The Screen’s Seduction of Graham Greene
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The Screen�s Seduction of Graham Greene
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/14/movies/14raff.html
By TERRENCE RAFFERTY
Published: June 12, 2009
THE British novelist Graham Greene was a connoisseur of human frailty:
he savored the bouquet of sin. He was, unlike most of his countrymen,
Roman Catholic, and unlike most practitioners of the literary arts,
entirely comfortable with the movies. His religious affiliation was well
known, to the point where, at the height of his fame, he bristled at
being labeled a �Catholic writer.� His relationship to film was pretty
visible too; almost all his 25 novels and many of his short stories were
turned into movies or television shows (several of them more than once),
and for some of the best of them, like Carol Reed�s classic �Third Man�
(1949), he was also the screenwriter.
Both his Catholicism and his movie-friendliness are in full cry in John
Boulting�s terrific 1947 gangster picture, �Brighton Rock,� which Greene
adapted from his own novel and which starts a week�s run at Film Forum
in Manhattan on Friday. In some strange way his religion and his skill
at telling stories on film seem here to be two faces of the same rare
coin. The movie shows, as clearly as anything he ever did, his very
Catholic preoccupation with the allure of sin. And it suggests too why
filmmaking might have appealed to him so strongly. In what other
activity could he so reliably enjoy the dashed hopes, the queasy
compromises and the nagging knowledge of failure, which for him were the
staples of life in this fallen world?
The hero of �Brighton Rock,� a vicious 17-year-old thug named Pinkie
Brown (Richard Attenborough), is a dedicated sinner and a Catholic after
Greene�s own dark heart. �These atheists don�t know nothing,� Pinkie
says by way of explaining his personal theology to his sweet, devout
girlfriend, Rose (Carol Marsh); � �Course there�s hell, flames,
damnation, torments.� She hopefully adds, �Heaven too Pinkie.� To which
he replies, �Maybe,� sounding not at all convinced.
Pinkie is a ruthless, hollow-eyed sociopath who kills without a flicker
of remorse; he�s courting innocent Rose only to keep her from giving
testimony that could blow his alibi for a murder. What she sees in him
is a mystery � or, rather, it would be, in any context other than that
of a Graham Greene story, where virtue is by and large uninteresting,
and moral weakness, grubby and persistent, is the main attraction,
irresistible as the tawdry pleasures of an English seaside resort.
The hard candy called Brighton rock serves Greene as a handy metaphor
for original sin: �Bite all the way down,� one character says, �and it
still says Brighton.� That�s Pinkie � no matter how far down you look
into his adolescent soul, there�s still something stubbornly evil there,
some old, ineradicable corruption.
It�s worth noting that Greene�s participation in the making of the film
carries at least a faint whiff of corruption too. Seven years earlier,
near the end of a stint as the film critic of The Spectator, he had
cheekily reviewed a movie called �21 Days,� on which he was himself one
of the credited writers. He panned it, concluding with these ringing
words: �Let one guilty man, at any rate, stand in the dock, swearing
never, never to do it again.�
So in helping bring �Brighton Rock� � one of his favorites among his
books � to the screen he was breaking an oath. And he compounded the sin
by softening the story�s memorably cruel ending. He appears to have had
no compunction about either his perjury or the necessity of doing a
little violence to his own novel. Greene compromised gladly and seemed
in later years almost to relish the cynical professionalism with which
he had done the dirty work of turning literature into film.
In his next crack at screenwriting, Reed�s elegant and piercing �Fallen
Idol� (1948), Greene violated his own published writing � in this case,
a short story called �The Basement Room� � even more shamelessly: he
transformed the tale of a lonely boy who sees a murder committed by his
best friend, the family butler, into the story of a child who mistakes
an accident for a crime. In Greeneland this qualifies as wishful
thinking. And although the obvious intent of the change is to make the
butler (beautifully played by Ralph Richardson) more sympathetic, the
effect is to render the boy, who imagines the worst of his friend,
slightly more sinister.
The boy�s willingness to believe that a kind man can be a murderer,
however, makes him a more Greenelike character than the hero of �The
Third Man,� an American writer of pulp westerns named Holly Martins
(Joseph Cotten), who takes an ungodly long time to come to the
realization that his old college chum Harry Lime (Orson Welles) is a
monster. �The Third Man� is the most famous of the three happy
collaborations between Greene and Reed (the sprightly 1959 black comedy
�Our Man in Havana� is the other) and the one that reveals most starkly
the author�s virtues and vices, his passions and deepest prejudices.
Greene knew, better than most novelists of his high-literary stature,
how to construct a thriller plot, how to deploy mystery, suspense, a
pervasive sense of dread, and he knew too that the best villains, like
Harry Lime, are charmers: glib marketers of evil. What Greene was
temperamentally unable to do, though, was create a convincing innocent;
his conception of innocence almost invariably took the form of a
bumbling, foolish, irritatingly na�ve Yank, like Holly Martins, who is,
it seems, inherently incapable of understanding the ruined and desperate
Old World of postwar Vienna.
Or like Alden Pyle, the title character of Greene�s 1955 Vietnam-set
novel �The Quiet American,� whose na�vet� is an act but whose idealism �
you might call it a more active form of innocence � is, in Greene�s
view, contemptible. He was generally tolerant of the movies� penchant
for altering his work, even when he hadn�t made the changes himself; he
had no objection, for instance, to the elimination of the hero�s suicide
at the end of George More O�Ferrall�s fine 1953 adaptation of �The Heart
of the Matter.� But for the last 30-plus years of his life (he died in
1991) he railed against Joseph P. Mankiewicz, who brought �The Quiet
American� to the screen in 1957 and turned Greene�s dangerous idealist
into a sympathetic one.
That was unpardonable. (It�s a lucky thing Greene wasn�t a priest; you�d
never get absolution.) Surprisingly, though, Mankiewicz�s �Quiet
American� is, despite its infidelity to its source, a good movie; while
it flips the novel�s politics, it actually goes further than Greene did
in exploring the limitations of a certain kind of European weltschmerz,
here embodied by a jaded, middle-aged British reporter played with
perfectly judged ambiguity by a gangling and weary looking Michael
Redgrave.
One of the great advantages of Greene�s writing, in dramatic terms, is
the opportunities it provides for a particular kind of subtle, sad-eyed
British actor: Redgrave here, Trevor Howard in �The Third Man� and �The
Heart of the Matter,� Michael Caine in Philip Noyce�s 2002 remake of
�The Quiet American� (which is much more faithful to the novel), Ralph
Fiennes in Neil Jordan�s 1999 �End of the Affair� (also a remake, of a
1955 film in which Mr. Fiennes�s role, of a cynical, adulterous English
novelist, was played by the wholesome American star Van Johnson).
What�s hard to miss, when you�re looking at films written by or based on
stories by Greene, is how resilient these tales are, how powerful they
can be even when they�re utterly betraying their author�s intentions.
It�s fitting, in a way. His fiction is almost always about betrayals of
some kind: infidelities, broken promises, treacheries large and small.
And movies are a treacherous art. Greene, in love with corruption,
understood them very well. Film is exciting, and impure in ways that
obviously thrilled him to the depths of his soul. The movies are not
innocent. That�s why he loved them like sin.
tomcervo
> The Screen’s Seduction of Graham Greene
>
> http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/14/movies/14raff.html
>
> By TERRENCE RAFFERTY
> however, makes him a more Greenelike character than the hero of “The
> Third Man,” an American writer of pulp westerns named Holly Martins
> (Joseph Cotten), who takes an ungodly long time to come to the
> realization that his old college chum Harry Lime (Orson Welles) is a
> monster.
Rafferty seems to be unaware that Martins was written as an
Englishman--as was Lime. They were at public school together, and
apparently no further education other than the war, which made it a
story of misgrown schoolboys in over their heads. The casting of
Welles and Cotten gave it a mid-Atlantic, near-middle-aged spin. And
yes, Cotten is a poor choice for playing stupid and naive.
Derek Janssen
> The Screen�s Seduction of Graham Greene
> http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/14/movies/14raff.html
>
> By TERRENCE RAFFERTY
> Published: June 12, 2009
>
> THE British novelist Graham Greene was a connoisseur of human frailty:
> he savored the bouquet of sin.
...Okay, I can't be the only one who first read the header as "the
Native guy from 'Dances with Wolves' and 'Maverick'"
Derek Janssen (not who first pops into your mind in the same sentence
with "Seduction")
eja...@verizon.net
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news:15f28ef9-ce89-42f8...@j18g2000yql.googlegroups.com:
Lime's murder was given as a red herring, and (in the film) the major
was introduced as an asshole, to support the misconception.