His Double Life

Rented a DVD of the Young-Gish "Double Life" because the plot seemed interesting. Watched it once, then watched it again because Alice (played by Lillian Gish) was so remarkable. Then read the play "The Great Adventure" the movie was adapted from. Then read the novel "Buried Alive" the play was based on. Alice went from "a plain widow" in the book to "a nice little package" in the play to the beautiful Lillian in the movie. And the plots and endings of the three works varied extensively. But the personality of Alice (aka Janet) is consistent. She is the eminently sensible, practical woman. A rare creature. Any sensible man would be delighted to have her as his companion. Watch this movie if only to experience the character of Alice.

Was curious to see Gish in a talkie as well as a film in which William de Mille and his screenwriter wife Clara Beranger were involved. The NYT reviewer praised it. Expectations were raised. The result was disappointment. But even with no expectations, I would have been disappointed.

This film is on the Mill Creek Comedy Collection that I'm watching. Despite a few comedy elements, this is not a comedy. And Roland Young does not give a laugh-producing performance. The trouble he gets himself into by being a mouse is not believable. However, from the moment Gish enters the story, because of her pragmatic yet eccentric character, the film becomes interesting. Alice's view of how to live and be happy is so unusual and so mesmerizing that I want to know more about her. I'm now motivated to read Bennett's novel.

The filmmakers had wonderful story material to work with, so it's puzzling as to why the end product is not wonderful. But thanks to the tip from another IMDb reviewer, I'll watch the 1943 remake with Monty Wooley and Laird Cregar. The only disappointment I'm expecting from the remake is that Gish will not be in it.

Roland Young gives a good performance in "His Double Life" that helps out an otherwise rather silly story of confusion and dual identity. It is a quite watchable if not especially memorable movie.

Priam Farrel (Young) is a brilliant artist, but is totally incapable of dealing with the most basic social situations. When his devoted valet becomes ill and dies suddenly, and everyone mistakenly assumes that the dead man is the artist, Farrel finds himself at the mercy of events. He starts to assume his valet's identity, but longs for his own. The resulting situations are sometimes funny and sometimes thoughtful. They work alright mainly because Young is good at portraying the painfully shy and rather befuddled personality of his character, and is also good at communicating the dilemmas he faces.

There's not much more to it than that, but it moves quickly and is pretty good light entertainment for anyone who likes comedies of the era.

I'm still not sure what this 68-minutes was supposed to add up to. Perhaps some find the proceedings droll; to me, they're plain dull. And were it not for an inoffensive Roland Young and a winning Lillian Gish, I would have turned it off. The plot's about a celebrated reclusive painter who's believed dead even though much alive. So he trades his real identity for his dead valet's. At first he likes the anonymity of being thought someone else, but then meets a winsome young woman and becomes conflicted.

Now actor Young can be quite droll as his Topper series shows, but here neither the material nor the direction brings out a comedic aspect. In fact, there's no spark at all from director Hopkins, which may account for his meager two credits. Maybe that's also why we get the asinine courtroom hijinks, appearing, as it were, an act of comic desperation. Overall, the movie comes across as a joyless narrative that somehow got committed to film. One positive thing, I guess Young learned that he needed to stick to real ghosts.

She had been quite captivating in her silents, and now I got the chance to watch her talkie, and she didn't disappoint, may be performed better than the silents. In that era, quite a few silent stars had tended to over-act, but not Lilian. Ronald, as Priam Farrel, the seclusive artist, as mentioned elsewhere, has been a bit too meek, but that could always be attributed to his Enochlophobia, probably assisted by his domineering cousin at childhood. Most of the areas I could bear with it, except some of the segments were a bit excessive even for that (e.g. the scene at Abbey). But not Lilian, as Alice, the girl, crossing the nubile age, despite having a bit of dowry to offer. A plain, matter of fact, and altogether inartistic-minded girl - "That is a bit much for a painting of a cop isn't it?" but practical, beyond doubt. One of the most brilliant scenes were with the Leek family at the tea, and several times trying to protect Priam, by folding him in her wings, either with Oxford, or in court. It is Lilian's movie all the way, and she had more than made up for the many weakness in plot.