Nomads of the North

...from director David Hartford. In a remote forest community named Fort O'God, the local company boss Duncan McDougall (Melbourne MacDowell) rules with an iron fist. His sleazeball son Bucky (Francis McDonald) has the hots for Nanette (Betty Blythe) who is apparently the only girl of marrying age in the area. She rebuffs Bucky's advances, though, just as she turns down a marriage proposal from nice-guy Mountie Mike O'Connor (Lewis Stone), because her heart belongs to long-missing trapper Raoul Challoner (Lon Chaney). When Bucky convinces Nanette that Raoul is dead, she agrees to marry him, but Raoul, along with his pet dog and pet bear, shows up in time to stop the wedding. This eventually leads to violence, and Raoul and Nanette head out into the vast Canadian wilderness to live as fugitives. O'Connor is assigned to track them down and arrest them.

Part of this plays as overwrought melodrama, other parts as outdoor nature comedy, with long passages of Chaney's pets cavorting in the woods. Some of the pets' shenanigans would give the modern day ASPCA palpitations, but no overt animal cruelty is shown. Chaney gets to play a normal, romantic leading man, which is odd, and also a bit boring. Stone is square-jawed, and already sports all-white hair. I'm sure the outdoor footage was a treat for viewers at the time.

This movie shouldn't be looked at for any redeeming social value or higher meaning. It's a rip-roaring melodrama that makes you cheer the good guys and boo the bad guys. Chaney overacts horribly (but deliciously) as Challoner and Stone is suitably stoic as the Mountie forced to track Chaney down. Macdonald is the man who tries to steal Blythe's virtue. It looks like they had a lot of fun making this one. They just don't make movies like this anymore: they either make the lampoon too obvious or take themselves too damned seriously.

No matter how much we adore early cinema, how many silent films we watch, or how many modern films that lovingly depict productions of the silent era, it never ceases to amaze how very different the medium was one hundred years ago. Even as many filmmakers were innovating, developing new techniques and technology, there's no mistaking the relative simplicity with which scenes were orchestrated and shot, and with which narratives were constructed, and how stark the disparity between contemporary approaches to acting and those that would come to take over heading toward and following the advent of the talkie. None of this is any reflection on a given title's quality, though I can understand how some modern viewers may have a harder time engaging with such works. All this is to say that as 'Nomads of the north' begins it shows itself to bear all the hallmarks of a period long past - yet for those who are open to the style, it's also readily endearing, and very well made. More than that, though, over the course of these 100 minutes the whole increasingly builds strength in every capacity, impressing more and more. I might stop short of saying it wholly demands viewership, but I'm pleased to say this holds up very well, and in my opinion stands taller than a lot of other flicks of its time.

Even early in the length I'm struck by how carefully and artistically the picture was crafted. The camera may be fairly static, yet between David Hartford's direction and Walter L. Griffin's cinematography we're treated to smart, fetching shot composition that in and of itself is aesthetically pleasing - some small moments are plainly beautiful - and each shot and scene is executed with a creative panache that spiritedly promotes the drama therein. In turn any particular concern for the camerawork or framing is ameliorated as Hartford and Griffin more than make up for any relative shortcoming. To much the same point, much of the silent era was characterized by acting of exaggerated facial expressions and body language, a method ported over from the stage that served to compensate for the lack of verbal dialogue and sound; only in bits and pieces, and with some resistance, did a more nuanced, natural method develop over time, which in due course would become the norm in the sound era. In this 1920 feature I think the players somewhat split the difference: the performances are maybe not perfectly fluid and organic, yet are surely marked with more subtlety and sobriety than we often saw in other pieces of the time. As a result the underlying emotions, and the gravity of the characters, the portrayals, and the scenario in which they are all swept up, are more impactful and absorbing. Again, 'Nomads of the north' may not be a total revelation, but in my mind it easily towers over no few of its contemporaries.

This isn't to say that the movie is free of valid criticism. Producers and filmmakers didn't always pause for consideration of animal rights, animal labor, and humane treatment, and among other non-human participants, I have nagging doubts about how a prominent dog and bear cub were handled, and the situations into which they were placed. Such matters do not severely diminish the otherwise value here, but I think there's an unfortunate asterisk to be placed beside the film's name, no differently than those silent westerns in which "Wonder Horses" often performed dangerous stunts. Still, with this firmly in mind, in pretty much every other way this picture is such a great treasure. The filming locations are truly gorgeous, and for as much of a presence as the wild landscapes have here - a clear effort to foster an appreciation for the natural world - one is somewhat reminded of the works of Swedish master Victor Sjöström, such as 'Terje Vigen' and 'The outlaw and his wife,' in which the very surrounding environs seemed to take on life of their own and become another full-bodied character. The sets, costume design, and hair and makeup are all marvelously rich with fine detail, and the crew who operated behind the scenes deserve much love for their contributions. This is to say nothing of those stunts and effects that were employed: from miniatures, lighting, and environmental effects, to fights, to a major sequence in the back end that accordingly put the stars at very real risk of injury, everything herein looks terrific in helping to give shape to the tableau.

All this brings us to the plot, which also reminds to some degree of Sjöström's oeuvre as the wilderness plays so significant a part. The tale is comparatively straightforward and uninvolved, and particularly seems so at the outset. Just as is true of other elements, though, the saga becomes ever more engrossing as the length advances, with some especially dark beats and ideas amidst a bounty of substantial emotions and robust drama. I'm not familiar with James Oliver Curwood's novel, but in adapting it he and filmmaker Hartford whipped up a fantastic screenplay with vibrant scene writing, strong characters, and an overall story that bears hefty airs of adventure amidst the human entanglements. If in the beginning I was a tad nonplussed, well before the ending rolls around I was wholly enraptured by the narrative on hand; the feature is ultimately far more superb than first meets the eye. And as if anything else here weren't roundly excellent, I really am pleased with just how good the cast is. The "Man of a Thousand Faces,' Lon Chaney, today stands as the single recognizable actor, but everyone here is equally splendid. Among others, Betty Blythe, Francis McDonald, and Lewis Stone absolutely leave their mark on the proceedings alongside Chaney, embodying their characters with such earnestness and emotional depth that shoulder much of the vitality herein, and are just as critical to the title's success as anything else.

All told this may stop short of striking as deeply as some other silent classics, with perhaps a smidgen less thought applied than would be ideal toward allowing the power of the drama to achieve its full potential. The pacing and tone are ever so slightly variable, and to a marginal extent 'Nomads of the north' leans toward vibes of adventure rather than latch onto the tumult of feelings at the core of the saga. Frankly, though, this is nitpicking; a fraction of lag here, a kernel of abruptness there - even the issue of animal handling doesn't meaningfully detract at all from the magnificence of what this otherwise represents. In whatever measure the movie is imperfect, or isn't as absolutely stellar as other works of the time, for the level on which this operates the distinction is meaningless. I assumed when I sat to watch I'd enjoy it, but ultimately this handily exceeds my expectations, and I'm a little taken aback that it's not more visible and well-known among its silent brethren. I, for one, could hardly be happier with just how good 'Nomads of the north' is; it may not be a pure must-see, but it would be a mistake to pass this up, and I'm glad to give it my very high and hearty recommendation!

Lon Chaney, the "Man of a Thousand Faces," has but one face in this tepidly plotted melodrama about Raoul Challoner away from the woman he is to marry as she is being cruelly coerced into marriage by the landlord's son - seeing her aging and deathly father has not paid anything for the last two years. Add to the mix Lewis Stone, a Canadian Mountie who loves Nanette but she loves Raoul. Such is the premise behind Nomads of the North, and while not a wholly unsatisfying story - it is a certainly incredible one. Too much is asked of the audience to believe. Nonetheless, the timing and pace of the film oozes energy. Some of the cutesy moments with the bear and dog were entertaining(though does grow old quickly). Chaney wildly overacts and gives none of his customary pathos to this earlier role. He is pretty one-dimensional to be quite frank. Stone fairs much better actually having some range, and the female lead Betty Blythe is credible. There are some terrific action scenes culminating with the raging(real) fire in the woods that did indeed give Chaney, Blythe, and Stone real burns and landing them in the hospital for weeks. Those were the days of film-making when lives were deemed cheaply in order to make a good film. Nomads of the North is certainly not a great film but definitely is an entertaining film. Most people tracking it down today are doing so to be Chaney completists(guilty as charged) and would/should find this one of his most lackluster, weak portrayals.

Lon Chaney stars as the handsome hero in this one (was The Penalty the film that started him down the path of playing villains and monsters?). A fur trapper who was stuck up in northern Canada for a year longer than he had planned, he returns home, some 300 miles south, to find his fiancée (Betty Blythe) about to marry the villainous son (Melbourne MacDowell) of the man who runs the town. Chaney gets into a fight and kills a man, but escapes with the girl. A while later, MacDowell finds the couple settled in the wilderness and enlists an honorable Mountie (Lewis Stone, who would go on to co-star in Grand Hotel) to bring Chaney to justice. It's a pretty standard melodrama from this period, but it's entertaining. The forest fire climax is quite well done. There's a lot of emphasis on Chaney's pets, a dog and a bear. Near the beginning, they get separated from their master (tethered together - you expect them to die horribly), and even have dialogue with each other. It almost turns into a silent Homeward Bound for a while!