Saturday, May 25, 2013

Showboat directed by James Whale. Universal Pictures 1936

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     Based on the novel by Edna Ferber, Show Boat was turned into a successful and innovative Broadway show by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II in 1927.  In 1928 Paul Robeson was offered the role of Joe in which he performed “Ole Man River,” a song that would become his signature piece as the years went by.  In 1936 director James Whale wanted Paul Robeson, who was then living in England, to perform the role for the film version, and offered Effie and Paul Robeson, despite their reluctance, too much money to turn it down ($40,000).
    With a story that draws attention to the rapid evolution of stage performance in the United States, most of the activity revolves around the emerging obsolescence of a showboat company of actors and singers on a showboat on the Mississippi River from its heyday in the 1880s through the beginning of the 1920s.  There are three loosely interconnected plots.  The first deals with the fate of Julie, who at the beginning of the film is the star of the company until a disgruntled lover reports her to the authorities in Mississippi for having black blood and therefore committing the sin of “miscegenation” with a racially mixed cast.  Her leading man, her white husband dramatically cuts her finger and drinks her blood as the sheriff arrives to close the company down.  But now the husband is black too in the state of Mississippi by virtue of the “one drop” rule of racial identity. 
   The second, larger plot has to do with the romance of the company director’s daughter (played by Irene Dunne), who becomes the next leading lady, and her romance with a handsome young gambler who becomes her leading man.  
     Meanwhile, Robeson figures in the third entirely subsidiary plot around his role as Joe, the lazy husband of the company cook (Hattie McDaniels).  The well known stereotype of the comically trifling black husband and his overbearing and not pretty wife is filled out more tastefully than usual with Robeson’s excellent immaculate rendition of his songs, eliciting from Daniels (who will subsequently win a Best Supporting Actress Academy Award for her role in Gone With The Wind) both obvious delight at finally having such a wonderful leading man together with one of the best performances she ever gave on film. 
     Despite the fact that this film is rife with every stereotype in the book of Hollywood, Whale seems to weave it all together with a surprisingly light and deeply engrossing sense of the fun of it all, which figures into a lesser trend plainly visible in some of Hollywood’s output during the 30s that there were some constituencies in Hollywood and on Broadway who were beginning to regard African American culture and black face as fodder for camping it up.  Although there are tangible no breakthroughs from a contemporary Civil Rights (meaning as envisioned by a Walter White or a W.E.B. Du Bois) standpoint, there is already the sense that racial views are not so seriously regarded as they once were.   It is hard to imagine, for instance, how Southern distributors could have excised all signs of race from this film—given that the African American presence was evenly distributed in almost every frame of the film with a bevy of black men and women singing and dancing in the background.   Even Clarence Muse’s small but dignified performance as a janitor near the end of the movie hints of the coming of a new age in black Hollywood.
     The particular disappointments here from a racial standpoint is to remind us that this film is made in what is still  1930s  U.S.A. in which Jim Crow is in full effect: the role of Julie, the mulatto, was not given to the fair skinned, strikingly beautiful, green-eyed Fredi Washington who had already made an impression as the mulatto lead in Imitation of Life (1934), but instead to a white actress (Helen Morgan); and one of Irene Dunne’s largest production numbers is performed entirely in full black face get-up including wigs and large painted white lips.   She is nonetheless a delight to watch in every frame throughout, highlighting the increasingly campy aspects of blackface performances during the period, or in other words the manner in which blackface, if it is done right usually involves a send up of gender stereotypes, as well as race.

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I am a writer and a professor of English at the City College of New York, and the CUNY Graduate Center. My books include Black Macho and the Myth of the Superwoman (1979), Invisibility Blues (1990), Black Popular Culture (1992), and Dark Designs and Visual Culture (2005). I write cultural criticism frequently and am currently working on a project on creativity and feminism among the women in my family, some of which is posted on the Soul Pictures blog.