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DVD Review: ‘The Uninvited’ (Criterion Collection)

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Lewis Allen’s The Uninvited (1943) was one of the first American movies to treat the ghost story seriously. Until then, ghosts were either played for comedy, or were deceptions cooked up as part of some criminal scheme, or they were used metaphorically or symbolically. But the idea that the actual spirits of the dead might linger on Earth for some reason and cause problems for ordinary people, although long a staple of literature, had been avoided.

the_uninvitedBorn in England, Lewis Allen had worked in London and New York theatre heading for Hollywood, where, at age 39, he directed his first feature, The Uninvited. In many ways it’s a remarkable debut. It virtually invents a new genre – the supernatural mystery rooted in dark secrets and aberrant psychology – and it does so with a finely tuned sense of atmosphere and a subtlety which seems to slip some details past the Hays office censors (infidelity, illegitimacy, “unnatural” relationships) which might have been problematic in a film not, perhaps, seen as somehow trivial because of its fantasy element. The film is even more striking in light of Allen’s subsequent career, a fairly undistinguished ten years in movies (with his other most notable feature the small, intense B-movie Suddenly, starring Frank Sinatra) before spending the next quarter century working almost exclusively in episodic television.

Allen was crucially aided in his debut by cameraman Charles Lang, whose half-century career encompassed every genre and scale of production (including just a few years earlier the Bob Hope comedy The Ghost Breakers). Lang’s imagery in The Uninvited is rich in shadows and sensitive to the actors’ faces – particularly Gail Russell – seeming with ease to accomplish the crucial task of suggesting the presence of unseen forces so that the audience is primed and ready to accept the few judicious appearances of the malevolent spirit late in the movie (courtesy of very effective trick photography by Farciot Edouart and Gordon Jennings).

Set on the Cornish coast of southwestern England in the present, not the comfortably distant past, the story introduces us to brother and sister Roderick and Pamela Fitzgerald (Ray Milland and Ruth Hussey), just ending a two week holiday away from their flat in London. Roderick is a frustrated, self-doubting composer who ekes out a living writing music criticism, while Pamela seems to be a kind of caretaker, looking for ways to encourage his creativity. Although the film makes nothing in particular of their relationship, the viewer senses something odd, as if at some level they’ve never quite left a mutually dependent childhood.

A walk along the cliffs above the pounding sea brings them to an apparently empty and abandoned house. When their little terrier chases a squirrel in through an open window, they climb inside and Pamela is immediately taken with the house and decides that it would be an ideal place for Roderick to settle down and begin writing his music; they just have to pool their resources. Roderick, although viewing this as an idle fantasy, allows her to push him into making an offer to the owner, the rather unfriendly Commander Beech (Donald Crisp). But before they meet him, the Commander’s granddaughter Stella Meredith (Gail Russell) tries hard to dissuade them. The Commander, however, seems particularly eager to get rid of the house and sells it at a price far below its apparent value.

Needless to say, rumours in the village suggest that there’s something “not right” about the house and, indeed, on some nights a woman can be heard sobbing in inconsolable grief. And the room at the top of the house which was once Stella’s father’s painting studio always seems to be far colder than it should be. Stella, who spent her first three years in the house before her glamourous mother Mary died tragically in a fall from the cliff (rumours of murder in the village), is eager to befriend the Fitzgeralds and regain access to the house, but the Commander goes to increasingly more extreme lengths to keep her away.

The house’s mysterious past involves Stella’s parents, her father’s Gypsy model Carmella, possible murder, and ultimately questions surrounding Stella’s birth. In a crucial subplot involving Mary’s best friend Miss Holloway (Cornelia Otis Skinner), there are even hints of a Rebecca/Mrs Danvers kind of “unwholesome” relationship. Only by untangling the long suppressed threads of past history can the ghosts finally be moved on from the house, paving the way for newly formed romantic relationships which, in addition, allow Roderick and Pamela to also move forward.

The photography and Victor Young’s lush score set a deeply romantic tone from the opening shot, which pans across the surging sea at the base of the cliffs and up to the looming house as the brother and sister climb towards it, and that tone is essential to the drama which is played out and ultimately resolved through the presence of those unseen spirits. We realize very quickly that Roderick and Stella are destined to fall in love, and their growing emotional bond is what finally triggers the malevolent actions of the hostile spirit which haunts the house.

The five main performers play it straight, without a trace of condescension towards the material, infusing the story with a genuine air of tragedy, but the heart of the film resides in Gail Russell, whose Stella is the focus of the haunting. Strikingly beautiful, Russell was only nineteen when she made The Uninvited and it was her first major role in an unhappy career. Subject to crippling insecurity, she was already drinking to control her nerves by the time she made The Uninvited and that habit plagued her career until her early death at age 36. Perhaps partly because of her looks, many considered her an untalented actress, but her Stella Meredith is a subtle, nuanced performance which embodies all the stormy romantic undertones of The Uninvited and raises what could have been a disposable trifle to the level of the great ghost movies, like The Innocents and The Haunting.

The Disk: Criterion’s transfer from a safety negative taken from a fine-grained nitrate composite print is very clean, with rich contrast (the blacks are lush and shadow details subtle) and a satisfying film-like texture. The mono soundtrack is very clear, giving a full-bodied tone to Victor Young’s rich score.

The Extras: in addition to no less than two half-hour radio adaptations of the film from 1944 and 1949 (both starring Ray Milland), the disk includes one of the more eccentric supplements to show up on a Criterion disk in some time. Michael Almareda’s 27-minute visual essay Giving Up the Ghost seems only glancingly to deal with The Uninvited as it delves into the careers and on and off screen images of Milland (with particular emphasis on Fritz Lang’s The Ministry of Fear, Billy Wilder’s The Lost Weekend, and even a passing reference to Lee Frost’s The Thing With Two Heads) and Russell (emphasizing the impact of her insecurity on the quality of her performances). Almareda also interviews cultural anthropologist Erin Yerby about the history of spiritualism and the possible psychological underpinnings of experiences with ghosts, finally working his way around to the idea that movies themselves constitute a kind of ghostly manifestation, a communal contact we all share with those who (like Milland and Russell) are now long dead. And as always with Criterion, there’s an informative booklet; this one contains a perceptive essay by Self-Styled Siren Farran Smith Nehme and an interview with Lewis Allen conducted by Tom Weaver in 1997 when the director was 92.

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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.