Their Own Desire

Clunky, episodic early talkie is a good example of the rough edges that film went through in the transition from silence to sound. Most of the performers were silent stars and are obviously still adjusting their performing style to the different requirement of the microphone. Norma, who was inexplicably nominated for an Oscar for this overly emphatic performance, is best in her speechless moments. Robert Montgomery, one of the few actors not moving from silence to sound but still new to films is awkward and fond of practically being on top of the other person in his scenes. To be fair this might have been a requirement of the new technology, and it is better than talking into a flower pot, but he seems more reliant on it than the other actors. He would improve vastly within a short period of time but here comes across as a callow youth. The great silent star Belle Bennett, rather preposterously cast as Norma's mother since they were only eleven years apart in age, is effective though some of her gestures also hark back to a more silent form of pantomime.

The movie overall works best in those passages where dialog isn't required. There is a lovely dancing scene that flows far more smoothly than any other in the film. In another sign of one era giving way to another many of the scenes are introduced via title cards and rather than an easy flow to the film it has a choppy episodic feel.

I watched and enjoyed this old first of the talkies. I it always cool for me to think of what life must have been prior to the depression and all of todays discoveries and new way of life. My mother was born in 1921, so I think of her life then. She would have been eight years old at this time. The cars , the actors, the dress is very nice and wonderfully done. I watch quite a lot of these old movies of this era, most were still silent at this point. This must have been one of the first of the 'talkies'. Just think what it was like to have no TV but to basically go to the movies for all you watched including news reals. It must've been great living in these days.

Their Own Desire is quite a melodrama, so be sure to strap on your 1929 goggles securely before watching it. You've got to keep in mind that talkies were new, otherwise you'll never get past the overacting. Women will cover their mouths, wide-eyed, as they exclaim, "What shall I do?" There are no title cards, but there might as well be.

Norma Shearer stars as a daughter caught in the middle of her parents' divorce. Her father, Lewis Stone, has left her mother, Belle Bennett, for another woman: Helene Millard. Belle is distraught and attempts suicide, and Norma takes her side. It's very hard on her, since she and her dad used to be bosom buddies. While recuperating, Norma meets a handsome young man, Robert Montgomery, and falls in love. Just as they become engaged, they find out who each other's parents are. Bob is Helene's son!

I never used to like Norma Shearer. I couldn't see her talent and often cringed while watching her overact. Then I saw her in Marie Antoinette, and everything changed. Most early silver screen movies will fall into two categories: movies about men and movies about women. In the movies about women, most of the plots revolve around fallen women, tramps, prostitutes, or women forced into easy virtue against their will. It's easy to understand why their roles were limited; back in the day, many women didn't work, and since the main goal was to make a respectable marriage, the worst thing that could happen to her-and therefore the juiciest plot for a movie script-would be if she took to the streets and lost her decency. Norma Shearer didn't make those movies. She made regular old dramas, and when she put on the tears, you really felt it. She was nominated for an Academy Award for Their Own Desire, and I understand why. Check her out in this movie, Strange Interlude or Marie Antoinette to see her really shine-and she doesn't take to the streets!

I rate this movie highly not because it's all that great but because it's a fascinating piece of movie history. There are no seamless edits - the end of one take often doesn't match up with the beginning of the next. Scriptwise, more is implied than said. In one conversation, Norma Shearer is clearly about to say the word "mistress", but bites her lip and spits out the name of her father's paramour instead. Yet fifteen minutes later she's standing in a slip while brushing her hair, and her nipples are clearly outlined through the fabric. Shocking, I tell you! My favorite scene was the dance sequence, which features a wonderful, haunting piece of music called "Blue Is The Night" by Fred Fisher.

Overall this movie was interesting as an exercise in contrast and comparison with modern films. There are better films from that era - there were probably better films made that week - but I didn't mind spending 65 minutes with these people. I was duly entertained.

The movie has a somewhat overheated, strained quality to it, much like a soap opera and is primarily of interest for Norma Shearer's performance, which received a nomination for Best Actress for the 1929-30 Academy Awards, which she lost to herself, winning instead for her performance in The Divorcee, a better role in a much better film. Ms. Shearer was THE actress at the time and did quite well for many years. A good movie that could have been better and largely a curio now.