1 The Embankment at Midnight
Earth had fairer things to show than the view from Westminster Bridge on the night of 24 February 1926. Wordsworth, at the start of the nineteenth century, could imagine the city asleep at dawn as one of natureâs spectacles, silent and still; twentieth-century London, even at midnight, was neither. The brightness in which the scene was steeped came not from any natural source, but from the beams of six massive arc lights, lined up along the parapet and directed toward the Victoria Embankment.
Down by the riverâs edge, a film journalist, on meeting a casting agent, âseverely criticised the unconvincing appearance of the large crowd that had assembled, but was told that they were not professional but the real thing.â1 A. Jympson Harman, film critic of the Evening News, reported that police âwere specially detailed, from midnight until six in the morning, to âkeep a ringâ for the camera, and they even held up the trams while the cables were manipulatedâ for the lights.2 Inside the ring was another crowd, this one of professional extras, and in the middle were actors: one playing a policeman, and one a reporter; one playing a witness, and another a corpse. The fog in which they were all enveloped, at the heart of a city synonymous with the stuff, had to be simulated.
Daily Graphic, 26 February 1926. Reproduced by kind permission of the Syndics of Cambridge University Library.
âNo one could have believed there was such a number of people with nothing to do at 2 a.m.,â wrote Walter Mycroft in the following weekendâs Sunday Herald, âbut the director, Mr. Alfred Hitchcock, who is expected to do big things, was imperturbableâtactful and commanding by turns amid the unexpected crowd.â3 It was the first day of production on the first film Hitchcock would make in England. Later he would recall that âthe thing I wanted above all else was to do a night scene in London, preferably on the Embankment. I wanted to silhouette the mass of Charing Cross Bridge against the sky. I wanted to get away from the (at that time) inevitable shot of Piccadilly Circus with hand-painted lights.â4 As Iris Barry reported in the Daily Mail on the morning of the shoot, he had been âout daily with his camera man in search of coffee-stalls, bits of the Embankment, and street corners for the exterior scenes of this new London murder mystery,â The Lodger.5
Also behind the camera that night, though unmentioned in the press, was Hitchcockâs assistant director, Alma Reville, recently profiled in Picturegoer magazine as a âsuper-woman, whose eye is sharper than an eagleâs,â and the occupant of a âunique position in European films.â6 The article ended with âtwo deadly secrets,â one crypticââshe possesses (but never wears) a pair of horn-rimmed glassesââand one less soââshe has never had time to get married!â Around Christmas 1925, shortly after the article was published, during a rough crossing from Germany, where the pair of them had made two films almost back to back, and side by side, Hitchcock had proposed to her, and she, too seasick to speak, had made âan affirmative gesture.â7
Neither of the two German films, The Pleasure Garden and The Mountain Eagle, had been released when the couple began work on The Lodger, but the first of them had been shown privately to the film critic of the Express newspapers, G. A. Atkinson. âThe technical skill revealed in this film is superior, I think, to that shown in any film yet made by a British producer,â he had written earlier in February.8 âIt is improbable that Mr. Hitchcock chose this hectic story of his own accord,â Atkinson went on, âbut the point is that he has produced it with remarkable power and imaginative resource.â
About the same time, Hitchcock was made the subject of his own Picturegoer profile, three months after his fiancĂ©e, in which âthe worldâs youngest film directorââhe was twenty-sixâwas presented as âthe man who starts on the bottom rung and achieves his aim purely by his own industry and enterprise.â9 At fifteen, wrote Cedric Belfrage, a studio publicist, âhis education at an Art school was suddenly interrupted by the death of his father, and he was left aloneâpractically penniless.â The adolescent Hitchcock had joined an advertising firm as a clerk, Belfrage continued, his hard work ensuring that he was soon âlaying out and writing copy.â Having gained a degree of financial security, he âbegan to take up the old dreams where they had been cut short years beforeâthe old dreams of his old love, the kinema.â At twenty, he won a job writing and designing title-cards in the editorial department of what Belfrage simply called âFamous.â
Product of the merger in 1916 of the Jesse L. Lasky Feature Play Company and Adolph Zukorâs Famous Players, âFamousâ was Famous Players-Lasky, led by Zukor and increasingly known by the name and logo of its distribution arm, Paramount. By either name it was not merely a film studio, but a trust or combine, vertically integrated from where the cameras rolled to where the projectors whirred. Ten years after the merger, in the midst of a great scramble for possession of cinema chains, Paramount and a handful of rivals, chief among them Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, dominated the screens of the United States, and their ambitions did not end at the three-mile limit.
Famous Players-Lasky had opened a studio at Poole Street, on the border of Hoxton and Islington, in 1920, partly to be close, as Lasky said at the time, to âfamous British authorsâ and âfamous British playersâ from the West End stage, and to film British stories âin their original settings.â10 Less conveniently, the studio was also, as one British trade paper pointed out, ânot only well within the London fog-belt, but on the very banks of a canal.â11 Hitchcock would describe himself as American trained, and Belfrage pictured him seizing the opportunity âto stay down at the studio often for hours after his own work was finished for the day, to make himself familiar with the essentials of scenario writing and art direction,â but the apprenticeship was brief. In February 1922, just months after perfecting the plantâs fog-suppression apparatus, the Americans shipped out. Behind their decision was the realization that a film studio need not be anywhere in particular. In 1913, when Laskyâs âdirector-generalâ Cecil B. DeMille arrived in Hollywood, still âbowered in orange and pepper trees,â to shoot the longest film yet made there, he worked in the open air.12 But in the month FP-Lâs London unit came home, less than a decade later, Lasky could write that âLos Angelesâ sunshine is no longer a necessity; indeed many of our pictures in Hollywood are made entirely inside the Lasky studio by artificial light.â13
Los Angeles had become the center of world film production in the interim, and if its sunshine was no longer a necessity, it was certainly no deterrent. The novice screenwriter Herman Mankiewicz, in California for the first time in February 1926, wrote to his wife, Sara, that it was âdelightful beyond belief with its tropical vegetation and its mad, colored, pretty bungalows.â14 Londonâor Roman, or Russianâlandmarks could be recreated on the Lasky lot, which by 1926 was spread over two city blocks bordered by Sunset Boulevard and Vine Street, now major thoroughfares in a Hollywood that had lost the scent of citrus. Writers more famous than Mankiewicz were prepared to come to it. Famous players, whether from the West End or Broadway, could be brought out too, but nor were they strictly a necessity. Rudolph Valentino, whose latest film The Eagle was playing all over London on the night of 24 February, had no such pedigree. And Hollywood was already attracting established talent from EuropeâErnst Lubitsch at Warner Brothers, Mauritz Stiller and Victor Sjöström at MGM. February 1926 saw the premiere of the first American film of their compatriot Greta Garbo, Torrent.
Though Paramount had abandoned its London studio, it had not abandoned London. On the morning of the 24th, journalists were shown around its new West End âshop window,â the two-thousand-seat Plaza cinema, within sight of Piccadilly Circus on Lower Regent Street. At the press lunch afterward, held in the Kit-Cat Club beneath the Capitol cinema, in nearby Haymarket, J. C. Graham, Paramountâs London chief, tried to impress upon his audience the venueâs Britishness. But as part of a chain that ran, in the evocative phrase of Paramountâs historian, âfrom Vienna to San Francisco,â the Plaza was inescapably an emblem of the American cinemaâs global supremacy.15 Its foyer, reported the Star that evening, was filled with âhandsome antique Italian furniture,â while its ceiling conjured up âmemories of decorations in the Palace of Versailles and the Louvre.â16 The construction of this ostentatious gallimaufry had been overseen by Al Kaufman, Zukorâs brother-in-law and fixer since their days in the Chicago fur trade. Twenty years earlier, in the mid-1900s, Kaufman had managed Zukorâs first nickelodeon on Union Square, in the middle of immigrant Manhattan, and was on good terms with the neighborhoodâs gangsters. Now he aimed to entice the carriage trade.
It was a development that Hitchcock regarded with ambivalence. When François Truffaut, in their famous interview, made his notorious remark on the âincompatibility between the terms âcinemaâ and âBritain,â â Hitchcockâs reply went into the question of cinemaâs changing status in the 1920s.17 Whereas films had once been âheld in contempt by the intellectuals,â and âNo well-bred English person would be seen going into a cinema,â he recalled, in the mid-1920s the tide began to turn.18 The Plaza provided his example. âThe management set up four rows of seats in the mezzanine which were very expensive, and they called that section âMillionairesâ Row.â â Indeed, as the Star reported, its 7s, 6d seats were âso spaciously arranged that the wearer of a crinoline skirt could move comfortably between the rows.â Readers of the New Yorker learned that âthe most stirring event of the month is the appearance in The Times of an editorial on the opening of Londonâs new movie cathedral, the Plaza. What the editorial said is beside the point.â19
Poole Street, Britainâs best-equipped studio, had not lain fallow in the four years since the Americansâ departure, but had been leased, along with its complement of American-trained technicians, to a variety of British producers, most consistently Michael Balcon, who had been quick to notice Hitchcockâs promise and ambition. At twenty-three, as Belfrage recounted, Hitchcock was âscenarist, art director and general assistantâ to Balconâs chief director Graham Cutts, with Reville as second assistant and editor. Gainsborough Pictures, as their company was known from 1924, had done well to survive. British production was at a low ebb: of the 283 films offered for distributionââtrade-shownââin the first half of 1926, 226 were American, 20 German, and 19 British; and those 19 had a slim chance of being seen widely or in the better and more profitable cinemas.20 Many firms had gone under or were dormant.
Gainsborough, however, was flush with the success of Cuttsâs The Rat, which had opened in London in December 1925, then nationally in February 1926, and was still playing on the 24th. Its star and coauthor was Ivor Novello, a player who had become famous as a songwriter during the Great War, and was supposedly drawn into the film world after the director Louis Mercanton saw his photograph. Having tried and failed to establish a serious stage career, Novello and his friend Constance Collierâlater to appear in Ropeâhad come up with The Rat, a âgood old-fashioned melodrama,â in his words, of the Parisian underworld.21 Heedless of the criticsâ chortles, an audience of predominantly female film fans had flooded into theatreland to see it. Cuttsâs adaptation had needed the insurance policy of an American costar, Mae Marsh.
At the end of January 1926, Iris Barry reported in the Daily Mail that although âtempting offers of film work have recently been made to this actor by American film companies, in whose eyes he is the âLatin Loverâ type so popular on the screen,â Novello had instead signed a contract with Gainsborough, the first fruit of which would be The Lodger.22 It would not occupy all his energies. On the night of 24 February, a West End theatergoer could have chosen between two future Hitchcock films, The Farmerâs Wife at the Court or Sean OâCaseyâs Juno and the Paycock at the Royalty, a small theater in Soho; or gone to see Noel Cowardâs Hay Fever, Tallulah Bankhead in Scotch Mist, a revival of J. M. Barrieâs Mary Ros...