Broken Blossoms (The Yellow Man and the White Girl) (1919)
“The Yellow Man watched Lucy often. The beauty which all Limehouse missed smote him to his heart.”
Genres, Themes, Actors, and Directors:
Response to Peary’s Review:
The film’s terribly antiquated, casually racist subtitle will likely turn many modern film fanatics off; but once they make tentative peace with both this and the (then standard) casting of white men in both central Asian roles, they’ll likely be pleasantly surprised to find that Griffith — the infamous director of America’s most egregiously racist classic film, Birth of a Nation (1915) — seems to at least be trying to portray the film’s Chinese-American protagonist (Cheng) in a reasonably respectful light. Indeed, it’s gratifying to know that Griffith “considered the main theme of his film to be that Americans wrongly consider themselves superior to foreigners, including the Chinese, who have a noble, peace-loving philosophy”. Cheng is shown at the beginning of the film to be a noble-minded Buddhist missionary hoping to convert European heathens to more peaceful ways — and thus his quick descent into opium addiction after arriving on the sordid shores of London is given a bit of context and justification, rather than simply perpetuating the trope of drug-addled Asians. (Actually, as I think about it, this piece of the narrative could easily have been expanded upon: I’d love to have seen more of Cheng’s travails upon arrival in London.)
At any rate, Cheng’s poetically romantic yearnings towards Lucy could be (and are) explained away as merely a platonic desire to love and assist that which is most pure and good in the world — though, again, it would have been much more fulfilling to see this most unusual cinematic couple actually moving towards something “real” together. This would have required a more substantial storyline in general, but at least would have given a shred of credence to the fantastical poster (shown above). In terms of the lead performances, Peary accurately argues that “Crisp overacts”, “Barthelmess under-acts (as if he believed one change of expression would let us know that he isn’t really Oriental after all)” — but Gish “acts up an exciting storm”. He notes that “from her timid talking, stooped, crooked posture, and terrified eyes, Gish immediately gets us to understand that her beatings are a daily thing for her”, and she is “totally convincing” in the role. Her character’s ability to “smile only if she lifts the sides of her mouth her fingers” was apparently thought up by Gish herself, and remains one of the film’s most indelible (recurring) images.
* TCM’s article lists Gish as 23-years-old when the film was made, but this doesn’t make mathematical sense, given that IMDb cites 1893 as her birth year.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
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3 thoughts on “Broken Blossoms (The Yellow Man and the White Girl) (1919)”
First viewing. A once-must, for its place in cinema history.
As is known, silents tend to be a challenge for me to watch. (In a sense, ‘The Artist’ was not all that easy for me to watch; I’m much too accustomed to sound and the ever-increasing advancements cinema has always offered. I think I’m lucky that I’m still rather ok with watching subtitles during foreign films; many film watchers simply can’t tolerate that.) That said, I’m always esp. up for a silent that has remained potent.
And this is one of them. It may require a bit of patience as it moves into its more assured rhythm. But once it rolls, it rocks.
I don’t happen to agree with Peary about the performances of the two leading men. Considering this was made in 1919, I think Crisp is within believable boundaries; and I actually think Barthelmess manages surprising subtlety and nuance. Gish is, of course, wonderful.
‘BB’ remains a film with a strong dual statement: of all the battles we fight to conquer in society, child abuse and racism are among the hardest to eradicate.
It doesn’t seem very widely known but the sound remake from 1936 is worth a watch (don’t be put off by the incredibly hostile reviews on IMDB!).
Director John Brahm gives it an impressive expressionistic look and I really like Dolly Haas in the Gish role (although I may be in a minority of one about that). The fact that it’s a remake blinds people to how bold it was in the context of what was possible in cinema in 1936. It isn’t of course in the Griffith league but it’s better than 99% of 1930s’ British films.
I should have added that Emlyn Williams in the Bartelmess’ role is one of the most interesting figures in British film/theatre. He ought to be a more remembered figure (if he’s remembered at all it’s as the writer of ‘Night Must Fall’).