Sunday, April 4, 2010

Orchids and Ermine (1927)

‘Pink’ Watson hooked me about three minutes into Orchids and Ermine. It was the scene where she wraps a white cat around her neck like a mink stole. This woman has nothing, but she knows what she wants.

Why ‘orchids and ermine’? Because both are items of luxury; two of many (along with the stole) that Pink will be swathed in once she marries rich. Step one, then: find a rich man to marry. For Pink (Colleen Moore), this means goodbye to her receptionist job at the cement factory, where everything and everyone, including Pink and the men she meets, are covered in dust.

Step two: go where the rich men are. Rich people prefer the city, so find a job there. Step three: work at a luxury hotel, right out in the lobby, where a cutie like Pink will be easy to spot. Step four: operate the switchboard. Then everyone’s business has to go through you.

Some might call Pink a gold-digger, but not me. I too would prefer to put my time and energy into someone with a secure bank account; the point being that money isn’t all that matters to me. Nor is it all that matters to Pink. She’s simply a woman confident enough in her self-worth to demand the best, and while she has little money of her own, minimal social position and average looks, she’s also too smart and determined to be denied.

If Pink’s best weapon is her wits, her friend Ermintrude (Gwen Lee) is unarmed. Ermintrude, the hotel’s flower girl and (implicit) slut, views marriage as her first and last step to easy living. She also gauges a man’s wealth by how much he spends, and so throws herself at the most ostentatious cads she can find. This is bad strategy. Her dates are more like deals, and the men want payment upfront.

Not that we should judge, of course. The desire both women have to marry well makes them no different from thousands of other females populating the silent screen, and the realms of theatre, literature and legend for centuries before that. Those women never said they were marrying for money, but the men they won were always well-off. Even Cinderella had it both ways, and you couldn’t blame her for being pleased about it. Pink differs from Ermintrude, and all the rest, only in her self-reliance. Yes, she wants a man’s money, but she’ll determine how he gives it to her.

That's Mickey Rooney playing the vertically-challenged gentleman above. He was already a five-year show business veteran.

Seems like I’m writing more about Pink than the movie she’s in. Perhaps this is because Orchids and Ermine is such a clear star-vehicle for the popular Moore, who’s in nearly every scene. Maybe it’s due to the rascally charm Pink possesses—a trait allowing her to state bluntly her desire for well-financed love, as any flapper might, but none with more snap than Colleen Moore could.

Or maybe it’s because, aside from Pink, Orchids and Ermine doesn’t feel that special. The direction is fine, and Moore’s supporting cast is able to a man, but so what? This movie's comic template is so basic it predates Shakespeare.

In brief: Moore’s hotel is visited by the youthful, bookish Richard Tabor, whose fames precedes him thanks to a windfall in the oil market. Tabor (Jack Mulhall) is anything but a playboy, yet he’s deluged by one starstruck femme after the next, all eyeing his huge bank account. Tabor’s so weary of the chase that he devises a plan to switch places with his driver, Hank (Sam Hardy), a man who’s happy to take control of Tabor’s blank cheques and unsought attention. Pink falls victim to the millionaire’s ruse, but the whole thing becomes more of a problem for Tabor than for her. It is Tabor, not Pink, who ends up giving chase, protesting that indeed, he is who he says he is now, not who he said he was the day before—and all to win the hand of a woman who’s supposedly trying to land a rich man at any cost.

That's about all I've got for Orchids and Ermine, except this: I wish it was a talkie. The film has waves of Jazz-Age one-liners, most of them delivered by Moore, and her banter translates into dozens of intertitles. Too many. Pink had a lot to say, and even two years later, that mouth would have roared, and roared loud.

Where to find Orchids and Ermine:
I saw Orchids and Ermine live at Cinefest, in Syracuse, NY. Piano accompaniment was provided by Makia Matsumura.

Speaking of talkies, Sam Hardy had a supporting role in one of my all-time favourites: King Kong (1933).

1 comment:

  1. I've just watched it yesterday on youtube and loved it! But I do have to agree with you on the talkies point- it would have been brilliant to hear Pink deliver these witty lines!