When Griffith told his company that he was going to film the well-known–and old-fashioned–stage play Way Down East, they reportedly all thought he was insane. As Lillian Gish would later recall, “Way Down East was a horse-and-buggy melodrama, familiar on the rural circuit for more than twenty years. As I read the play, I could hardly keep from laughing.”
But something about the story, with its Tess of the d’Urbervilles-inspired telling of the innocent woman seduced by a womanizer, had appealed to Griffith. He usually gets talked about today for his extravaganzas like Intolerance and some potboiler you might’ve heard of called The Birth of a Nation (I once heard that it was racist), but Griffith was perhaps at his best when making smaller, character-based stories and “rural dramas” like True Heart Susie.
Rural dramas in particular, based on the life he had known while growing up on a farm in Kentucky, were made with the kind of affection and heart that’s scarce in his more serious work. Way Down East presented a chance to have a little of everything Griffith liked to film–drama, rural settings, an epic climax, and a character-driven conflict that could tie into a “universal theme.”
The film begins with title cards floridly describing the moral point of the film: “Since the beginning of time man has been polygamous…but the Son of Man gave a new thought, and the world is growing nearer the true ideal. He gave of One Man for One Woman.” The broad language–the capitalized “One Woman,” the Biblical references and such–make it clear that Griffith wants us to think of the film as a kind of Morality Epic, if you will.
Lillian Gish plays Anna, an innocent maiden who lives with her mother in the country. Being down on their luck, the mother decides to send Anna to visit her rich socialite cousins and ask them for financial help.
Her cousins, of course, look askance at the naive and unfashionable Anna, but she catches the eye (make that the ever-roving eye) of Lennox Sanderson, described as “a dashing interloper in Society” who “has three Specialities–ladies–Ladies–and LADIES.”
It doesn’t take long for snakey Sanderson to start pursuing Anna, who is flattered by this gentleman’s oh-so-charming wiles and starts to fall for him. Willing to do anything to have his way with the beautiful girl, Sanderson arranges a mock marriage ceremony and then tells her to keep their union “secret” for awhile.
As you might expect, it doesn’t take long for Sanderson to spill the scandalous beans about the mock marriage to poor Anna and leave to start chasing new skirts…resulting in her being left alone with that one secret that simply can’t stay hidden: pregnancy.
Anna (whose mother passes away rather abruptly offscreen) hides herself away in a small town where she has her child. The baby turn to out to be sickly and dies, and Anna dejectedly wanders until she finds employment as a maid at the idyllic Bartlett farm. There she is able to work for room and board while keeping her past a secret from everyone, even from the handsome young David Bartlett who falls in love with her…
…but of course Sanderson has to show up again, and Anna’s past has to be called into question, and everything leads into a great, thrillingly-shot climax with a real frozen river and a near escape from death. The river sequence is one of the great sequences in film history, keeping you nearly biting your nails with suspense even though you know everything has to end happily.
Gish is, of course, simply luminous, carrying the (long) film with ease. Her Anna progresses from being a sunny innocent to a mature woman gracefully, keeping you rooting for her all the way. Gish was famous for those closeups where you see the emotions coursing through her face, and Way Down East is practically her personal showcase. Consider the scene when Sanderson proposes, and she looks startled that a proposal would be asked of her, but then begins blinking away unconscious giddy tears. Or the scene where she keeps trying to warm her dying baby’s tiny hands with her breath, holding them to her chest. Or the scene where she realizes with wide-eyed horror that Sanderson is an esteemed friend of the Bartlett’s. Or… I could go on.
There are few actors who could’ve played David Bartlett better than young Richard Barthelmess, who can totally pull off the touchy task of being noble, virtuous, and virile all at the same time. The sincerity of his acting and charisma with the camera keep the role from being overly idealistic–which it easily could’ve been. He and Gish have a beautiful chemistry, well-matched in acting styles (as well as looks, because let’s just face it).
And of course Lowell Sherman’svillainous Sanderson is a major highlight of the film. I’m not even going to try describe him better than humorist S.J. Perelman did: “Exquisitely groomed, a trifle flaccid, the epitome of the jaded roue, he moved catlike through the action, stalking his prey, his face a mask of smiling insincerity that occasionally let slip a barbered sneer…They had to spray him with fungicide between takes to keep the mushrooms from forming on him.”
So this is the point where writers would discuss the “Victorian plot” and talk about the “annoying country bumpkin characters” and so forth. Way Down East is, admittedly, the sort of silent that you can’t describe to people without them snickering. It all sounds suspiciously like melodramatic silliness, all too easy to make fun of. Modern critics tend to be hard on it, praising Gish but otherwise lambasting the film for “rickety conventions of 1890s stage melodrama” and “an irritating moralistic Bible flavor” (as I quote).
But believe it or not, reader, these attitudes are precisely the wrong way to judge Way Down East.
Because, you see, the film knew it was being old-fashioned. That was the point of it–to deliberately appeal to people’s nostalgia for the “good old days” and especially to the fondness for rural life that was starting to disappear. It did this by using the framework of a popular, if creaky Victorian play (an extra heaping of nostalgia for audiences back then), while using popular folk tunes in the film score (very praised at the time), and while utilizing the background of Christian moral teaching for its lofty theme (this being when the church was often the center of village community life). You can still criticize the film for these things if you like, but doing so is a little like criticizing a Western for having too many cowboys in it.
“Yeah, well, it’s still Victorian,” a critic might say (“Victorianism” apparently counts as a strike one). But interestingly enough, if we examine Way Down East we can see where Griffith added a few shades of gray to the story–not something that the very clear-cut, “bad is bad and good is good” Victorian plays tended to do. William K. Everson pointed out in his American Silent Cinema:
But for all its superficially melodramatic trimmings, Way Down East is very much an anti-Victorian film. The reformers and the self-righteous are condemned. The god-fearing but bigoted New Englanders are forced to admit that they are wrong. And the callous seducer turns out to be a rather likable villain after all, despite his zealous exploitation of the double moral standards of the day. Indeed, except for a mild trouncing, he gets away scot-free to practice his moral turpitude elsewhere.
This is all not to say that there aren’t faults in Way Down East, of course. Even in its day (and it was a massive hit) critics were quick to both praise and nitpick the work, especially for its slapstick scenes. “…The bucolic comedy is as commonplace and colorless and trivial as any,” Photoplay griped, and Picture-Play Magazine declared that “The comedy is rough and jars in its tremendous contrast with the beautifully done major action.”
But even the harshest critics recognized that a great deal of sincerity and humanity had been added to the popular stage play–something we modern viewers, far removed from a time when the play Way Down East was part of the fabric of popular culture, don’t realize. A thoughtful review by Motion Picture Classic sums up the general feeling at the time:
The sawdust and the wires become flesh and blood when transferred to the screen under Griffith’s hand, the canvas trees and calcium-lights transform to vast sweeps of landscape alive with summer sunshine, and torn paper to a bleak and whirling winter blizzard. “Way Down East” gains vastly upon its transfer from stage to film form, for the director endows his characters with a humanness they never possessed behind the footlights.
Doubtless this desire to breath life into a well-known play was a factor in Griffith’s unusual choice of Way Down East to begin with. But there was another huge factor as well, which in his mind justified the enormous sum of $175,000 he had paid for the rights to Way Down East (twice the entire budget of The Birth of a Nation). This sum was much discussed and exclaimed over in the press, but Griffith remained unruffled. As he explained in an article for Picture-Play Magazine:
While $175,000 is in itself a small fortune…it is the least significant feature in connection with my desire to immortalize this classic of the American stage, to immortalize it in so far as immortality can be established by the motion picture.
As the years pass by, there is a phase of American life that is rapidly disappearing. In but a very few years now we will have passed beyond that most delightful “rural America” which, even to-day, is but a remnant of what it used to be in our grandfather’s time. The passing of “Old Dobbin” and the one-horse shay in favor of the more modern motor car is removing one of the most treasured of American customs. In but a few years there will be no “Way Down East” and “Way Down South,” no deep-tangled wildwood and no old oaken bucket. Instead, we will become quite modernized, and the old log fire will have given place to the electric heater or the old steam radiator. Even to-day the farm hand has about been replaced by machinery, and the milkmaid finds her occupation gone through the introduction of the electrical milking machine, the old oaken bucket has been thrown into the discard, and filtered water runs through modern pipe right into the farmhouse.
Rural life in America is a sacred memory. It should never be forgotten.
For many years I have received innumerable requests for a production that would recreate those “good old days down on the farm.” I believe, in selecting “Way Down East,” I have come upon the most representative story. It will be a work of pleasure and love to place it upon the screen, and for the realization of that opportunity the cost does not matter.
- You can see a faint bit of early Technicolor in the river sequence and possibly in a few other scenes before that, much faded after having been copied to different prints.
- The tall, languid young woman playing “Diana Tremount” was a real-life socialite, Margaret Frances Andrews from Rhode Island.
- Much of the blizzard sequence is (quite obviously) a real blizzard. Small fires had to burn underneath the cameras to keep them from freezing. Real frost began forming on Gish’s eyelashes, which Griffith naturally made sure to capture on film.
- Some of the river sequence was filmed mid-winter at White River Junction in Vermont. The frozen surface of the river was dynamited to create the massive field of floating ice. We see Barthelmess slip and fall more than once.
- Gish decided to trail her hand in the icy water for dramatic effect, and to the end of her life had nerve damage in her hand.
- Other parts of the river sequence were created with wooden “ice floes” and shots of Niagara Falls.
- The mention of the baby being “without a name” is sadly significant. Back then it was common for infants to be unnamed until they had lived for a few months, probably out of some self-protection since the child mortality rate was very high. Census records back then had two categories for mothers to fill out–“number of children born” and “number of children still living.”
- During the baby’s baptism scene, the father of the infant was on hand to watch the filming and reportedly fainted partway through the harrowing scene.
- More than one critic objected to the “adult” nature of some scenes, such as the birth scene and wedding night scene with the bed prominent in the background. “Realism with a capital ‘r’ is unnecessary,” one review stated.
- Bobby Harron, one of the Griffith’s most famous and talented young actors, died of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound at the time of Way Down East‘s premiere. It’s thought that he may have been despondent over being passed over for the Barthelmess role, although this is speculative.
Everson, William K. American Silent Film. New York: De Capo Press, 1998.
Gish, Lillian. The Movies, Mr. Griffith, and Me. San Francisco: Mercury House, 1969.
Perelman, S.J. “I’m Sorry I Made Me Cry.” Originally appeared in The New Yorker (1952).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_Down_East (For quotes from critic reviews)
Well-done and informative piece on what we think of as an old chestnut – Fascinating how Griffith consciously set out to make an old-fashioned film, to recapture and preserve a lost way of life (in which he definitely succeeded). Makes me want to check the film out again.
Sometimes a little context can help us see a film in a whole new light. And with many of these old films, the context is something we modern viewers don’t always expect. Yet another reason why film history is so fascinating! I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.
It’s not at all my kind of film, but this is a great writeup. 🙂
😀 Thank you very much! These types of rural dramas are admittedly one of my “things”, maybe because I grew up in a rural area.
Magnificent writing–thank you for your wonderful thoughts on this film. The Hartford Historical Society (which includes the village of White River Junction) will have a screening of this film on March 21st so I’m happy you wrote about this when you did. I loved the film and found it engrossing, especially its morality play aspect. It’s a film that should be remembered, and your words have helped me appreciate it even more.
Thank you so much for your kind words! Like all timeless works of art, Way Down East is still very effective and moving today. Knowing that it was meant to be a conscious reworking of a play that many considered “old-fashioned” at the time is key to having a deeper appreciation of it, I do declare! (Perhaps the Hartford Historical Society would like to see some of Griffith’s words concerning this film?)
Have a wonderful time at the screening! I’ve never seen it on the big screen, so I’m a little jealous right now! 😉
I’m not sure how big our screen will be, as we are a very small community, but it should be bigger than a large-screen TV. 🙂
I’m reading up as fast as I can on this to write a small article for our newsletter this week, and I’m getting more hooked than ever! I’m so glad I found your blog. If you can direct me to more of what Griffith said about this film I would be most interested. I knew nothing about Griffith before, what an intriguing fellow he was!
Here’s the full article from Picture-Play Magazine, where Griffith described why he paid so much money for the rights to the play: http://archive.org/stream/pictureplaymagaz12unse#page/n267/mode/2up
(Old magazines like these are a lot of fun to look through–you can learn a lot too! We’re very lucky many of them are online now.)
And there’s a couple great books on Griffith if you want to continue finding out more about him: “D.W. Griffith: An American Life” and “D.W. Griffith: Interviews.” I hope this helps! 🙂
Thank you so very much, this is a great help. It’s just incredible that Griffith spent that much on the screen rights–he certainly was confident about what he was doing! And I love this Picture-Play Magazine, what fun. I do appreciate you sending me the link, so kind of you!
I know this an old post, but I feel compelled to write. I rewatched “Way Down East” last night and I just watched “Humoresque” for the first time this morning. (I’m home sick today!)
“Humoresque”, the winner of the first Photoplay Medal Of Honor award, in 1920. Apparently things were pretty much the same in 1920, with the most-deserving picture NOT taking top honors!!!! Other than the beautiful opening childhood section, I found “Humoresque” to be very dated and very run-of-the-mill. And they take issue with “Way Down East” and it’s terrible, horrible, no-good “Victorian-ism”?!!!!!!!!
My favorite line of your piece: “Victorianism” apparently counts as strike one”, ha! Tell me about it! I agreed that the comic relief portions of “Way Down East” aren’t particularly distinguished, but they’re there for a reason: to break up the melodrama (which I have no idea why people find that funny!). That’s about the worse thing I can say about “Way Down East”!
In a year that brought “Way Down East”, “The Penalty”, “The Mark Of Zorro” and “One Week” (and I’m sure many others I’m leaving out, forgetting, or have never seen, or are lost)…I find it hard to believe that they voted “Humoresque” top honors! Perhaps the vote was split over all the others! “Pollyanna”, which gets no respect, is fifty times the film!
There’s a book called “Who The Hell Was In It” by Peter Bogdonavich. The first chapter is about Lillian Gish, and it is spine tingling.
It’s 1959 and the young Bogdonovich is attending a screening of “Way Down East”. It’s not a great print, run too fast, and with inappropriate music. The audience is laughing and chortling throughout the entire film. Finally, the famous ice floes section comes on….and the audience is howling when all of a sudden an angry voice comes over the loudspeaker yelling at the audience, informing them that the scene was filmed at great risk in Mamaronek, that two people were seriously injured and one person drowned. Miss Gish herself suffered permanent nerve damage in her hands as a result of dragging her hand in the freezing water.
That settled the audience down. But the damage was done. When the lights came up, they announced a special surprise guest……Miss Lillian Gish. She had been sitting there in the audience the entire time, listening to them all laugh at the movie, laugh at her, laugh at her amazing performance.
She got up and nobody was laughing anymore. She said something to the effect of “When we made these films, we didn’t do it for the money. And we didn’t do it for the fame. We did it for this……” and at this, she gestured to the screen.
What a lady, what a performance, and what a film. I so wish she could have read what you wrote Lea….so she would know that we’re not laughing anymore, and that someone understood the film exactly as it was intended. (by the way….I still don’t understand: what the heck is so funny about what happens in “Way Down East”???!!!)
Thanks so much for sharing that Peter Bogdonavich story–wow, that really gets me right here. *puts hand on heart* Imagine what Lillian must’ve felt, seeing one of her finest films with her beloved Mr. Griffith being laughed at like that. Sadly, it seems to have taken awhile for audience to realize that these films are NOT antiquated relics from our grandmother’s (great-grandmother’s?) time–they are art. Of course, proper restoration does make a huge difference.
I’m so happy that you think Ms. Gish would’ve enjoyed what I wrote–now that’s a complement!
Oh yeah, the swipes at “Victorianism” that we see everywhere (usually from those who couldn’t define precisely when it was)…glad I’m not the only one who wants to defend the era’s honor! It’s been maligned as “stodgy” or “prudish” for far too long. I would sooner describe it as having “elegance” and “dignity,” myself as well as “full of people who have senses of humor just like we do, darn it.”
Thanks again for sharing, hope you’re feeling less under the weather! I’ll have to break out Humoresque at some point soon…
* Don’t even bother breaking out Humoresque! Other than the first childhood section, I thought it was lousy! “Way Down East” wipes the floor with it!
* You hit it on the head…”elegance and dignity, full of people who have senses of humor, just like we do….” I’m amazed at how contemporary these films feel, the human emotions, and the humor. Especially the humor.
So much of what our ancestors found funny is still very funny today!
I love Way Down East!! It’s one of my favorite silents!!!
It’s a classic! 🙂
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No Rural America In Film Month is complete without Griffith’s 1920 blockbuster! One of my personal favorite silents, WAY DOWN EAST had the daunting task of taking a melodramatic, old-fashioned stage play (the kind many Edwardians made fun of) and turning it into a piece of art that could appeal to anyone. In my opinion, he delivered. Hope you enjoy the review!
Sincerity will go a long way to getting me on the side of a filmmaker.
Last weekend my special needs son was watching Disney’s Once Upon a Wintertime from Melody Time. The musical short features an ice flow scene and I almost teared up thinking about poor Anna.
Once you see Anna out on that frozen river, you never forget it!