Sa majesté est de sortie

Every serious director seems to have one frivolous gem of a comedy in him. Bergman had Smiles of a Summer Night. Hitchcock had Mr. and Mrs. Smith. This is von Sternberg's. The sometimes starchy "Miss Grace Moore" is relaxed and charming. Kriesler's tunes are as buoyant and sleek as the decor. Rich and sweet as a Viennese pastry and total escapism -- if one can forget the sad fate of the real-life Cissy who was mistreated by husband and mother-in-law and eventually assassinated. Another Hollywood deviation: Cissy was noted for her gorgeous hip-length black hair. Moore has short blonde curls. Oh, well, forget such petty details and let's have another delicious, delirious waltz.

I've always liked Grace Moore in movies, though I'm not quite sure why. She wasn't the greatest singer, and she had some annoying vocal mannerisms. But she certainly sang with enthusiasm, and that is probably what I've enjoyed about her film appearances.

Sometimes, as in her first success, One Night of Love, the singing was spirited but her delivery of dialog often stilted. That's not the case in this movie. She really comes across most often as very comfortable and natural, qualities that her co-star, Franchot Tone, had in spades. That, I think, is what makes this movie work for me. They are very good in their scenes together, very believable.

What remains a problem for me is the musical aspect of this movie. Others have complained that the songs aren't memorable. For me some are, like The Old Refrain, others not. But the big problem, for me, is that all the musical numbers, with the exception of one march, are vocal solos for Moore. (The march is sung by a men's chorus with Moore singing over them.) Because none of the other characters ever join in the singing, the musical numbers seem isolated from the rest of the picture, and it comes off less as a musical than as a romantic comedy with inserted songs. If you contrast it with a Jeannette MacDonald/Nelson Eddy or Maurice Chevalier picture from the same era, you see the difference.

The plot, as Viennese operettas go, isn't bad. The supporting actors are all good, though I agree that a little of Herman Bing goes a long way, and there is more than a little of him here.

All in all, an agreeable romantic comedy, with inserted songs that don't do anything to advance the story and could, indeed, be cut out without any loss in most cases.

I am reminded of the cry of my toddler nephew when witnessing a minor mishap, a plaintive beatific "oh no!", often with his little finger raised aloft; I am reminded of this when examining this film's reputation on the IMDb, and sadly, it appears to have been seen by few people. This is not typical von Sternberg heroin, and I can only think that the few people who have seen it here were expecting such. The soul of the film is much more to do with Ernst Lubitsch. I think it does very well on that level, it's a saucy comedy. One thing that is typical of von Sternberg however, is that the movie has dream absurdity. The clan of Habsburg blue-bloods on display here have more in common with the Munsters than with any sort of historical reality.

The film is mostly a farce. The Empress Mother of the Austro-Hungarian Empire decides to marry her son Emperor Franz Josef (played with elegance by Franchot Tone) off to a relative, the princess Helena, who is a pretty little drip, seemingly permanently anaesthetised. Her sister Sissi wishes to save her from this fate and henpecks her curmudgeonly father Maximilian, Duke of Bavaria, out of the door to intercede on Helena's behalf to stop the arranged marriage.

You would not guess given the absurdly low rating of this film that it a bona fide rib-tickler. Uncredited Raymond Brown as the innkeeper of The Golden Ox is simply hilarious. Just watch him try to catch his own whistle. One thing that I like to see in a comedy is misplaced hysteria, the innkeeper's hilarious rasping, lisping, and stuttering, when he gets out of control and confused are a glory, similarly the chief of the secret police, who really appears to be afraid of his own shadow, will have you rolling on the floor as he flinches and twitches.

Sissi and Franz Josef's lovemaking is the backbone of the movie and is amusing and constantly carefree, and even raunchy (given the times).

I enjoyed seeing the corps de ballet in this film, practising in a hall, Sternberg's play of light and dark attempting to give Degas a run for his money in terms of ballet studies. There seemed almost no reason for the scene, but I'm not complaining.

This is not one of the great movies, but it is something I specifically chose as Christmas fare par excellence, and I chose well.

Grace Moore stars as a feisty younger daughter of the eccentric Duke of Bavaria (Walter Connolly) whose oldest daughter is off to Vienna to marry the Emperor (Franchot Tone). Moore follows along, masquerading as a dressmaker. The arranged royal marriage when Tone spies Moore and is smitten. The masquerade continues in a merry mix-up until the finale.

Moore is good here, light and comic, but the songs are all rather bland. Tone is handsome as the Emperor, and Connolly steals the show as the beer-guzzling duke. Co-stars include the wonderful Herman Bing as proprietor of the inn, Elisabeth Risdon as the Empress, Nana Bryant as the mother, Frieda Inescort as Helena, Victor Jory as Palfi, Eve Southern as the fortune teller, and Johnny Arthur as the inept chief of police. Others include Thurston Hall, Raymond Walburn, Al Shean, E.E. Clive, William Hopper, and George Hassell.

Moore had a hit-or-miss 9-film career in the 30s, She flopped badly in her 1930 debut in A LADY'S MORALS but had a big hit and an Oscar nomination for ONE NIGHT OF LOVE in 1934.

And yes, Broadway Superstar Gwen Verdon made her film debut here as a ballerina. She was 11 years old.

A really unique opportunity to watch a Sternberg musical comedy: the style is very much in the Lubitsch mold (the two directors were basically rivals on the Paramount lot, though this was actually made at Columbia) – but the former shows little interest in the plot complications and innuendos which are more or less mandated by this type of sophisticated light fare! Leading man Franchot Tone was not the obvious choice for the genre either, yet he acquits himself quite well under the circumstances. Incidentally, this is one of 3 films I own – but actually the first I have watched – that were designed as vehicles for operetta star Grace Moore (her billing preceded here with the epithet "Miss"); while she handles the romantic comedy angle adequately enough, ironically, the numerous songs she is made to deliver prove utterly forgettable (and the sound bafflingly fades in and out during each one of them)!

Anyway, the plot involves a royal marriage within the same family(!), except that the girl concerned (who has never met her husband-to-be) is in love with someone else (who happens to be the adjutant of her intended, atypically played by Victor Jory)! The heroine is one of her sisters who decides to take action to thwart their domineering mother's plans – little did she know, however, that she would fall for the Emperor herself (before whom she appears as a commoner!) and that he repays the sentiment (interestingly, she is both berated by her sister for wanting to usurp the title and, before her identity is properly established, imprisoned for compromising the nuptials!). Other interested parties are Moore's father Walter Connolly (who similarly does not flaunt his rank and is also very fond of beer), typically befuddled Colonel Raymond Walburn, Major Thurston Hall (given to exaggerated facial expressions), Chief Of The Secret Police Johnny Arthur (his face was vaguely familiar until I realized he had been the hero of the Roland West/Lon Chaney 'old dark house' spoof THE MONSTER [1925]!) and, most hilariously, flustered hotelier Herman Bing (especially by way of his vocal inflection and the assorted guttural sounds he emanates).

In the end, even if the director's uneasiness with the material is palpable throughout (reportedly, he even asked for it not to be included in retrospectives of his work!), this is good-looking (one expects no less from a Sternberg picture, and the Ruritanian setting is certainly congenial to his pictorial sense) and surprisingly enjoyable. For the record, the copy I viewed was culled from an old TV broadcast complete with stops for publicity spots!