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Like a violent STORM AT DAYBREAK, the events surrounding
the Great War burst upon the love of a Serbian mayor's wife
a dashing Hungarian cavalry commander.
Although undeservedly forgotten & overlooked for decades, this is a splendid example of the kind of quality MGM was able to lavish even on films destined for obscurity. The production values are perfect, with lush costumes & sets and crowd scenes that look absolutely natural. This all did not happen by accident. MGM had a tremendously talented & dedicated workforce which excelled in producing remarkable historical reproductions for the screen. The dramatic assassination sequence with which the film opens is particularly well conceived.
Kay Francis & Swedish-born Nils Asther play the innocent lovers, tenderly exploring their attraction while remaining true to moral standards. Walter Huston, oddly billed below the title, dominates his every scene as an emotional husband who trusts his wife & best friend until he feels betrayed. They make an unusual & compelling romantic triangle, although the final 10 minutes of the film puts them through quite a histrionic wringer.
Phillips Holmes has a small, vivid performance as a drunken, lovesick Hungarian officer. (As a member of the Canadian Air Force, this fine, forgotten actor would be the first Hollywood celebrity to die in World War Two, in 1942 at age 35.) C. Henry Gordon plays a nasty Serbian villain who stirs things up a bit at the climax.
The comic relief is handled most deftly by Eugene Pallette as an obese Hungarian soldier and the wonderful Louise Closser Hale as Huston's elderly sister. Their scenes together fan the spark they ignited at Paramount in SHANGHAI EXPRESS (1932). Tragically, Mrs. Hale would die later in 1933 of heat prostration. She was only 60 years old.
Movie mavens will recognize Clarence Wilson as a sour-faced Hungarian officer; Mischa Auer as the Assassin; and Akim Tamiroff as an exuberant gypsy violinist - all in uncredited roles.
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Now for a little historical background. Archduke Franz Ferdinand (1863-1914) became the heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne following the suicide of his cousin Rudolf in 1889 & the death of his father, the Archduke Charles Louis, in 1896. He upset his uncle, Emperor Franz Joseph, and the rest of the royal family, by falling in love with one of the Czech ladies-in-waiting, Sophie, Countess von Chotek & Duchess von Hohenberg. Their morganatic marriage in 1900 meant any children from their union would never ascend the throne. The Archduke became very interested in political & military matters, often pestering the old Emperor with his ideas. One of his more radical notions was the reorganization of the Empire and the creation of a new Kingdom of Croatia. It was this which earned him the enmity of the Serb nationalists living in the Empire, although privately the Archduke was sympathetic to Serbian sensitivities. It was his official role as Inspector General of the Imperial Army that brought 50-year-old Franz Ferdinand & Sophie to Sarajevo, in Bosnia, on June 28, 1914.
Gavrilo Princip (1894-1918) was only 19 years of age on that fateful Summer day. Raised in a fiercely patriotic Serbian home, he had been trained as an assassin & terrorist by the dreaded Serbian secret society, the Black Hand. In order to gain his objectives, he believed his act of defiance should be notable; the murder of a Habsburg would be just the thing. During the Archduke's procession through Sarajevo, one of Princip's coconspirators threw a bomb which bounced off the royal car and exploded under another automobile, wounding an officer. A short time later, the Archduke and his consort headed to the hospital with intentions of visiting the man. It was during this trip, while riding in their open sedan, that young Princip ran up to the car and shot both Franz Ferdinand & Sophie, killing them instantly. (Princip always maintained that he hadn't been aiming for the Duchess, but rather for the nearby General Oskar Potiorek, the Military Governor of Bosnia.) The murders were used by Austria-Hungary as the pretext for declaring war on Serbia, and so the hideously destructive World War One began.
Gavrilo Princip was captured immediately, but could not be executed because of his youth. Instead, he was sentenced to 20 years in prison. Sickly, he developed a tubercular bone in one of his arms, necessitating its amputation. Complications arose from this, including full-fledged tuberculosis, and he died in 1918.
Seeing the Black Hand as a major rival to his power, Serbian Prince Alexander broke the secret society in 1917 with a series of executions & imprisonments.
I've been wanting burn a DVD of this film since I saw it about a year ago on TCM. Finally had the chance today. It's another Boleslavski film where every frame is art - see Fugitive Lovers. No one - not even Von Sternberg photographing Dietrich - took more care is setting the scene. Lighting, foreground, background, focus, all show a master's touch. Even the quick cuts of a second or less show the love affair of a man with his art. And just about every supporting villain in Hollywood is in it: C. Henry Gordon, Lucien Prival, Mischa Auer, Akim Tamiroff, Leonid Kinskey and Charles Halton (almost all uncredited). And not even mentioned in IMDb: J. Carroll Naish as an assassin. The rousing coach ride finale is a precursor to The Body Snatcher's and almost as good. Overall a schmaltzy Kay Francis vehicle made palatable by a great director. The film shows Boleslavski's versatility: here an epic versus Fugitive Lovers where almost everything happens on a bus. Too bad he died so early.
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It's 1914, and a town festival is interrupted by the arrival of the
Archduke and Duchess who are promptly assassinated, erupting
Austria-Hungary into war with the Serbs. For town mayor Walter Huston,
this brings on another crisis, as his officer pal Nils Asther falls
deeply in love with Huston's wife, the noble Kay Francis. For years,
Francis and Asther manage to avoid each other, often causing Huston to
believe that his wife resents their friendship, but as the political
climate changes, secret come out, betrayals are revealed, and a
sacrifice must be made, not only to save a friend, but to aide the
political climate as well.
This is a complicated almost operetta like tale of an affair that is more stolen kisses than sexual lust, as Asther and Francis remain loyal to both their friendship and marriage to Huston, even though it's obvious that Francis isn't deeply in love with her husband, even at the beginning. The film starts off literally with a bang, slows down tremendously as the details of the love between Asther and Francis are revealed, but explodes suddenly into the lavish fiesta where rich and poor mingle together, dancing furiously to the music of the happy gypsies as flowers fly, kisses are stolen in secret, champagne corks pop and the food turns the revelers into gluttons. But behind that celebration, there are more than just land wars going on, and when this takes on the serious dilemmas, it becomes nearly a landmark work of art.
For comical relief, there's Louise Closser Hale as Huston's much older sister and Eugene Palette as Asther's right-hand man who seem to have a secret past. Ms. Closser Hale admonishes Palette for his ogling nature then slyly invites him into her kitchen. Jean Parker, as Hale's daughter, is seen only briefly, so by the time she re- appears for one major scene, it's almost forgotten that she was ever on before. The film drags in a few spots that almost brought my rating of it down, but once it builds up to a high crescendo of the huge party scene and all the drama that occurs afterwards (particularly Huston's realization of what has gone on all along), it settles into a fine film. As one of only four films that Francis made for MGM during her career (on loan), it shows her in a beautiful light, particularly the scenes with her and Asther's close-ups framed by candles as if to say that the flame was flickering with tremendous heat.
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Storm at Daybreak (1933) is nothing special if you're looking for great
storytelling. The plot is about as basic as 1930s romantic melodrama
can get: a beautiful young woman dressed in gorgeous gowns is torn
between her kind older husband and a sexy young officer. If you watch a
lot of 1930s melodramas like I do, you will be given no surprises; I
was able to predict how everything was going to end. Kay Francis,
Walter Huston, and Nils Asther have done better work elsewhere.
However, the one thing that kept me from giving this movie a 5 or 6 was its cinematography and editing. This is a fantastic movie visually-- the opening scenes are striking montages. The compositions during the love scenes enhance the sexual tension between the young lovers and emphasizes the social and moral barriers which keep them from consummating their adulterous desires. The visuals are about the only thing that recommend this one though and it's a shame they are at the service of such an uninspired script.
"Storm at Daybreak" SHOULD have been an exciting movie. After all, MGM
put a lot of money and effort into this...going so far as borrowing one
of the top stars of the day, Kay Francis, from Warner Brothers, to make
this film. Although it has some good moments, however, it's a
sluggishly paced and dull film.
The film begins on a very strong note, as the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife is recreated in a very realistic and graphic manner. This event led to the outbreak of WWI and the rest of the film is about the Serbians during this time. Mayor Dushon Radovic (Walter Huston) is a loyal servant of the Austrio-Hungarian Empire...but he also is worried about the mistreatment of his people by the hated Hungarians. So he tries to balance his duty with his patriotism. At the same time, his wife Irina (Kay Francis) has decided to take a much more active role in defending her Serbia by hiding wanted Serbs. At the same time, Captain Geza is trying to find these wanted men AND he's become captivated with the Mayor's wife.
The scenes between Geza and Irina should have been smoldering but instead were just dull...the root of the problem in the film. It should have looked more like a romance than it was...but instead just limped along to the ultimate finale.
The story opens with bustling realism depicting the assassination of
Archduke Ferdinand of Austria at the start of World War I when Austria
and Hungary were divided by political storms. WALTER HUSTON, as a
Hungarian mayor, gets initial prominence in the early scenes, with KAY
FRANCIS as his wife who is hiding some Serbians from Austrian
authorities and who catches the watchful eye of NILS ASTHER, an
It soon becomes apparent that this is going to be a rather heavy-handed love story (with some pathetic attempts at humor) involving these three against a background of tumultuous political events while KAY FRANCIS and NILS ASTHER have a fling at romantic moments that look like they're straight out of a tear-jerker from silent films. There's even a bit of the smokehouse ham in WALTER HUSTON's performance.
Miss Francis was never a great actress and she needs all her wiles here to make her role as Huston's wife even remotely credible. That she fails is evident from her first appearance and she looks uncomfortable in her period costumes.
Of course, I may be biased. I never did like KAY FRANCIS nor was I able to see her creating a real or likable character in any role she played. Since this is not a typical Francis film, it's a bit more tolerable than most, except for some extravagant overacting in '30s fashion.
It's a film that goes steadily downhill after the well staged opening of the assassination--straining for a sense of excitement and importance but it fails miserably to connect. Lush production values can't hide a mawkishly sentimental script and another teary role for Miss Francis as the wife in love with another man.
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