The World Changes

The World Changes is a little known film that has an epic Edna Ferber like quality with a Wall Street type message in the end. In that respect its about three generations ahead of its time. I wouldn't be surprised if Oliver Stone saw this film before he did Wall Street.

Paul Muni plays the son of a good Scandinavian farming family who pioneered in the Dakota territory and for who the town of Nordholm, South Dakota is named. But Muni is not content just to be a farmer and settle down and marry Jean Muir, daughter of the second family of the town of Nordholm. He's ambitious and wants to make money, see the world, and accomplish something.

Across the Nordholm saga also come such frontier characters as Buffalo Bill Cody, Wild Bill Hickok, and General George A. Custer. It was the first that gets him into the cattle business, but its meat packer Guy Kibbee after Muni delivers the big herd from Texas like John Wayne and Monty Clift in Red River and Randolph Scott in The Texans who shows him that the real money is in combining both ends in one business. After that Muni marries Kibbee's daughter Mary Astor and eventually inherits the whole business when Kibbee dies.

Astor's a spoiled product of Eastern finishing schools and she likewise turns their sons into spoiled copies of herself. Muni's corporation eventually as they inevitably do goes public and starts selling shares and he gets out of it all together and just indulges his worthless sons Donald Cook who is a speculator on Wall Street with a brokerage house and Gordon Westcott who is content to be a playboy with a trust fund.

In the end the family Nordholm comes crashing down in all kinds of tragedy and Muni only finding some solace in one grandson William Janney who takes up with the granddaughter of Jean Muir's character also played by Jean Muir.

Real historical events are woven into the Nordholm story in the end the Stock Market Crash. Muni delivers one stinging indictment of his sons and their business very similar to what Martin Sheen told son Charlie Sheen what he thought of his Wall Street mentor Michael Douglas as the infamous Gordon Gekko. In that sense The World Changes is a timeless film which belies its own title. Some things never change.

The World Changes was not that well received and in some cases the film does descend into melodrama. But I think it's a whole lot better than the critics thought back in the day and Muni's indictment about Wall Street paper speculating and gambling versus an ethic of hard work is maybe more valid today than back then. I think professional film critics should give this one a second look.

Paul Muni outdoes himself in this movie. I thought I had seen most all of his work available on TCM, but one night featuring him, this one looked unfamiliar, and I watched it. Stunning, based on my previous impressions of Muni. From the Good Earth, onto Emile Zola, and others, I thought he was a guarded intelligent thinker, as an actor. In the World Changes, he plays a cowboy, turned cattle rustler, turned businessman. The first half of the film I couldn't believe it, but it eventually almost "devolved" into the typical Muni character everyone is so familiar with. A loner, a thinker, but he's saddled with some material that shows its age. He still, I highly recommend it, as Ailine MacMahon and Mary Astor also plate strong courageous parts. A pleasant surprise, a wonderful find.

... and this film explains the run up to the stock market crash in the person of Orin Nordholm, Jr. (Paul Muni), born in Dakota territory to Swedish immigrant parents looking for a place to build a farm. When another family arrives there, they decide seven people are enough for a town and christen it Orinville.

As Orin grows to manhood, he decides to seek his fortune in the multitude of cattle in Texas, and the multitude of meat hungry folk in the northeast, leaving Orinville and his fiancee Selma (Jean Muir) behind. Orin is hard working and enterprising, cagey when he has to be, and tragically partners with James Claffin. It's not tragic because Claffin tries to cheat him, but because he introduces Orin to his daughter, Virginia (Mary Astor),a terrible ungrateful snob. They inexplicably marry, and Orin is ultimately an unhappier man because of it. Claffin dies shortly thereafter, leaving the business for Orin to ably run.

We are shown absolutely nothing of the Orin/Virginia courtship, so the audience has no idea what he sees in her. They must have never had a conversation for him not to see she was bad news. Or maybe Virginia was as good an actress during courtship as the actress that played her. Two sons are born to the marriage and they are both as snobby as their mother, whom she ruins by spoiling them, not letting them see that all of their money is not just heaven sent.

The rest of the film plays out like a Greek tragedy or maybe the decline and fall of the Roman Empire with the subsequent two generations just getting more spoiled, reckless, entitled, worthless. Orin has long sold out his interests in his meat packing empire. One son is a professional loafer and lady's man. The other has married a girl just like dear old mom - not a good thing - and owns a brokerage firm where he and his son are involved in embezzlement Madoff style that in better times they could probably cover up, but then comes the crash of 1929.

Orin was a hard worker, always as honest as you can be in big business, his biggest sin seeming to be marrying the woman that he did. And yet it seems like this film is trying to say- and rather obviously at that - that his sin was to leave Orinville in the first place. What kind of place would America have become if nobody had big dreams and followed them? Questions not asked or answered. But maybe not popular questions at the height of the Great Depression.

Kudos to Aline McMahon as Orin's mother who credibly ages from a teen bride in 1856 to a 90 something widow in 1929. I just love her subtle acting style, her natural beauty. Interesting factoid here is that MacMahon actually lived into her 90s. She is as credible in her aging process as the more famous Paul Muni is in his.

A few funny things. Somehow the Nordholms manage to run into three famous western figures - George Custer, Buffalo Bill, and Wild Bill Hickok. Also director Mervyn Leroy always had trouble transitioning between scenes to the point that early in his career he actually had a curtain lower and rise like he was changing scenes in a play. Here he uses a globe turning with the years ticking by to indicate the passage of time.

I'd recommend this one for Muni's as well as MacMahon's acting.

Until the story dredged itself into dreary cliches, this film reminded me of Citizen Kane. Many of the scenes are extremely well-put together; Mervyn LeRoy and Tony Gaudio are as good a team as Welles and Toland (an incredible fact when you view LeRoy's tepid output from the 50's). Paul Muni portrays a blonde cowboy (!), Aline McMahon is beautiful and strong, Mary Astor is scary, and many of the characters age (unbelievably) sixty years over the course of the film. Don't skip this one, it's a fascinating watch!

Mervyn LeRoy was working pretty frantically in 1933, turning out five big features for Warner Brothers, and this social history-drama was as far from its LeRoy predecessor "Gold Diggers of 1933" as you can imagine. It's a rags-to-riches epic of Orin Nordholm (Henry O'Neill) and his wife (the always superb Aline MacMahon), founding a town in Dakota territory in 1856 and watching their namesake son (Paul Muni) become a meat tycoon with Guy Kibbee, marrying Kibbee's difficult and pretentious daughter Mary Astor, and raising a family of ingrates and opportunists. It's lavish, with big montages (the market frenzy is especially well done) and a big Warners cast, and there are some wonderful scenes--loved Custer informing Orinville in 1865 that the war is over, and MacMahon asking, "What war?" But the Muni-Astor love story (he unwisely abandons Jean Muir for her) is unconvincing, with a love-at-first-sight we don't buy (Paul Muni was many things, but sexy was not one of them), and the parade of greedy, unprincipled relatives--Donald Cook, Margaret Lindsay, Alan Mowbray--somewhat monotonous. Muni's fine, with some impressive aging makeup, and Astor, while playing a character we don't quite believe, never gave a bad performance. It's consistently entertaining and sprawling, and I love this 1930s genre of multigenerational American epics, but there are neater entries than this one.