Marlene

A documentary retrospective on the career of enigmatic screen diva Marlene Dietrich.

I do not really know much about Marlene Dietrich. I have seen a few of her better known films, such as "Blue Angel", but know almost nothing about her personally. This documentary was good for fixing that, really allowing her to tell her story in her own words.

Apparently she did not want to be filmed, but agreed to be recorded. I actually think this makes for a better film. It allows for more footage to be shown, which is great when so many of her earlier works are hard to track down. Also, it serves little purpose to show her as an elderly woman... I mean, especially now that we saw how much better the screen time can be used.

Maximilian Schell's documentary portrait of legendary screen siren Marlene Dietrich separates the woman from her myth, but because Dietrich herself refused to appear on camera the director was presented with a dilemma: how to construct the film without its subject? His clever (if desperate) solution was to document, instead, his own frustration in making the film, using Dietrich's disembodied, tape recorded voice to supplement scenes of the director scrambling for cohesive footage.

Surprisingly, the finished film (messy as it often is) creates a remarkably full picture of the reclusive star, despite (and in large part because of) her absence. Dietrich's voice alone – obstinate, caustic, skeptical of Schell's project, scornful of her own allure – says more (with more insight) than any scripted monologue could provide, and her unedited conversations with Schell (an old comrade) are unpredictable and candid, often becoming verbal sparring matches in two languages.

Schell turns Dietrich's refusal to appear on-camera for him from what could have been a disaster to a distinct artistic advantage. Being able only to hear her growl her own commentary over scenes from earlier films, newsreels, etc., gives this picture an amazing power and poignancy that it would not have otherwise. An amazing movie.

Today I watched a documentary on Marlene Dietrich titled 'Marlene'. It was produced in 1984 and directed by Dietrich's "Judgment at Nuremberg" co-star Maximilian Schell. I don't know how many of you know this, but Marlene agreed to do the film only if the director was in compliance with her wish not to be photographed, and because of this she does not appear in the film. But her Paris apartment is recreated to give the illusion that the actress is really there. Her voice, however, is used as the narration through the film, which is aided with various clips of her movies, concert performances and newsreel footage.

To begin with, Marlene shows little interest in this whole film -- it's obvious -- and even less interest in the discussion of her movies -- that's, sadly, even more obvious. I'm convinced now more than ever that she never enjoyed working on a movie. Still, it's nice to discover that she is able to remember her experiences with a lot of clarity, sometimes using the German word "kitsch" (worthless) to describe most of her film work; although I may disagree with her on some. Marlene also talks about other things besides her films. Her singing career and personal life are briefly discussed, as well as Jean Gabin, Ernest Hemingway, Josef von Sternberg and her marriage to Rudolph Sieber.

It's a strange documentary that you can't help but like. And not everything you would like to hear (even if you consider them important in her life) is mentioned a whole lot in this; such as the war years, where Marlene's tireless efforts to entertain the allied troops stationed at the front, seemed neglected. I remember hearing Schell saying to Marlene in the beginning of the film that he didn't want this to be a typical A-B-C from childhood to present interview. Well, perhaps it would've worked better had it been that way. Much of it was a mess -- not difficult to follow necessarily -- just may have been easier on Marlene's temper had there been some kind of order to the whole thing. Maybe.

It gets a little heated towards the end of the film. Schell seems to have angered Marlene at one point by pressing her for a comment on one of her movies. I don't know how serious it was after the tape stopped rolling, but she evidently wasn't amused. In the end, it becomes apparent to the viewer how cranky Dietrich is at this point in her life. You could argue that it might have something to do with her age, but I think it has more to do with the fact that she was an incredibly disciplined woman who favored manners and intelligence over such common habits like idle gossip and unpreparedness. In fact, her attitude during this film is so overwhelming to the point where it's just sad. She may sound bitter, but she's a woman worth listening to regardless. Watching this documentary gives Riva's book even more credibility, in my opinion, especially in the final years of Dietrich's life where you wonder if all those incidents you read about were true.

On very few occasions did Marlene Dietrich drop the well-constructed mask of her eternal beauty. She was the daughter of a soldier, and very rarely showed (real) emotions. Max Shell was able to give us a glimpse of the woman behind the facade in this breathtaking documentary (even though Marlene did not allow their conversations to be filmed, a sound-recording is all we get from the 83 year old legend). It is certainly not a flattering portrait. Marlene is rude and impatient, and she tells all kinds of lies. But at the end of the documentary there are a few extremely touching moments: Her sudden joy when she sings songs from her ´Berliner Platte´ (the Berlin album), a film-clip from her last movie ´Just a gigolo´ (1978), and her emotional reaction to the favorite poem of her mother, read by the director. When Shell finally breaks her defence mechanism, we hear an old and tired woman, tired of being perfect for more than six decades. And every time it breaks my heart to think how hard it must have been to keep up the facade that was Marlene Dietrich.