My 1930s education at the movies

I’d long wanted to see the two movies on the double bill at our neighborhood movie house, the Princess at 61st and Main streets in Los Angeles, that week in 1939. Brother Raul and friend Ernie wanted to see the films too, even though they had been made eight years earlier. Mother was not enthusiastic. “Those are very scary movies,” she warned. We were not dissuaded and found ourselves sitting in the darkened theater on Sunday afternoon as the curtains parted.

The first half of the double bill was Dracula; the second, Frankenstein. They terrified me. Movies like this—about a dead man who rose from his coffin at night to find throats to sink his teeth into or about a mad scientist who sought to bring life back to cadavers he dug up by implanting new brains in them—embodied evil and could only end badly. What surprised me is why my brother and friend were not as frightened as I was. I left my seat for the safety of the sofa in the lobby and sat there waiting until my two companions finished viewing the entire bill. For the rest of my life, I have avoided movies about monsters, mummies, vampires, wolf-men, zombies and similar beings. 

I had the formal education my Los Angeles schoolteachers, church leaders, and my parents wanted me to have. But they couldn’t take me to other planets or India—and they certainly weren’t going to talk to me about bootlegging and femme fatales. Movies were frank and immediate, teaching me about an America that was scarier and more exciting than the one I encountered on the streets. Indeed, I saw visions of what America’s most fantastic wishes would look like if they came true, and what its most destructive fears could lead to. (And sometimes, I learned, I couldn’t watch.) 

For many years, we saw movies only at the Princess, but in time, my brother Raul and I expanded the boundaries of our movie-going world, adding two more theaters, the Century at 61st and Broadway, a block west of Main, and the Kiva, a block north. We started going to the Strand, a mile farther north, not long afterwards; it was at the corner of Broadway and Vernon Avenue. A child’s ticket cost 11 cents, and a small bag of popcorn, served in a little white paper bag (with butter), a nickel.

We even went midweek, when neighborhood theaters held Keno nights to increase attendance. Patrons were given numbered cards, the house lights were turned on, and a large wheel on stage was spun. Those with winning cards were given prizes. At the Kiva one Wednesday evening, I was a winner and was called to the stage where I was handed a bag that contained my prizes. I threw away the little jar of mustache wax and the fishing line but took home the box of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes.

Going to the movies typically meant seeing two movies, a cartoon, occasionally a short subject, and, if we went on Saturday afternoon, a serial that continued week to week for 12 weeks or so. Serials featured cowboy stars like Buck Jones and Johnny Mack Brown. But my favorite was Flash Gordon, whose battles with the evil Emperor Ming, ruler of the planet Mongo, took 13 weeks to resolve.

The filmed news of the week was another extra. Charles Lindbergh had made his historic solo flight across the Atlantic in 1927, just a few years before I started going to the movies, and he often appeared on-screen. Many boys, including myself, wore close-fitting pilot’s headgear, some equipped with goggles, in emulation of the young flier. Movies about pilots and their airplanes became very popular. Hell’s Angels, made in 1930, portrayed the lives of World War I combat pilots and featured blond newcomer Jean Harlow, which insured that not all the film’s action would take place in the sky.

Such films taught us who our friends were. In The Dawn Patrol (1938), Errol Flynn, David Niven, and Basil Rathbone played English pilots making early morning flights over German-held territory. Their worthy nemesis was the German ace Von Richter, clearly meant to evoke the real life Baron Manfred von Richthofen (also known as the Red Baron) whom everyone, even us schoolchildren, knew about. Even though the plot details were fictional, reality couldn’t help but intrude occasionally. When war broke out in 1939, Niven had to leave Hollywood to return to England and joined the Army to fight real Germans. 

But the enemies didn’t have to be just the Germans. We school kids loved the action-adventure movie Gunga Din (1939) in which Cary Grant, Victor McLaglen, and Douglas Fairbanks Jr. played British soldiers stationed in colonial India. The bad guys were the Thuggee, who fought the British and who captured the three good guys.

The movies of the 1930s also could be frank about disaster. In San Francisco (1936) Clark Gable played Barbary Coast saloonkeeper Blackie Norton, and Spencer Tracy was his lifelong friend Tim Mullin, a Catholic priest. They fight over a singer (played by Jeanette MacDonald)—but the year is 1906, and the earth shakes, buildings topple, and people panic and flee in one of the most realistic disasters Hollywood has ever presented. (The final scene has the three stars reunited on Nob Hill singing hymns along with other survivors.) John Ford’s The Hurricane (1937) showed a realistic storm, toppling palm trees and buildings in ways that, upon a recent viewing, were as eye-popping as when I was 9 years old.       

At the movies, we learned about more than harmless gathering; there were stories of vice crime. The Prohibition era produced a new type of crime in the United States: the illegal manufacture, transportation, and sale of liquor. It went way beyond the people we knew in our neighborhood who made wine for their personal use—that was not illegal. It didn’t take Hollywood long to jump on the gangster bandwagon. In Little Caesar (1931), Edward G. Robinson played an Al Capone-like figure, glaring menacingly and threatening. Crime didn’t pay in the movies, and Little Caesar (also known as Rico) gets it in the end. As he lies dying he gasps out the words, “Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico?”

In Scarface (1932), Paul Muni played Chicago mobster Tony Camonte, whose racket is selling illegal beer to speakeasies. Parts of Scarface were risqué. The morning after a wild party, a man picks up off the floor a feminine undergarment that had been shed there the night before. Then there were the gangster films of James Cagney, known for hitching up his trousers with his forearms and uttering the phrase, “You dirty rat!” We knew these stories were make-believe, but we schoolboys mimicked him for fun. 

With stories of crime came stories of guns. And so, with our pocketknives, we whittled blocks of wood into guns that we armed with rubber strips cut from automobile tire inner tubes. With wood and metal clothespins we made pistols that fired lighted matches when we pulled the trigger. We wanted to imitate cowboy stars like Tom Mix, who lent their names to pairs of six-shooters with holsters that every toy store sold. We had cap pistols that we loaded with rolls of caps that exploded when we pulled the triggers.

The movies weren’t all about good vs. evil. There was great comedy that taught us about what was funny about the country. Comedians Bud Abbott and Lou Costello made their film debut in a movie they made about Army life, Buck Privates. In 1940, the United States initiated a pre-Pearl Harbor military draft, and the comic team depicted their version of life in the Army of that time.

And the Marx Brothers, Groucho, Harpo, and Chico (and for a time, Zeppo) could make anything funny, even the severe immigration restrictions of the 1930s. In Monkey Business (1931), the four try to pass an immigration checkpoint by each in turn presenting the French singing star Maurice Chevalier’s passport as their own. When the immigration official remarks to each passport holder that he bears not the slightest resemblance to the French singer, each begins to sing “You Brought a New Kind of Love to Me,” a Chevalier standard. Harpo played a mute, and when his turn comes, he sings exactly like Chevalier, to the moviegoer’s surprise. But then we discover he is playing a portable record player strapped onto his back.                       

I recently came across the 1998 list The American Film Institute compiled of the 100 Greatest American Movies of All Time. I have seen 96 of them. I’ve always devoured stories, whether in the form of movies, fiction, or non-fiction. Americans have an almost insatiable need to be entertained, and Hollywood has filled that need for over a century, and hasn’t stopped yet. Of all the movies I’ve seen, my favorite is The Wizard of Oz. I first saw it not long after its release in 1939 and have seen it many times since. I never fail to be taken in by the fantasy and by its lessons—that there’s no place without troubles and there’s no place like home.

Manuel H. Rodriguez taught in local Los Angeles schools for 41 years, 35 of them at Los Angeles Valley College. He wrote this for What It Means to Be American, a national conversation hosted by the Smithsonian and Zocalo Public Square.

Mitisek and Co. expand boundaries of opera with puppets, poetry and ‘Frankenstein!!’

Critics have called the Long Beach Opera (LBO) “daring,” “unconventional” and “innovative.” While all those are accurate, another word that perhaps better describes the company is “playful.”

Still, one wonders how the seasoned, classically trained LBO musicians reacted when their artistic and general director, Andreas Mitisek, unveiled a box of plastic toy instruments. The toy saxophones and tiny flutes will be played by band members as part of contemporary composer H. K. Gruber’s bravura work for orchestra and singing narrator, “Frankenstein!!” Set to witty and often wacky poems by H.C. Artmann, the piece will be presented at the Long Beach Performing Arts Center March 14-16.

“It’s really funny to get a box of toy instruments,” Mitisek said. “But our orchestra really appreciates what we do, because they get to play what they don’t get to play anywhere else. They know they will have some challenges and new music.”

Described as “a ‘pan-demonium’ for chansonnier and orchestra,” “Frankenstein!!” makes up the second half of a concert that also features Richard Strauss’ 1897 melodrama for voice and piano, “Enoch Arden,” based on a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Actor Michael York performs the demanding vocal parts in both works. Luckily, he clearly has a fine sense of humor — he played Basil Exposition in all three “Austin Powers” movies and worked with Richard Lester in the 1970s.

According to Mitisek, who is Viennese, the musicians will perform “Frankenstein!!” on multiple instruments in Gruber’s 12-piece ensemble version — scored for strings, piano, brass and woodwind players. Simon Rattle and the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra gave his original version for large orchestra a whirl in 1978, with, according to music critic Paul Griffiths, Gruber as soloist in a “vampirical vocalizing of horror-comic ditties.”

If all this sounds a bit “out there,” even by LBO standards, last month the company staged Ricky Ian Gordon’s song cycle “Orpheus and Euridice” at the Belmont Plaza Olympic pool in Long Beach, with the pool setting re-imagined as the River Styx �”entrance to the underworld. And last year’s haunting, claustrophobic production of Grigori Frid’s monodrama for soprano, “The Diary of Anne Frank,” took place in parking garages at Sinai Temple and in Lincoln Park.

So given this history, maybe staging Gruber’s eerie comic-book world is a return to earth for Mitisek and the LBO. At least the work is being presented in a theater with properly cushioned seats, not on metal bleachers.

But did we mention the puppets? Strange and unique as Gruber’s work was conceived to be, leave it to Mitisek to kick it up another notch by adding the Long Beach-based Rogue Artists, a group specializing in masks and puppetry.

Gruber’s piece is not normally performed with puppets, but that didn’t restrain Mitisek’s own wacky imagination.

“Gruber calls it ‘instrumental theatre,'” Mitisek said. “I think it’s an open art form, and it’s also something very Long Beach Opera-like, expanding the boundaries of whatever we do.”

So the conductor turned to the Rogue Artists Ensemble. In 2005, the group collaborated with Opera Pacific on a story about puppets that interact with human stagehands while performing Wagner’s “Ring” Cycle. The title: “Das Püppet.” One of their more recent projects is an original adaptation of “Mr. Punch,” a dark graphic novel. “They have a vein for the macabre,” Mitisek said. “They are not regular puppeteers — their aim is not little-kid shows.”

Tyler Stamets, the 27-year-old associate artistic director of Rogue Artists, agrees. While his favorite parts of the show are “the toy instruments that have a crazy, whimsical feel that lends itself to the type of work we do,” he says “Frankenstein!!” is not for kids.

“It’s great for teenagers of the ‘Simpsons’ generation,” he said. “But it’s not sweet and sunshiny.”

Readers can sample some of Artmann’s deceptively simple poems “after children’s rhymes” online.

Mitisek also sees the work as appealing to adults.

“Being childlike is something to keep in our lives,” the 43-year-old conductor said. “[Gruber’s] piece appeals to the sophisticated adult in us and also to the fun part that we, hopefully, still keep from our childhood.”

For Mitisek, staying “young at heart and mind” is crucial. As for Rogue Artists, they don’t have to “stay” young; they still are. And it was Artmann’s comic-book references to Batman, Dracula and Superman, among others, that resonated most with them. Founded in 2003 at UC Irvine, the company came together when Stamets met Patrick Rubio, one of the two lead designers for the “Frankenstein!!” project; the other is veteran puppeteer, Joyce Hutter.

“We’ve been heavily influenced by that [comic-book] style,” Stamets said, “and this is a great chance for us to put some of that work on stage. Andreas has given us free rein to build on these ideas to make it all come to life.” Indeed, to create this Frankenstein, the Rogue Artists, like the LBO, are “pushing it to the extreme.” They will be using everything from shadow puppetry projected onto large screens to 10-feet tall puppets. Spoiler alert: one of the culminating theatrical moments in “Frankenstein!!” shows how the monster comes together out of objects scattered about the stage.

Of the several different styles of puppetry the Ensemble will present, one is Bunraku, an early 19th century Japanese art in which a puppet is so large it requires three people to manipulate it.

“It’s not just one person with his hand in a sock,” Stamets said. “We work with puppets on the scale of Walt Disney and Cirque du Soleil, but without the budget.”

According to Mitisek, the composer’s title, “Frankenstein!!” may be a bit misleading, since only one of the poems is set to music about that fabled 19th century monster. “But they all have that flavor,” Mitisek said, “a poem about Little Miss Dracula and comic-strip heroes. It’s all a little nightmarish and scary.”

One of the key elements in any production of “Frankenstein!!” is the “chansonnier,” in this case actor Michael York, who will also be intoning Strauss’s tragic story of “Enoch Arden” in the show’s curtain-raiser with pianist Lisa Sylvester.