
little too loud and a little too long. But as time progresses it
becomes evident that it is not the actor but the gangster himself who
is playing a larger-than-life role, and when Bull Weed's defences slip
we start to see the limited, confused man behind the act. Striding
drunkenly for revenge, he transcends his humanity to become a lurching,
elemental force. In court he shrinks to an uncomprehending ox of a man,
all swagger gone. And finally, in perhaps Bancroft's finest achievement
of all, with no audience left to play to but the shadows, Bull Weed in
his betrayal becomes merely human, sinking back into the
pretension-free gutter from which he must once have climbed. His last
scenes carry a conviction and depth of character on which the success
of the film ultimately rests, and which would have been all but
unthinkable at the start.
Besides all this, the film itself is quite simply beautiful;
beautifully made, beautifully lit, beautifully shot. It's no wonder
that it was a smash hit by word of mouth, nor that it still stands up
today, where the use of cruder sentiment or melodrama might long since
have reduced it to the status of mere historical curiosity.
15 out of 15 people found the following review useful:
ethics, 20 July 2003
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Author:
plaidpotato from United States
One of the great joys of prohibition-era gangster films is the colorful
dialogue spat out by the likes of James Cagney and Edward G. Robinson. As
that element would, obviously, be missing from a silent film, I wasn't
sure
how I would react to Underworld.
Not to worry. This is a great film, one of the best prohibition-era
gangster films I've seen, ranking slightly ahead of Little Caesar and the
Public Enemy, and maybe only slightly below Scarface (1932). Tough,
tense,
tightly written--interestingly, Howard Hawks is credited for the
scenario--and with gorgeous DARK cinematography and Josef von Sternberg's
usual excellence in direction. I barely missed the lack of
gangster-speak.
I suppose this film was a template upon which a lot of gangster films were
based. It struck me while watching it how much it had in common with the
Coen brothers' Miller's Crossing (1990)--a love triangle between a mob
boss,
his moll, and his right hand man. And it's all about the gangsters'
peculiar code of ethics.
I'd rate it a perfect 10, but for a muddled and badly-handled prison break
sequence, which I watched three times and still couldn't figure out.
Maybe
I'm just dense; maybe it was actually a genius bit of filmmaking and it
just
flew over my head, but for now, 9/10.
13 out of 14 people found the following review useful:
Excellent late silent with thoughtful script., 8 May 2002
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Author:
Arne Andersen (aandersen@landmarkcollege.org) from Putney, VT
Ben Hecht's original story won an Oscar the first year of the Academy's
existence and it deserved it. The film should have garnered additional
noms
for Von Sternberg's direction, screenplay and cinematography. All are top
of the line.
The story has been copied many times - gang leader rehabilitates down and
out highly intelligent former lawyer (who is on the skids) and latter
becomes brains of his operation, falls for his girl, but both are too
noble
to betray their friend. However, the friend gets wind and gets jealous
resulting in an ultimate showdown.
The superlative, tight direction of Von Sternberg and the very atmospheric
cinematography (heavy use of revealing close-ups and soft focus) along
with
the adult script make this one of the best gangster films you'll ever
see.
It has always puzzled me why another gangster film that year, THE RACKET,
earned an Oscar nom for best film while a true original like UNDERWORLD
did
not get nominated for the top honor.
This is one very worth seeking out - an excellent late
silent.
12 out of 14 people found the following review useful:
A truly great film that stands the test of time., 1 November 1998
Author:
Jane Napolitano (Jane1023)
The stars are beautifully photographed; the lighting sets the mood, and Ben Hecht's Academy Award winning screenplay all combine to make this the definitive "gangster picture", done before many of the elements became cliches.
4 out of 4 people found the following review useful:
Vividly made, early pre-gangster gangster film., 25 August 2010
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Author:
secondtake from United States
Underworld (1927)
A lot of people avoid silent films at all costs, and I understand that
totally. Many of these films are stiff, and the plots are either
sentimental or obvious.
But there are many reasons to watch a good, or great, silent film.
Sometimes the acting, whatever its expressive style, is really
wonderful. Often the photography and editing is really terrific and
sophisticated. And the stories can be fast, fresh, and even pertinent.
And finally, the silent films easiest for the uninitiated to approach
are at the very end of the silent era. That would be 1927. See Joan
Crawford in The Unknown for the bizarre, or Murnau's Sunrise for
eloquence, or consider this film, the first major film by the soon to
be legendary Josef von Sternberg. The only thing that might put off
some people is the exaggerated expressions in one of the three main
characters, Bull Weed. But go with that flow and you'll see not only
some more subtle acting, but a sweet, violent, complex plot interweave
in just an hour or so (81 minutes, though there is an 87 minute version
out there if you can find it, Netflix doesn't have it). The Criterion
disc version is really clean (another reason to consider this as an
intro silent films, since it isn't broken up or scratched to death).
"Underworld" is filmed with visual complexity even though it lacks some
of the virtuosic moving camera of Murnau. The sets are simple but
convincing, and the shift in attention to the gangster side of the
story, complete with guns and molls and the precursors (or
pre-precursors) of film noir, is gripping. It's not as intense as the
heyday of gangster films just four or five years later, but it has if
anything more emotional sophistication. The story was written by the
legendary Ben Hecht, which might explain some of its success.
Von Sternberg you say? Well, he was a master at creating aura, and
between him and Dietrich a whole new level of starmaking savvy was
born. This, as a first film, and as a last minute replacement, was
expected to flop, and was released in a single New York theater. Word
spread, however, and it became a hit. You can see why. Great stuff.
5 out of 6 people found the following review useful:
A Lost Gem That Deserves to Be Seen (Especially with New Soundtrack!), 4 November 2007
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Author:
MITCH! (jkownacki@gmail.com) from United States
I just saw a re-issue of this film tonight as part of the 26th annual
Three Rivers Film Festival in Pittsburgh and I was highly satisfied.
The Alloy Orchestra were on-hand to provide an all-new live score,
which created a near-perfect match for this underrated classic.
The acting was spot-on (although admittedly a much different style than
modern audiences are used to), the set design and lighting were
pitch-perfect (check out the copious amounts of confetti at the
Underworld Ball), and the complexities of the characters and plot line
far exceeded anything I was expecting from an 80 year-old film. Suffice
it to say that modern cinema has not cornered the market on engaging,
surprising and provocative storytelling.
If you have a chance to see Underworld, particularly when accompanied
by the Alloy Orchestra, take the opportunity. It's a rarefied
experience that's well worth your 90 minutes.
1 out of 1 people found the following review useful:
The Last of the Old Style Gangsters!!!, 1 January 2012
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Author:
kidboots from Australia
*** This review may contain spoilers ***
"Underworld" put gangster movies on the map and established Chicago as
the city where they all hung out. Ben Hecht had never written a movie
before but he based the sparse 18 page synopsis on a dozen years
experience on such Chicago dailies as "The Journal", "The Daily News"
and "The Tribune". Even though he had had a Broadway flop with "The
Egotist" in 1923, his credentials on crime were second to none.
Sternberg's and Hecht's Chicago was dreamlike - "a great city in the
dead of night". They also both had a hand in Bull Weed's creation - the
last of a dying breed of old style gangsters, he didn't seem to have
much of a gang, except "Slippy" (Larry Semon, making one of his last
screen appearances) and seemed to work alone. The early establishing
scenes were probably Hecht's and Bull's fall and redemption were the
creation of Sternberg. In the early scenes Bull Weed's capers have an
earthy humour that is not exactly in keeping with Sternberg's heavy
symbolism. To Hecht and other 1920s press buddies gangsters were there
to be cultivated and admired, a gangster pal was almost a status
symbol.
In the late twenties George Bancroft was every movie goers idea of what
a real gangster was like - the hearty handshake, the brutal camaraderie
and the cunningness involved in putting a rival gangster "on the spot"
- these traits shaped the Bancroft "gangster" and sound added the
gruff, rasping voice which perfected his characterization.
Unfortunately he started to believe he really was invincible so his
star quickly faded.
The combined narrative and visuals made an extraordinary impact. Bull
Weed is seen by a drunken tramp pulling a robbery at 2 in the morning.
"The great Bull Weed closing another account". Bull observes under the
tramp's attire that there is a lot of finesse and takes him under his
wing. He goes by the name of "Rolls Royce" (Clive Brook) - "I'm a Rolls
Royce for silence" but Bull nicknames him "The Professor", puts him up
in the old hide-out and easily makes a gentleman of him - "see these
books, he's read them all - he likes to read"!!! These crooks look the
real deal - rival gang boss Mulligan (Fred Kohlar) is just a seething
mass of brutality, he desperately wants to get even with Bull for
making him look a fool at a speakeasy when he had been trying to
belittle Rolls Royce into picking up a $10 bill he had placed in a
spittoon.
He now sees his chance at the "Gangster's Ball" when "Feathers" McCoy
(Evelyn Brent) is to be crowned queen. The sheer brutality of some of
the scenes would have had a shocking impact on audiences of the day,
countered with some extraordinary visuals - a robbery that is shown
through a jewelry store window and when Bull comes through the darkened
door after the violent scene between "Feathers" and Mulligan, just a
cloud of smoke in the dark is enough to show Mulligan has got his
come-uppance.
In the talkies Clive Brook was very "stiff upper lip" and didn't seem
to give his roles much dimension but his "Rolls Royce" performance
could not be bettered. He is both "Feathers" and Bull's conscience,
their better selves and is the reason for "Feathers" redemption. Bull
is to be hanged for the murder of Mulligan but the word on the street
is that "The Professor" and "Feathers" are pretty hot and heavy. Rolls
Royce arranges a breakout which goes wrong. Bull does escape but is
left to fight it out in a blazing, bloody battle with the police, his
parting words - "It took me one hour to find out what I needed to know
my entire life".
George Bancroft, Evelyn Brent and Clive Brook were all at the peak of
their professional careers at this time. Brent gave most of her
characters a sultry, world weary air and she was hotly in demand -
before gangster's molls became too cute and wisecracking!!!
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Dreamland theater, 17 September 2011
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Author:
chaos-rampant from Greece
I am not a big fan of the gangster film; when I am in the vicinity of
the crime drama I always gravitate towards noir, where the moral lesson
reserved for our protagonist in crime is not simply a present awareness
that this life was only paid back with suffering but a deeper glimpse
of the entire karmic process that produces a life of suffering.
In a gangster film this lesson is expressed in one of two ways; the
protagonist is either left a broken, doomed being whose tragic fate is
envied by no one, or is purged in the fire and brimstone of a final
violence. So although we have watched secretly fascinated at the social
fabric in ruins, it is important, in both respects, that we leave the
theater restored in ethical order. We thus assume the role of the
despised public enemy; his fate is ours for having indulged the
antisocial fantasy. The final taste is always gingerly bitter, and
works when it does because we invested so much of ourselves in the
wrong side of the fence.
So you may hear of this as a milestone in the evolution of this type of
film, and it's all because of the finale. It is this cathartic vision
of some urban mid-station on the road to limbo where, amid a pall of
gunsmoke and broken shards of brick wall, our protagonist comes to
realize folly and is purged from life almost as a hero.
It is important to note that he doesn't go out all guns blazing, but
rather surrenders to the cops. He will face death, but will not be even
momentarily martyred on screen; what is heroic about him, so properly
old fashioned, is that he honorably extricates from his bloody fate the
innocent.
You can't miss any of this if you're a fan of the gangster genre.
Scarface - the original - was built on this.
There are a few other instances that exert some cinematic intrigue; the
fast-cutting of faces, superimpositions, shadows across walls. But it
does not match the more interesting experiments going on in silent
cinema of the time, or what this man would be doing the following year.
What is so apt about all of this is the smoky, drowsily anxious mood,
the sense of excited weariness at the prospect of danger. There is a
brawl in what only 30 years before would have been called a saloon.
It's called the 'Dreamland Cafe', and just outside a neon sign reading
'The City is Yours' flashes the grinning mobster and his moll.
Wonderful Surprise, 2 May 2012
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Author:
Prof_Lostiswitz from Cyberia
I had read elsewhere that Underworld was the first film noir, but I
didn't have high expectations before I saw the Criterion release. The
action flows quickly and compellingly, while the noir scenes are
beautifully done. A lot of it resembles Metropolis - the dance-hall
scenes, the factory whistle, etc.
A lot of what I thought was original in Scarface (1932) is anticipated
here - Ben Hecht wrote both of them. The love triangle, the flower
shop, the apocalyptic shoot-out are much the same. Hecht complained
about the (few) sentimental bits in Underworld, obviously Scarface was
his come- back to Sternberg - but he owes a big debt to Sternberg for
inventing so much new visual language.
Film noir seems to have developed gradually out of the chiaroscuro used
by painters, as and when cameras became capable of it. The last third
of Pandora's Box is noir, as is much of The Wind and most of The
Lodger. The Lodger is probably the first all noir, but it is inferior
to Underworld - Hitchcock was undermined by matinée-idol Ivor Novello's
demand for a safe and innovative ending.
Definitely a must-see - too many people overlook silent cinema.
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