Masacre

There's nothing jaw-droppingly brilliant about this film. In fact, it has moments that look like a very low-budget Western. Joe wears one of those Tom Mix hats so big it looks like a joke. Why does he put his hat on before roaring off down the road in his convertible? The punches Joe throws miss their mark by two feet (swish!) while the punchees dutifully drop to the ground. Joe's black assistant sometimes seems smart and individualized, and other times plays the dumb blackie. People in the court scene get on a soapbox and speechify shamelessly. In the closing shot, Joe and his gal embrace, turn, look into the distance, freeze, and you can almost hear the director saying, "Hold it just like while I count to thirty." But for all its clumsiness, it holds your attention because of the importance of the theme, the victimization of native Americans under the reservation system and one man's effort to get justice. It's amazing to realize that this was produced in 1934, with several decades to come of standard Hollywood westerns, many based on the idea that the only good Indian is a dead Indian. I enjoyed this movie very much and wish it were more widely known.

Many shots seem to have been taken on location with real natives on real reservations, and the burial ceremony seems authentic.

On a much lighter note, I adored Joe's car, some swanky roadster of the thirties. I'd be happy to drive a car like that today.

Rodeo stunt rider Richard Barthelmess (as Joe "Chief" Thunder-Horse) thrills crowds at the Chicago "World's Fair" celebrating a century of progress in Native American Indian affairs. An assimilated Sioux, Mr. Barthelmess receives word that back on the Reservation his father is dying. Barthelmess takes time out to fulfill a sexual fantasy with shapely blonde Claire Dodd (as Norma), then drives to the Reservation with his happy-go-lucky manservant. On the way, he is attracted to red-skinned Ann Dvorak (as Lydia). Barthelmess discovers his forgotten brethren are being mistreated, and need help...

He reveals himself in great physical shape when he strips after his opening stunts, but the camera shows Barthelmess modestly keeps his underwear on in the shower. The make-up and hairstyle the actor used to compliment his regrettable facial surgery works for the "Indian" character. Female figure watchers should be alerted to Ms. Dodd's early scenes, as she fills her dress exceptionally well. Also watch for the car chase wherein future "Charlie Chan" star Sidney Toler (as Shanks) gets his comeuppance.

***** Massacre (1/18/34) Alan Crosland ~ Richard Barthelmess, Ann Dvorak, Dudley Digges, Claire Dodd

"Massacre" finally made it to TCM at 2:15 PM on August 9, 2011 as part of an all-day salute to Ann Dvorak. It may be that "Massacre" was on TCM before I started receiving the cable station in 1996, but I doubt it. As Joe Thunderhorse, a traveling show star who knows the score, Richard Barthelmess does a great job. Part of the reason for that has to the movie's director, Alan Crosland, whose career was on a downward slide at Warner Bros. For that matter, co-star Ann Dvorak was also in the Warner Bros. doghouse, in part for going on an unauthorized vacation in 1933.

On the screen, all you see are great talents making a fast moving movie that has a cynical view on life. The storyline involves a cabal of crooked Indian reservation officials who think nothing of robbing Indians of their land and covering up crimes like rape, while Indian Affairs Commissioner Dickinson in Washington, D.C. can only wring his hands until Joe Thunderhorse comes along. In my opinion, I think that director Alan Crosland is responsible for the jaded attitude towards authority you see in this movie. You see that same attitude in Crosland's great "Don Juan," a movie that also moves along at a rapid pace. So, while pabulum like "Mr. Smith Goes To Washington" shows up on TCM ad nauseam, "Massacre" was MIA until this week.

Out of curiosity, I looked up movie posters for "Massacre." One of the posters I found on the Internet has in big block letters the name BARTHELMESS at the top, above a color picture of the actor wearing an Indian headdress and, running across the picture. the title "Massacre" in smaller script type letters. Within the B of Barthelmess, in very small letters, is his first name Richard. From a distance, the poster reads BARTHELMESS in Massacre. A very modern approach, everyone knew who Richard Barthelmess was in 1934, a big star, no need to advertise his first name much. Yet in a few months, after he got his walking papers from Warner Bros., his movie career went downhill fast and now, unlike actors like James Cagney and Betty Davis, almost no one remembers him.

On one of the last TCM Preservation Showcase shows he presented, Roddy McDowell (looking very pale) mentioned before the start of the movie coming on, "Midnight Alibi," that the star was the great Richard Barthelmess. To me, Barthelmess in the early 30s movies I saw him in seemed to be too serious and sometimes too much like a punching bag. That is not the case in "Massacre," where he plays his character consistently as a slick dude who won't let anyone push him around. When Harry Warner tried to cut Barthemess' contract pay in 1933, just as the studio had cut the salaries of the non-union studio workers, Barthelmess did not go along. Warner Bros. issued a press release that Barthelmess had agreed to make three movies a year instead of two for the same yearly salary, but that was window dressing. Once Darryl Zanuck handed in his resignation to protest Warner Bros. reneging on an agreement to restore studio workers' cut salaries to their former level, Barthelmess' career at Warner Bros. was kaput. His last movie at Warners, "Midnight Alibi," directed by Alan Crosland, was only 58 minutes long and looked to be filmed on a shoestring budget with Barthelmess playing out the string.

Thanks to TCM, viewers like me got a chance to see the real Richard Barthelmess in action in "Massacre."

Richard Barthelmess stars as Joe Thunderhorse, a Sioux Indian who has grown up in white schools and is the star of a traveling "Old West" show. He goes back to "the reservation" when he gets a telegram that his father is dying. Once there he runs up against a trio of crooked white men, Dudley Digges as the Indian Agaent, Arthur Hohl as the incompetent doctor, and Sidney Toler as the henchman. He also meets Lydia (Ann Dvorak) who knows the realities of life on the reservation.

The whites treat Joe like any other Indian, but Joe has lived in the white world for 30 years and fights back. After he he convicted of attempted murder in an amazingly crooked court run by Digges, Joe breaks from the reservation and heads to Washington, where the case turns into a national event with a national network of graft and corruption exposed.

This is an highly entertaining film that publicizes the Indians' plight and (as of 1934) lack of civil rights.

Barthelmess is excellent as the crusading Joe. Dvorak is solid as the heroine. Digges, Hohl, and Toler are appropriately slimy. Co-stars include Claire Dodd, Tully Marshall, Clarence Muse, Henry O'Neill, Charles Middleton, and Robert Barrat.

With qualification, except the almost fairy tale ending.

The story in brief is- there is a native Indian, who at young age had moved to "Civilization" , (if one calls it - whenever one says of Civilization, I recall Andrew Sister's song on Civilization, Bongo Bongo Bongo). This child grows up (in whatever one calls it), goes to college, becomes white (except skin of course), and lands up as an entertainer, of the correct skin, the dare-devil horse riding Indian, Chief Joe Thunder-horse.

With his father on death-bed, he visits his home, in a reserve, after more than a decade (13 years to be precise, since the kid sister who was 2, had become 15). There he first hand (and second-hand too) observes the way the facilities, funds and even the lands and properties of the Indians are being squeezed out by the Whites (agent and his cronies, holding all the important portfolios). When his sister is assaulted by one of them, he takes the law in his hand and naturally, the local court puts him behind bar. With help, he escapes and lands up at Capital, and knocks on the door of DA, with help of one of the good Whites, the commissioner of Indian Affairs.

Nothing wrong in the story, it is plausible, as shown. But unfortunately, in real life, with so much corruption and lobby (another name or rather the cause behind the corruption), even with this high-level help, one can't expect to get the case go to this length. There are powers to ensure that it is quickly and silently killed. With media support, may be possible, but that wasn't there much, and when there is a race against race, probably the media in real life too would have been biased (and of course media houses need finance). The senate, Judiciary and the DA office in Washington seemed to be quite white (no touch of grey, which in real life is too implausible, since with due regards these are more grey than not, anyway, they too need the donations).

What touches the chord, and the conscience is, that though it is 1935 movie, it is still as much contemporary as today... the right of the hosts being usurped by the guests - behaving like Plasmodia, Cuscuta, Mistletoe...

It would be unfair to think that the defenseless preys are only human. If one expands the view, this is what is happening at every corner of the world, by the greedy humans, against the natives, the nature (trees and other non-human life) with no defense for them. Replace the Reserve with a Reserve Forest, or a Zoo, and one could see it happening every where. Killing by not taking care of sick, if not killing directly, the 'rape' of nature,.... That is in addition with the racial strife between natives and immigrants, at every corner of the world (where the natives hadn't yet been exterminated).

There is one interesting thing in the movie... Probably since it was Barthelmess, they could get away with that, definitely they won't have, had it been a real Indian. In the very start, the Indian-hero is shown to be in relationship with a white society girl (Claire Dodd). Probably with gender reversed, it would have been palatable, but this? At that age, when even in this age, there are snide remarks? I wonder.