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DVD Review: Jerry Lewis’ The Jazz Singer (1959)

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In the 1950s, after he broke up with long-time partner Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis made a string of very successful comedies built around his, shall we say, “distinct” comic persona. Jerry’s schtick was a mixture of elaborate, agile physical business combined with an aggressive use of facial and vocal tics, which at their mildest were kind of goofy and at their most extreme somewhat alarming. He came on like a demented, hyper-active child — indeed, his biggest appeal was to children, who could recognize that he was acting out wildly and getting away with it.

But Jerry was very ambitious and, as big as his success was, he wanted more. Beginning in 1960, with The Bellboy, he began writing and directing his own films, by force of will becoming one of the most distinctive of American auteurs. For a while in the ’60s, he was at the pinnacle of the business and even earned a fair amount of critical success (the adoration of French critics eventually attained mythic proportions).

But like many comedians before him, there was a part of Jerry that wanted to be taken seriously. Comedy sometimes doesn’t seem to get the respect a dedicated performer is looking for. This urge in Jerry reached its peak with the unreleased The Day the Clown Cried (1972), which he wrote, directed and starred in as a comic who, having been sent to Auschwitz by the Nazis, entertains the children on their way to the gas chambers. Just think of Roberto Benigni’s Life Is Beautiful (1997) to get an idea of just how chilling that would be.

On a smaller scale, this desire to be taken seriously resulted in a real oddity, now released on DVD by Inception Media Group: a television adaptation of The Jazz Singer, made for NBC’s Lincoln-Mercury Startime in 1959, and never screened again until now.

There are some possibly strong personal reasons for the choice of this old chestnut. Like the protagonist, Joey Robin (born Joseph Rabinowitz), Jerry had sublimated his Jewish origins (as Joseph Levitch) to make it big in showbiz. The Jazz Singer is about the conflict between tradition and making it in the secular world, and it moves inexorably towards reconciliation. But by the time Jerry got around to doing the show in 1959, it was a corny cliché, and the Rabinowitz family — father Eduard Franz, mother Molly Picon, uncle Alan (Fred Flintstone) Reed — come across as a standard sitcom group, broadly played with thick accents and exaggerated mannerisms.

Interestingly, Lewis plays Joey with very little charm. His nightclub act, which we see a fair bit of in the play’s opening scenes, is a mixture of mediocre “jazz singing” and typical Jerry schtick. He mugs, makes with the funny voices, tells painfully unfunny jokes, and then emotes sentimentally through a musical number. It’s very hard to buy famous TV star Ginny Gibbons (Anna Maria Alberghetti) going out of her way to book him on her show, particularly after he humiliates her in public. But she, and other characters, keep insisting that he’s a brilliant performer, so we have no choice but to go along with the pre-ordained storyline which leads to the big choice between family and tradition and the glamour and wealth of show business.

Originally, Samson Raphaelson based his play The Jazz Singer on Al Jolson’s own life, and Jolson of course was a huge hit in the 1927 film version. Almost unwatchable now, it stands as an important historical artifact, but as a movie it’s sunk by Jolson’s relentless overacting and the now very problematic emphasis on blackface musical numbers. Lewis certainly tones down his own performance, perhaps very much aware of the dangers inherent in the material. And he replaces blackface with clown makeup, which may be less uncomfortable for a modern viewer, but inadvertently adds a note of parody to the final scenes — the reconciliation with the dying Cantor Rabinowitz and the last shot of Joey chanting the Kol Nidre in the synagogue next door.

This creaky, awkward live production is a far cry from director Ralph Nelson’s work on Rod Serling’s Requiem For A Heavyweight (1956) on Playhouse 90, or his production of the Old Vic’s Hamlet (1959) for the DuPont Show of the Month on CBS. It’s little more than a curiosity now, a look at how Jerry Lewis was struggling with his own famous persona as he was taking greater control of his career.

But the most interesting thing about Inception’s DVD is that it offers the show not merely as a black-and-white kinescope (like most of the live dramas from the ’50s which have been released in the past few years); the company had access to an original colour videotape of the show from Lewis’ own archives. It’s remarkable how much energy the colour adds in contrast to the dramatically much flatter kinescope version.

There’s a brief but informative featurette on the disk in which David Crosthwait of DC Video explains how he had to rebuild the show from several different sources, a process further complicated by the fact that in those early days of colour recording, the technology was very different from what came later and he had to find ways of rebuilding the information on the tape into a usable signal which served as the basis of the restoration.

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About K. George

I have been a film editor for some twenty years, cutting shorts and features, drama and documentary, theatrical and television. Since my earliest memories of movies — watching Omar Sharif as Ghengis Khan, Ursula Andress as She in the Odeon or Regent or Pavilion in Chelmsford, Essex, in the early ’60s, or catching King Kong or Quatermass 2 on a small black and white television in our living room in White Roding — what engaged me, and still engages me, is story and the techniques of storytelling. Even in my documentary work, the concern is always with how to shape the material into a compelling narrative. When I returned to school in my mid-20s, I started hanging out at the University of Winnipeg student newspaper office and eventually became the weekly film reviewer — an excellent gig because it meant I got to see a lot of movies for free. No doubt that experience helped when I fortuitously got an opportunity to go to Los Angeles and interview David Lynch and many of his collaborators on the production of Eraserhead for an article for Cinefantastique. And that article in turn landed me a job on the production of Lynch’s Dune, a remarkable six months in Mexico helping to document the day-to-day details of production on one of the most expensive movies ever made. Eventually returning to Winnipeg, I wrote fairly regularly about film and other matters for Border Crossings, an arts quarterly. And then, in 1989, I joined the Winnipeg Film Group and set about making my own first film, a 9-minute comedy in the form of a dubious documentary called Incident at Pickerel Fillet. This was followed by a short piece in a collaborative project called The Exquisite Corpse, and then a more ambitious comedy parodying old-style sci-fi movie serials called The Adventures of Stella Starr of the Galaxy Rangers in the 23rd Century. These experiences led inexorably to a career in film editing, mostly on documentaries. Over the years, I have also sporadically continued writing — a number of unfilmed scripts, plus a brief history of the Winnipeg Film Group for Cinema Scope, and most recently a chapter on filmmaker John Kozak in the WFG’s anthology about Winnipeg directors, Place.
  • Mark Grantz

    I borrowed the DVD from our local library. I was very disappointed. They butchered the show. The removed the commercials and fast foreworded the closing credits. Glad I didn’t spend money to buy it.

  • K. George

    My mistake … The Jazz Singer merely looks like a live production, but was actually pre-recorded.

  • alan

    this production was NOT live-please correct your error

  • Pat

    Good to hear – thanks!

  • K. George

    No, there’s no visible watermark on the image.

  • Pat

    I’d love to see this but Inception sometimes slaps a persistent watermark on their releases. Is that the case with this title?