![]() The film is not a sunny one but the suspense is in my opinion rather admirably sustained. Even the title, referring to the mysterious changes in the lighting of the house Bergman and Boyer inhabit has meaning here. Everything in the film-lighting, use of flights of stairs, objects, blocking, gestures, observers, character and dialog contribute to the overall effect. In the difficult role of a Victorian young woman of intelligence, honesty and vulnerability, Oscar winner Ingrid Bergman earns the award by sustaining a sunny and intelligent personality undergoing a series of slowly-revealed and subtle attacks from her husband, who is trying to convince her she is incapable of independent function. These moods he plays very professionally at all points, his timing being not the least of his accomplishments during the film. Charles Boyer has in this film a thankless role, that of a devouring immoralist who has only two possible moods- brief burst of anger needing to be controlled and an exuded charm that must be slightly overdone at times. As the policeman who discerns what is going on that troubles the heroine, played by Ingrid Bergman, Joseph Cotten is dashing, attractive and acceptable as both potential lover and man of action. The minor players such as Dame May Witty as the heroine's neighbor, Tom Stevenson as Wlliams the policeman, Angela Lansbury as the saucy aid, Barbar Everest as the faithful maid Elizabeth, Emil Rmeau as the maestro, Heather Thatcher as Lady Dalroy, Halliwell Hobbes and Edmund Breon and Lawrence Grossman range in ability from good to exceptional. But because of the understatement of its scenes, the lack of large scenes of action and image, and the sheer amount of its meaningful dialog, it is an actor's film. Willis and costumes design by Irene (Sharaff). As produced by Arthur Hornblow Jr., this intelligent but somewhat unsettling drama features understated music by Bronislau Kaper, the fine cinematography of Joseph Ruttenberg, art direction by the great Cedric Gibbons, unusually good set decorations by Edwin B. The screenplay by John Van Druten, Walter Reisch and John Balderston has also been widely admired for retaining the theatrical tension of the original work. Since the work was directed by George Cukor, one expects fine performances, and the film delivers several of these it is in fact unusually well-done in many respects in my judgment. "Gaslight" (1944) was in its time first a play by Patrick Hamilton and next a psychological thriller of great influence. The real movie is in the acting, the characters in their personal wringings out, and in how beautifully it is done. It just undermines the whole premise of a man resolutely devoting his whole devious, murderous life to this one goal. The man's obsession with gems is fair enough, but when we finally get to the attic, after many months of him being there searching for them, it's as if he's up there for the first time, opening drawers with cobwebs on them, scattering through drawers like a thief with five minutes and no more. The plot, alas, is the one weakness here. And the cop, too, is a classic bobby, handsome and cooperative. Yes, the two maids are perfect, including a sassy Angela Lansbury in her first movie role. It's quite an involving experience, and because you are limited to mostly these two characters, you get very intimate with them. ![]() Most of the film occurs in an old, lavishly decorated house, and the lights and camera-work are dreamy, dripping in rim light and shadow, in odd angles and closeups of their faces. The movie is really about their back and forth, with Joseph Cotten making his appearance as a necessary line of safety and hope because we can't stand to see the woman go down without a fight. Boyer is more nuance, and is a perfect match. Cukor gets the most of her excesses, and her nuances. The wife is played with usual high stakes perfection by Ingrid Bergman (between her stunning roles in Casablanca and Spellbound). ![]() So we have Charles Boyer, smarmy, deceptive, and ultimately evil, leading his new wife down a path of mental anguish and, he hopes, madness. As with great Hitchcock, you have a sense of where you going, and you want to stop it. You might find the plot too linear, to predictable overall, to be blown away, but in fact that's partly why the suspense works. Psychological suspense was never more focused, and less distracted, than you'll find in Gaslight however. Gaslight (1944) This is an uncharacteristic film for George Cukor, slipping sideways into Hitchcock turf for this period. ![]()
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