La dame à scandale

This tinny early talkie version of Frederick Lonsdale's 'The High Road' is fun to start with but eventually outstays it's welcome as the leads blather on passionlessly and at great length about love.

Director Sidney Franklin is plainly concentrating on the performances rather than the camera (in the process actually getting a decent performance out of Frederick Kerr), and Basil Rathbone starts to show what he would be capable of when his film career kicked off in earnest shortly afterwards.

I watched this film, Lady of Scandal, because I had never seen Ruth Chatterton in a film, and I'm very glad I saw it. There was very witty dialogue, some funny scenes, and some tender moments peppered throughout this movie, which was based on a play. The beginning was a riot, as Chatterton, while performing on stage, dances herself over to the wings and hands her fiancée a letter from his family. "Your family is horrid!" she exclaims while doing her high kicks. The dialogue between Chatterton's prospective parents-in-law is especially funny.

It's fascinating to see Basil Rathbone in his pre-Sherlock Holmes days. He was Margaret Mitchell's idea of Rhett Butler, she told a reporter, and it's perhaps a little bit easier to see why in these early films. But it's obvious that when Mitchell wrote her famous book, she envisioned her characters somewhat differently and from another perspective. Rathbone could have been a dashing southern gentleman but the ruggedness and sexiness would have been lost.

Chatterton was a charming performer with a wide range, as exhibited in this film. She could do the theatrical diva, as well as comedy and pathos. I look forward to seeing more of her films.

There were quite a few interest points regarding 'The High Road', or 'The Lady of Scandal' in other places. It was an early talkie, back when the transition from silents to talkies was still being made and in early days and back when talkies were very much in their infancy. It was directed by Sidney Franklin, director of great films such as the sublime 'Smilin Through' with Norma Shearer. It also starred Ruth Chatterton, who should be better known today, and the great Basil Rathbone.

Sadly, 'The High Road' could have been a lot better. There are certainly far worse talkies back in the very early period that the film was made, but also a lot better (for instance 'Applause' was an early sound film and was quite innovative on a technical level, and it was great) during this period. Chatterton and Rathbone actually come off quite well compared to everything else, though both did a lot better, but by Franklin standards in overall film and directing it was a near-misfire.

Chatterton has a very natural and charming presence, and while she clearly has fun she has poignant moments too. Rathbone gives one of his better early talkie performance, charming and authoritative, though he did go on to do better in 'Anna Karenina', 'The Adventures of Robin Hood' and his Sherlock Holmes films. Frederick Kerr is a scene stealer and gives the funniest performance.

It looks pretty good and doesn't look too primitive, the photography doesn't try to be too clever but it also doesn't feel claustrophobic. The musical scene is good, nice song and well staged. There are some amusing moments and some of the tender ones are touching.

However, too much of 'The High Road' doesn't work. Most of the supporting cast overplay, all the silent film mannerisms present but exaggerated to the maximum, and Ralph Forbes is pretty dull in his role. There is too little to the characters to get one to care for them. Franklin's direction is disappointingly leaden and there is just no vitality to it.

Likewise there is no vitality in the too talky, too flowery and very stilted script. That has comedy that too often is sorely lacking in wit and the moments intended to be tender tend to be too sentimental. The story never comes to life, staying throughout at a cripplingly dull pace, and the whole film feels very stagy and old-fashioned, even by 1930 standards.

Overall, watchable but a long way from great or even good. 5/10

Some amusing barbs at the British upper crust and it's always nice to spend time with Ms. Chatterton but too much of this movie suffers from the unintended irony of its being as stiff and dull as the people it's satirizing.

Interesting drawing room comedy from Frederick Lonsdale (On Approval) casts Ruth Chatterton as a stage star engaged to dull Ralph Forbes. It's announced in the papers that they are to marry so he brings her home to meet the relatives who are outraged at having an actress invade their stuffy manor house.

Forbes' father (Herbert Bunston) decides that he will allow it if she quits the stage and stays engaged for 6 months. Three weeks later she cannot abide the oaf and has fallen for Basil Rathbone. She's also brought LIFE into the house in the forms of music, tennis, and "gullet washers" (cocktails).

Chatterton was a charming actress of early talkies and is best remembered as a silly wife in the wonderful Dodsworth. She's terrific here and opens and closes the film with a song-and-dance stage number. Rathbone is OK as the love interest. Others in the cast include Nance O'Neill, Effie Ellsler, Cyril Chadwick, Mackenzie Ward, the oddly named Moon Carroll, Edgar Norton (butler again), Robert Bolder as Chatterton's father, and Frederick Kerr, who steals the film as the old crab who discovers the joys of gullet washers.

The immense set is quite good as is the writing. As with most of Lonsdale's plays, there is a serious undertone. But Chatterton is always very good, and the rapport between Kerr and O'Neill is hilarious. Forbes may well have been the most boring actor in films.