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Showing posts with label John Ford. Show all posts

Best Director, 1941

Awards presented February 26, 1942

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John FordHow Green Was My Valley

With this award, Ford became the first director to win two consecutive Oscars, a feat equaled only by Joseph L. Mankiewicz for A Letter to Three Wives and All About Eve, and only the second (the first was Frank Capra) to have won three directing awards. At this point, the war interrupted Ford's Hollywood career. He went to work, with the commission of lieutenant commander in the navy, producing documentaries in support of the war effort, two of which, The Battle of Midway and December 7th, won Oscars. After the war, his work was dismissed by contemporary critics as evidence of a decline in talent, but it's now seen by many critics and film historians as his finest period, including such great Westerns as My Darling Clementine, Fort Apache, and The Searchers, all of which, it now seems shocking to observe, received no Oscar nominations.  

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Orson Welles, Citizen Kane

Of course. Welles was the first person to receive simultaneous nominations as producer, actor, director, and writer. (The only other one is Warren Beatty, who did it twice, for Heaven Can Wait and Reds.)  Dubbed "the boy wonder" by the publicity machine, Welles came to Hollywood after a critically successful theatrical career and a famous stint on radio that included the War of the Worlds broadcast on Halloween 1938 that had much of the nation believing that Martians had landed in New Jersey. Still in his mid-twenties, he was given carte blanche by RKO, a major if troubled studio. But although Citizen Kane is one of the acknowledged cinematic masterpieces, Welles's career turned out to be a case of too much too soon. His battle with William Randolph Hearst, the newspaper magnate on whose life Kane is clearly based, is the stuff of legends, many of which were spun by Welles. He claimed that the negative of his film would have been burned if he had not carried a rosary to a meeting with the chief Hollywood censor, Joseph I. Breen. At a key moment, Welles said, he let the rosary fall from his pocket, giving Breen the impression that Welles was really a nice Catholic boy. It's not quite clear from the anecdote why Breen would have had the power to destroy the negative in any case, but Hearst's desire to see the film destroyed or banned was very real. And Welles's taking on the publisher was seen by many in Hollywood as proof of his arrogance and untrustworthiness. Though his subsequent career is illuminated by flashes of brilliance, nothing ever came together again for him as superbly as Kane did.    

Welles, in a wheelchair because of a broken ankle, directs Dorothy Comingore in the opera scene from Citizen Kane

Best Director, 1940

Awards presented February 27, 1941

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While today's critics find Ford's Oscar-winning work on big studio projects like Grapes of Wrath and How Green Was My Valley less interesting than on the films, particularly the Westerns, on which he exercised more individual control, this one is interesting because of the way Ford's humanistic vision transforms Steinbeck's novel, in which the characters are symbolic vehicles for his ideas about social justice. Ford gives them greater depth, and while this may rob the film of its political edge, it also takes the story out of the context of the Great Depression and gives it universality.

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Howard Hawks, Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell
 on the set of His Girl Friday 
So much has been written about the long neglect of Hawks that there's not much point going into it again here. There are those who think that His Girl Friday is his greatest film, but they are the kind of people who spend their time making lists when they should be watching movies. One reason may be that it became Hawks's most widely seen film because Columbia failed to renew its copyright in 1968, which put it in the public domain, available for multiple transfers to video once the VCR became commercially available. It was added to the National Film Registry of the Library of Congress in 1993. It is, for sure, the greatest version of Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur's Broadway hit The Front Page, which was first filmed in 1931, and was remade by Billy Wilder in 1974 with Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau. But the Hawks version, which turned Hildy Johnson into a woman, shows signs of transcending the original. It was adapted, though not very successfully, into Switching Channels in 1988, with Burt Reynolds and Kathleen Turner in the Grant and Russell roles, with changed names and the action moved to a television studio. Then in 2003 playwright John Guare adapted both The Front Page and His Girl Friday into a stage version, keeping elements of both (including the sex change). It premiered in London and has subsequently crossed the Atlantic for several American productions.  
Rosalind Russell and the gentlemen of the press in His Girl Friday



Best Director, 1935

Awards presented March 5, 1936

The Academy was still accepting write-ins and indicating who placed second and third. Michael Curtiz was not an official nominee, but he placed second in the voting. Henry Hathaway came in third.

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This was the first of Ford's record-setting four Oscar wins -- the others were for How Green Was My Valley, The Grapes of Wrath, and The Quiet Man -- none of which, it might be noted, were for the genre with which Ford is most associated, the Western. He had followed his brother, Francis (who plays Flynn in The Informer), into the movie business in 1913, starting out as a bit player. By 1917 he had moved into directing, turning out endless Westerns during the silent era. 

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Alfred Hitchcock with Madeleine Carroll and Robert Donat on the set of The 39 Steps 
And so it begins, the Academy's long neglect of Hitchcock's achievement. Granted, this was still a British film, made five years before Hitchcock's American debut with Rebecca. But it's not like Americans weren't aware of Hitchcock and his movies. The first version of The Man Who Knew Too Much had also been released in the United States in 1935, and was also on the Academy's reminder list of eligible films. But Steps was Hitchcock's first major film, and it's still as freshly watchable today as it was almost eighty years ago. And it has all the classic twists and tics of a Hitchcock film (including the blond, played by Madeleine Carroll, who comes in for a fair amount of abuse). Ain't hindsight grand?