Blu-ray Review: Charles Vidor’s Gilda on the Criterion Collection

Few classical Hollywood titles have the glitz and glam of this excellent Blu-ray release of Gilda from the Criterion Collection.

GildaIn Jennifer Fay and Justus Nieland’s Film Noir: Hard-Boiled Modernity and the Cultures of Globalization, the authors make a case that the noir sensibility often “articulate[s] forms of emotional attachment beyond one’s country of origin” and that noir, though spawned by the machinations of the Hollywood studio system, belongs to the “aesthetic cultures of early-twentieth-century modernity.” Charles Vidor’s Gilda, with its Argentine setting and impulsive trio of friends-or-lovers, occupies the stated terrain by placing its eponymous bombshell between two men—both sexually frustrated, both concealing their impotence through deviant business practice—and having them not actually care too much about her beyond her commodity value as a trophy to shield their perpetually fractured egos.

Like Otto Preminger’s Laura, with its eponymous woman caught between not only two, but three men (and a woman!), Gilda questions the honesty of each character’s intentions by consistently revealing each person’s interests to be wholly self-serving. Furthermore, the film problematizes the face value of its narrative by doubling down on one double entendre after another, which reach vertiginous status once Johnny Farrell (Glenn Ford) is told, while being held in embrace by ex-flame Gilda (Rita Hayworth), that he’s out of practice…dancing, she means.

That Johnny flings Gilda to the side and jets away following the suggestion speaks to how Vidor understands the electric, sexual current Gilda wields with such a line, where the humiliation is so great, so felt within the viscera, that extrication from the scene of the trauma is Johnny’s only possible response. In the moment, he’s wholly psychologically defeated and made vulnerable to Gilda’s varying duplicities, that he literally cannot bear to continue being anywhere in her vicinity. That inclination—to flee the space—undergirds the entire film, not merely as a recurrent plot point, but almost as a philosophy, where borders, both national and spatial, govern one’s entire being. Johnny has plopped down in Buenos Aires to rig dice and card games, but he might as well have been spawned from thin air or—as we’re introduced to him—birthed from the floorboards.

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When he’s saved by Ballin (George Macready) from a back-alley stick-up, Johnny hardly bothers to inquire how Ballin happened to find himself in such a place, given his fine dress and “little friend”—a cane concealing a switchblade. The encounter seems positively rigged, much like Johnny’s games, but the irony fails to dawn on the two-bit hustler, who’s more intrigued by Ballin’s monetary offers than his own endangerment at the hands of an actual criminal, one with the infrastructure to do far more than hustle on the floorboards of local dives.

Johnny is “no past and all future,” but it’s Gilda who shakes his convictions, appearing out of the past (and from under the screen) as an unmovable divide between himself and Ballin, with whom he’s far more in love. “Never mix women and gambling,” Ballin says early on, and the line persists throughout the film less as a misogynistic invective than an announcement of gendered, social preference for both men, who ensconce themselves in all-male environments.

Gilda’s musical number “Put the Blame on Mame” also speaks to Johnny’s anxieties that he could never have or handle that much woman, as he watches, anguished, from just off stage, but it’s also a primary source of the film’s simultaneous embrace and remove from Hayworth’s screen presence; since the film invites viewer identification with Johnny, Gilda’s beauty (and strapless dresses) comes to dominate every underlying motivation and action because of its pleasure-or-pain reminder.

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The characters are certainly sadomasochistic (“Hate is a very exciting emotion,” says Ballin), but the film suggests that audiences, too, must share in similar sources of conflicting desires given that no audience member can actually possess Gilda either. Much like Dana Andrews’s detective in Laura, who initially covets the eponymous woman through stories told and a painting, Johnny is forced into the role of impotent spectator. Gilda is best appreciated as an intelligent back and forth on the fantasy of possessing another.

Perhaps the film’s perspective on the battle of the sexes can be best summarized by Detective Maurice Obregon (Joseph Calleia), who introduces himself by commenting that “women can be extremely annoying.” Much later, when offering advice to Johnny following an arrest, he ponders: “How dumb can a man be?” It’s the contingency of these statements that fascinates, because the film rightly recognizes that every character is capable of numerous actions that would qualify as “annoying” or “dumb,” but also that annoyance, on Gilda’s part, lies in the eye of the beholder. In the world of Gilda, and the greater spectrum of noir, it’s always about who’s watching.

Image/Sound

The Criterion Collection’s 2K presentation of Gilda highlights Rudolph Maté’s luminous cinematography in ways prior home-video iterations of the film could only dream of, making it a requirement to toss out that 2000 Columbia DVD release. The best part of having studio classics restored and transferred in high definition is seeing how digital technologies and archival preservation go hand in hand, making it seem as though the film was shot only yesterday, as the image looks absolutely clean and free of defect. Color timing and balance appear immaculate and depth of field is better than ever. The monaural sound mix is strong, without noticeable sound pops, and handles even the boisterous dance numbers with ease.

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Extras

The supplements fulfill four of the five major areas any proper home-video release needs. The first is a commentary, recorded in 2010 by Richard Schickel, which provides scene-by-scene insight into the film’s production and some of its thematic through lines, though Schickel’s style is a little too laidback. Far less so is Eddie Muller, who provides a sparkling 20-minute interview that cuts right into the film’s potentially queer subtext, though for him this is a film where “the subtext is the plot.” Muller also wishes he had a time machine so that he could go back to 1946 and see audience reactions during the film’s initial run, primarily because he’s uncertain if audiences were clued into the now-obvious stand-ins for fellatio and other, disguised sexual banter. Thirdly, there’s an appealing appreciation by Martin Scorsese and Baz Luhrmann, who both discuss the film’s influence on their careers in unsurprising ways; Scorsese manages to mention two-dozen other films in the process, while Luhrmann says “love” and “melodrama” repeatedly. Fourthly, there’s a television episode about Rita Hayworth from a 1964 show called Hollywood and the Stars, narrated by Joseph Cotton. It’s the kind of stuff TCM plays between features: informative, if scant. The only missing piece is an archival interview or two from any member of the cast and crew. A trailer and an essay by critic Sheila O’Malley round out this stellar disc.

Overall

Classical Hollywood titles have been receiving many HD upgrades in recent years, but few have the glitz and glam of this excellent Blu-ray release of Gilda from the Criterion Collection.

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 Cast: Glenn Ford, Rita Hayworth, George Macready, Joseph Calleia, Steven Geray, Joe Sawyer  Director: Charles Vidor  Screenwriter: Jo Eisinger, Marion Parsonnet  Distributor: The Criterion Collection  Running Time: 110 min  Rating: NR  Year: 1946  Release Date: January 19, 2016  Buy: Video

Clayton Dillard

Clayton Dillard is a lecturer in cinema at San Francisco State University.

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