In a suspense story such as a murder mystery, the
storyteller has choices – a limited set of choices, to be sure, but we must
always be conscious that there are choices – of how to tell the tale. She can reveal the murderer and the
circumstances of the killing in advance (as for example in the Columbo mysteries); she can reveal these
facts as they are discovered by the detective.
Put another way, the narrator – that is to say, the camera (for if the
author of the film is the director, the narrator is essentially the camera) –
can be essentially omniscient, or present the story from the viewpoint of the
characters, usually the protagonist.
Typically, a Hitchcock film uses the latter approach. Thus we the audience unravel the mystery
along with the hero. A central feature
of Hitchcock’s films is usually the discovery of a vital piece of information –
the solution of the mystery, or some significant plot twist. At the same time as the protagonist is
working to discover this information, he is also looking to rescue himself from
a dire situation. The climax of the
film, then, is in fact made up of two separate but related climaxes: a climax
of knowledge, and a climax of drama.
Alternatively, we can label these – if we are not put off by the
religious overtones – revelation and salvation. Again speaking on a general level, a
Hitchcock film tends to revolve
around the working out of these two interlocking elements. It is therefore surprising, then – given that
Hitchcock is rightly regarded as a master of suspense, and a supremely talented
director – that the climax of the film and its resolution are so often a
structural flaw in his films: the climax (or climaxes) comes too early, there
is a disjunction between the salvation and revelation, the resolution is not
weighty enough to be an effective release of the tension built for most of the
film. The audience is (or, at least I
am) so often left unsatisfied by the final result. Why should this be the case?
It may be worth starting with one of Hitchcock’s bigger
failures, Shadow of a Doubt (1943). This film is a failure on a variety of
levels: the acting (perhaps especially of Teresa Wright as Young Charlie); the
dialogue (even recognizing that Hitchcock’s films are generally unbelievable to
some extent, the dialogue here is particularly unrealistic). But beyond these problems, it is one of
Hitchcock’s least suspenseful works: the audience knows almost from the
beginning that Joseph Cotten’s character Charlie is in fact the Merry Widow
Murderer; the only suspense is whether this fact will be revealed before he
manages to murder his namesake young Charlie.
And, given that Hitchcock’s films (especially in the years around World
War II) trafficked greatly in a black-and-white worldview, it is not surprising
that the answer is yes.
A similar problem occurs in Suspicion (1941). Here, the
audience spends most of the film suspecting that Johnnie (Cary Grant) is a
murderer and is now plotting to kill his wife Lina (Joan Fontaine). The film constantly sets us up for this
resolution; and this is effected not only by the plot but by Hitchcock’s
directorial decisions. Most famously
(and successfully), we see this in the scene with the glass of milk: Johnnie
brings Lina a glass of milk at bedtime.
The scene comes shortly after a discussion of poison. And in the scene itself, the camera focuses
for an extended time on the glass – as if to confirm our suspicions.
But, at the film’s climax (immediately before its end), we
suddenly discover that Johnnie is not in fact a killer. The novel on which the film was based did
indeed have Johnnie murder his wife, and Hitchcock has stated that he intended
to follow this part of the novel’s plot but was overruled by the studio; changing
the outcome leaves a major plot twist for the very end of the film. It thereby escapes the lack of climax of Shadow of a Doubt. The authorial decision to have Cary Grant’s
character be innocent also means that the clues and hints left for so much of
the film are in retrospect to be understood as products of Lina’s mind (the
fact that this is not evident at the time leads of course to the
suspense). The story is told from her
point of view. Even the scene with the
milk glass, which begins with a focus on the glass as Johnnie brings it up the
stairs – that is, before Lina has even seen it – is still seen,
psychologically, from Lina’s viewpoint.
While the suspense of the film is thus quite effective, and
the resolution pleasantly surprising (especially when compared with the lack of
suspense in Shadow of a Doubt), the
resolution is ineffective in another sense.
Coming at the last moment, suddenly all is set right: the dark gives way
to light, the foreboding music is gone, and Johnnie and Lina are
reconciled. The suspicion that eroded
their relationship is barely a problem.
The turn to sweetness is both abrupt and jarring given the tone of the
film up to that point – and therefore is ultimately unconvincing.
Shadow of a Doubt
and Suspicion, however, are two of
Hitchcock’s lesser efforts. Having seen
the negative effect of the problem of climax and resolution in these films, it will
be all the more significant when we consider two films that – beyond this
single but unignorable flaw – would be considered major triumphs: Notorious (1946) and Strangers on a Train (1951).
In Notorious, the
moment of revelation comes when Alexander Sebastian (Claude Rains) discovers
that his wife Alicia (Ingrid Bergman) is an American spy. This is part of a wonderfully paced,
suspenseful party scene that climaxes when Sebastian discovers an out-of-place
wine bottle on a shelf in the wine cellar, in a section where he is secretly
storing uranium ore in bottles. The
sense of danger increases throughout the party as we expect a showdown at the
wine cellar between Sebastian, his wife, and her contact/lover Devlin (Cary
Grant), but it is achieved unexpectedly Sebastian scans from one bottle to the
next, until he finds one with the wrong year.
We have been told nothing of the significance of the years (this has
been withheld from the audience as it has been from the heroes Alicia and
Devlin; it is essential to the plot as they mistakenly replace a broken bottle
with another from the wrong year).
Instead we learn the significance as the camera scans – from Sebastian’s
viewpoint – from one label to the next.
But, while the scene itself is brilliantly executed, this
climax of knowledge is problematic within the larger structure of the
film. For one thing, it comes well
before the film’s ending, meaning that revelation and salvation have been
effectively delinked – compare Rebecca
(1940), where the moment of revelation, when Maxim de Winter’s (Laurence
Olivier) second wife (Joan Fontaine) learns that he hated the first wife under
whose shadow she’s been living, also comes far too early. Beyond this, though, the revelation is not
one for the hero but for the antagonist.
This twist, this authorial decision, is unusual for a Hitchcock film, in
some respects allowing for a freedom of exploration of different possibilities
in suspense. Unlike many of his other
films, Notorious is not (solely)
presented from the viewpoint of the hero, but from an omniscient viewpoint – or
one that switches between protagonist and antagonist. The withholding of knowledge from both is key
not only to the climactic scene (remember that the significance of the bottle
labels is withheld not only from the heroes but from us as well) but to the
film as a whole. Devlin and Alicia are
trying to learn the nature of Sebastian’s plot; Sebastian is trying to learn
the nature of his wife’s relationship with Devlin, which leads to his
uncovering their espionage. The
following scenes involve further effective playing with the selective release
of knowledge: Sebastian and his overbearing mother plan how to deal with
Alicia, with his mother hinting that they should find a way to make her
sick. We then switch to the scene of
Alicia’s poisoning. Again this is
achieved without informing the audience in words, but – similar to Suspicion – by keeping the camera
trained throughout the scene on a beverage (this time, not a milk glass but a
teacup). But of course, unlike Suspicion the camera’s focus reflects
the viewpoint not of the heroine but of the antagonist; Alicia does not yet
know the significance of the cup of tea.
The salvation, then, is the deliverance of Alicia from
Sebastian. But how is this
achieved? By Devlin’s visiting her and
simply walking her out of Sebastian’s house.
This is an entirely unsatisfying conclusion, not nearly an effective
enough counterweight to the prior buildup of suspense and danger. We are told that Sebastian cannot stop them
and risk having the mistake of his being married to an American spy revealed to
his conspirators – who are currently in the house – as they may decide to
dispatch him as they did another conspirator for a sloppy mistake earlier in
the film. But Sebastian is put in a
similar spot, as the film silently suggests, by having Devlin take Alicia away
in front of them. Unfortunately,
Hitchcock was not able to find a resolution sufficiently effective for a film
that had been such a success on so many levels up that point.
A similar problem plagues Strangers on a Train. For
most of the film, Hitchcock keeps up the especially creepy mood of the opening,
when Guy (Farley Granger) and Bruno (Robert Walker) meet on a train and discuss the possibility of each committing a
murder for the other: Guy’s wife and Bruno’s father. The discussion is disturbing, but does not
seem to be real, or at least not to Guy.
But then Guy’s wife is mysteriously killed, and Bruno reappears,
expecting Guy to live up to his end of the bargain. Throughout, Hitchcock maintains and even
intensifies the disturbing feel – until the very end, when the mood suddenly
changes. At that point, salvation comes
(in part) from an unlikely, and previously unseen, old man who manages to stop
a moving carousel and help save Guy. The
sudden change in mood is reminiscent of Suspicion,
except that here it becomes not lightness but absurdity. This absurdity highlights the old man’s role
as deus ex machina to rescue the
hero, who had been otherwise trapped by the structure of the film.
The one Hitchcock film I’ve seen that avoids this plot weakness
is The 39 Steps (1935). Along with The Lady Vanishes (1938), it was a major achievement of Hitchcock’s
first peak, in Britain in the 1930s. It
introduces a characteristic Hitchcockian hero: the wrongly accused man (Richard
Hannay, played by Robert Donat) who attempts to prove his innocence. At the same time, also in typical Hitchcock
fashion, the wrongly accused man crosses paths with a mysterious group of spies. Through these two related scenarios,
Hitchcock links the climax of knowledge and climax of action – the revelation
and salvation – in a combined climax that comes almost at the end of the film. At this point, British military secrets are
about to be taken out of the country, and Hannay knows this, but has no idea
how it will happen. He goes to a music
hall – as he did at the beginning of the film – and hears the same tune repeated
from the beginning. Hannay has whistled
this tune periodically through the film as it was stuck in his head; more than
a device to bring a sort of unity to the film, it also served to foreshadow the
climactic moment itself. Hannay realizes
that Mr. Memory, on stage now as at the beginning, is at the center of the
plot: he memorized the military plans and is being taken out of the
country. But, just at this moment of
realization, Hannay has been spotted by police and is being taken away. It is now, with an extraordinary sense of
urgency, Hannay shouts out the famous question “What are The 39 Steps?” Having continually built the suspense up to
nearly the final moment, Hitchcock now provides a sudden, dramatic release: Mr.
Memory’s answer reveals the existence of this international spy ring, the
group’s leader shoots Memory, and the police foil the plot. Here, unlike in any other film I have
discussed, the effective linking of revelation and salvation near the very end
of the film provide an ultimately satisfying conclusion.
In many respects, The
39 Steps was effectively a dry run for the much later American-made, and
much more famous, North by Northwest
(1959). Not only do we have the
archetypal heroic wrong man accused of a crime and caught up in a web of
international espionage; we have a pivotal scene on a train, where the wrongly
accused hero is both traveling to find information (revelation) and to escape
his pursuers (salvation), and salvation is provided (willingly or not) by a
woman who becomes the hero’s romantic interest.
North by Northwest, of course,
has the bigger budget, the bigger stars (notably, Cary Grant again), and its
share of memorable lines and scenes – “That plane’s dusting crops where there
ain’t no crops”; the hero and female lead dangling from the heads of Mount
Rushmore – but in terms of climax and resolution it is to my mind ultimately
inferior to its forerunner. Revelation
has already come, and so the final scene, while exciting, involves merely the
drama of salvation.
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