Now, Voyager

Now, Voyager

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Now, Voyager remains a highly narcotic, swoon-inducing romance in the Bette Davis canon. It’s an unabashed soap opera about how true love gets hindered by social conventions, and manages to squeeze in a moralistic tale of female self-empowerment to boot. Toss in a third act bit of passive aggressive wish fulfillment where our high society heroine projects the love of a man she cannot have onto his unsuspecting, needy daughter, and there’s enough to make one’s head spin. But that cloudy feeling isn’t a drawback—it’s more like floating with a movie whose indulgences are reminiscent of foolishly falling in love. You ignore the flaws.

Boston heiress Charlotte Vale is a walking disaster of sheltered neurosis, a slave to the domineering whims of her elderly bitch of a mother (Gladys Cooper). Enter kindly psychiatrist Dr. Jasquith, played by Claude Rains as a soft-spoken healing balm who adores the messiness of pipe smoking and draws Charlotte in with his bedside manner and winning curiosity. Before you can say Henry Higgins, the doctor has completely transformed her life. It seems all poor sweet Charlotte needed was a new hairdo, dresses in the latest fashion, and to take off those dowdy spectacles! To test this new, improved Charlotte, Dr. Jasquith encourages her to take a pleasure cruise to Rio and take advantage of her rediscovered womanhood.

Now, Voyager‘s extended prologue belongs to the great Claude Rains, playing the idealized therapist any woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown would dream of. But rest assured, this is a Davis movie, and she rightly takes her place as the repressed female coming into her own through a charming dalliance with suave, debonair Jerry (Paul Henreid). The pleasure cruise grows all the more pleasurable as Charlotte takes courageous risks in meeting Jerry, struggling through conversations and gradually realizing she’s an interesting person, and that an interesting guy is into her. Henreid, best known for his stiff idealist in Casablanca, handles this role with easy, continental grace, and of course all the girls wish they were Bette when he casually lights two cigarettes at once and offers one to her. By moonlight, I might add.

This is all ladled on with velvety, manipulative broad strokes, yet Now, Voyager somehow manages to surpass its corny woman’s movie template. I suspect much of it has to do with Davis, who always threw herself headlong into these parts and enjoyed playing mad hysterics as much as glamour. She gets to do both here, and because Charlotte is fighting against being a stay-home spinster and has picked the right Mr. Right we actually give a damn beyond the camp antics Davis is sometimes notorious for. Naturally, these lovers are blocked because Jerry the brilliant architect is trapped in an unhappy marriage and struggling with a daughter as crazed and unhappy as the former Charlotte.

Jerry and Charlotte enjoy their ephemeral moments of happiness before parting, and Charlotte survived the experience and became Ms. Popular with the social set, rubbing elbows with celebrities and big shots. If only she can figure out how to deal with that sinister mother character, and through some elaborate plot contrivances save herself by saving Jerry’s tormented daughter. Yes, a lot of ground gets covered within the two-hour running time—it feels like three or four different features crammed together, but none of them commit the cardinal sin of being dull.

In true Old Hollywood fashion, the final scene ties it all together rather neatly and elegantly. Jerry and Charlotte draw together and move apart as if they were floating in orbit, so of course their final sequence together has them on the balcony…once again under the night sky. Who can forget Charlotte’s rapturous moment of awareness: “Don’t ask for the moon—we have the stars.” Now, Voyager is like a box of your favorite Valentine’s Day candy; you know it’s tacky but you just can’t resist. This is the stuff of young lovers and hare-brained idealists, for weepy women with handkerchiefs, and if it’s all ultimately pretty foolish stuff it reminds one of another time-honored affectionate cliché: only fools falls in love.

Image/Sound

This excellent print features excellent high contrast blacks-and-whites and a strikingly vivid gray palette. Presentation is everything in Now, Voyager, and Warner Bros. comes through. Ditto the sound, which is remarkably clear and surprisingly not tinny like so many other films of the era. Or maybe I wasn't paying attention and got lost in the stars.

Extras

The theatrical trailer plays up the schmaltz for all it's worth. One wishes they'd included a film historian's commentary here, since Now, Voyager was among the most popular box office hits of 1942 and remains a seminal offering in the Bette Davis canon. The scoring session cues (courtesy of studio composer Max Steiner) are rapturous, but nothing you can't get from simply watching the movie.

Overall

"Hold me-hold me like you did on Naboo" simply holds no weight next to Charlotte Vale's equally melodramatic yet far more poignant doomed romance.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.33:1 Full Frame
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 1.0 Mono
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Closed Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • French Subtitles
  • Spanish Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Scoring Sessions
  • Theatrical Trailers
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    DVD
    Release Date
    June 14, 2005
    Distributor
    Warner Home Video
    Runtime
    117 min
    Rating
    NR
    Year
    1942
    Director
    Irving Rapper
    Screenwriter
    Casey Robinson
    Cast
    Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, Bonita Granville, John Loder, Ilka Chase, Lee Patrick, Franklin Pangborn, Katherine Alexander, James Rennie, Mary Wickes