Sun Aug 05, 2012 4:23 am
Looks like it’s time to throw my two cents in on Mr. Chevalier, to whom, though it may appear that he is being ganged up upon here, an actual roll-call indicates the sensibles chiming in on the pro-side to be the majority. Yeah, there’s a lot of 20-20 hindsight from a comfortable position hurled at ol’ Maurice these days, with perhaps a need for a little more historical research required. The simple reason that Chevalier’s name is bigger than Jeanette MacDonald’s in the Paramount advertising is that he was a much bigger star than Jeanette at the time, and that by the time of ONE HOUR WITH YOU, she had lost ground not gained it, as she became convinced that the public really wanted to hear her sing, rather than hear her sing in her lingerie, and she wouldn’t find her big success until she went full-Diva and Louis B. Mayer sold her to middle-brow, small town America that she and Nelson Eddy were “culture” or as much as middle-brow, small town America was willing to swallow, sans lingerie.
Maurice Chevalier had that stage-trained projected personality that indeed comes across a bit much when someone sits by themselves watching him on a television screen by their widdle ownsomes in their own homes, but as Lokke Heiss said, it does and still does indeed work that magic when displayed before a full audience in a theater which is where it was designed to do what it does. Don’t believe me, then sit through a knaw-your-own-arm-off-in-order-to-escape film like PEPE (1960) with a crowd sometime and if you can make it to the second half where suddenly Chevalier gets to do what amounts to fifteen minutes or so of his stage act and listen to several hundred people act like thirsty desert castaways suddenly being handed a pitcher of cold water and it starts to dawn on you that Maurice may have known what he is doing and this is why he had a seventy-plus year career.
And give the old French guy a break on his personal life too folks, so whup-de-friggin-do he wasn’t always 120-volt cheerful offstage, which seems to be a problem a lot of feel-good performers suffer in the memories of those who met them. If Maurice off had always acted like Maurice on, he’d have been put away. What, he’s not allowed to be cranky and irritable like the rest of us? And Rudy Vallee calling Chevalier a cheapskate is like Gene Autry accusing Roy Rogers of being a singing-cowboy, and Vallee was a full-blown weirdo in real life if most reports and his own surviving correspondence is to be believed, so sorry, I don’t take his word as a valid personal reference.
And while we’re all sitting here in the personal comfort and generally-safe confines of our little American rooms and keyboards, I think we can give Maurice a pass on the “collaborating with the Nazi’s” nonsense as well. He didn’t kill anybody folks, didn’t even finger any French Freedom Fighters and nobody in charge at the time decided to send him to the Nuremburg Trials. And you-know, when you’re an entertainer, and the Nazis invade your Country and come to your nightclub, damn good idea to keep singing, and who are we to chastise him for it? As Lenny Bruce once said, “He who can take the hot-lead enema can cast the first stone.”
And one more thing, this whole getting about creeped out by “Thank Heaven for Little Girls” and/ or GIGI in general, a beautiful example of modern sensibilities playing 20-20 hindsight in either seeing things never intended by the creators or missing the point entirely. Has it ever dawned on any of those Faux Freudian Feminists that have whined about Maurice warbling that tune over the last couple of decades that they’re supposed to be a little creeped out by that song? Haven’t they ever read any of Colette’s stories on which GIGI is based? It’s basically the story of a lower class teenage girl who mother was an actress-prostitute and is being raised by her Aunt who is a former prostitute and is being trained by her other former prostitute Aunt to become a high-class prostitute herself for the completely decadent French upper-classes in which Maurice’s character is a card-carrying member. The fact that Chevalier makes this completely immoral bastard so charming is part of the brilliance of his performance and the writing. I’ve always thought GIGI was terrific and have always been amazed that MGM made it, never would have happened in Louis B’s day.
Basically what I’m saying here is screw the Chevalier nay-sayers, I think Maurice is just fine. We ran THE WAY TO LOVE a couple of weeks ago, and Istill think it is a very-underrated Chevalier picture and a lot of fun. Norman Taurog keeps it moving at a nice, Lubitsch-inspired pace, Ann Dvorak is way hotter than Jeanette MacDonald in or out of lingerie (and she doesn’t sing), and there’s a bunch of comedians doing nice bits in it. And Maurice is very funny in it too. So There.
RICHARD M ROBERTS