{"id":655,"date":"2004-04-29T10:53:19","date_gmt":"2004-04-29T17:53:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp\/2004\/04\/take_a_letter\/"},"modified":"2004-04-29T10:53:19","modified_gmt":"2004-04-29T17:53:19","slug":"take_a_letter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/2004\/04\/take_a_letter.html","title":{"rendered":"TAKE A LETTER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><P>I see that fellow ArtsJournal blogger <A\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/aboutlastnight\/archives20040425.shtml#77106\"><B><EM><F\nONT color=#003399>Terry Teachout<\/FONT><\/EM><\/B><\/A><EM><FONT color=#003399><br \/>\n<\/FONT><\/EM>&#8220;watched the first part of &#8216;The Letter,&#8217; William Wyler&#8217;s 1940 film version of<br \/>\nSomerset Maugham&#8217;s short story.&#8221; He offers faint praise: &#8220;It&#8217;s not bad, and Bette Davis (of whom<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not usually a fan) was quite good, but I&#8217;d rather read Maugham than watch him, so I switched<br \/>\noff after Davis spilled the beans to her stiff-uppah-lip lawyer.&#8221; Even if I weren&#8217;t Wyler&#8217;s<br \/>\nbiographer, I would feel obliged to come to the film&#8217;s defense. It&#8217;s better than &#8220;not bad,&#8221; Terry. As<br \/>\nI wrote in <A\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/tg\/detail\/-\/030680798X\/ref=lpr_g_1\/104-0800471-98\n44706?v=glance&#038;s=books\"><B><FONT color=#003399><EM>&#8220;A Talent for<br \/>\nTrouble&#8221;<\/EM><\/FONT><\/B><\/A>:<\/P><br \/>\n<BLOCKQUOTE>The picture gets off to a breathtaking start with a long opening sequence. It is<br \/>\na calm tropical night. Light from a full moon floods the plantation. The camera moves steadily,<br \/>\npanning through the trees and over the sleeping natives in their hammocks, then through their<br \/>\ncrowded bunks. The air is thick with humidity. The silence builds. The shadowed darkness<br \/>\nmenaces. A sudden shot rings out, frightening a bird from its perch. A man stumbles down the<br \/>\nfront stairs of the main house. A woman follows. She fires a pistol into his limp body until she has<br \/>\nno bullets left.<\/BLOCKQUOTE><br \/>\n<P>Wyler said he wanted to show everything in a single camera move, and this two-minute,<br \/>\nunedited shot was regarded in its time as one of the most admired artistic feats in Hollywood<br \/>\nmovies. It remains so. &#8220;Without a spoken word or a single cut,&#8221; as I wrote, it &#8220;establishes the<br \/>\nmood, the scenario and the main character.&#8221; What&#8217;s more &#8220;Wyler created the entire sequence out<br \/>\nof his imagination from little more than a single sentence in the screenplay.&#8221;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Howard Koch, who wrote the screenplay, &#8220;marveled at Wyler&#8217;s instinct for staging.&#8221; He<br \/>\nespecially admired &#8220;the precocious mix of film noir effects and straightforward melodrama not just<br \/>\nbecause of nuances that illuminated character and established subtext but because of symbolic<br \/>\ndetails that enlarged the drama.&#8221; In &#8220;The Letter&#8221; Wyler had a field day &#8220;exploring murder and<br \/>\nsexual infidelity, erotic tension and psychological suspense, class snobbery and racial<br \/>\nhypocrisy.&#8221;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Enough said.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I see that fellow ArtsJournal blogger Terry Teachout &#8220;watched the first part of &#8216;The Letter,&#8217; William Wyler&#8217;s 1940 film version of Somerset Maugham&#8217;s short story.&#8221; He offers faint praise: &#8220;It&#8217;s not bad, and Bette Davis (of whom I&#8217;m not usually a fan) was quite good, but I&#8217;d rather read Maugham than watch him, so I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-655","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pbvgEs-az","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=655"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=655"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=655"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=655"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}