In the 1932 Night World, there is an opening montage of night-life naughtiness wherein a shot of a young boy in prayer appears.  If the boy is praying for the adults who frequent Happy’s Nightclub, they need it.  Trouble, like depravity, rises in this spellbinding sphere; there is talk of hardship (Tim the doorman’s wife is in the hospital) and, later, more than talk.  A fellow named Michael Rand (Lew Ayres) is getting drunk after the murder of his father, and he himself is almost murdered (!), for all the comfort he receives from Mae Clark‘s friendly dancer.

In large measure it is blackly realistic if dramatically lean.  Richard Schayer did the screenplay, not at all flubbing the dialogue; and the appropriate direction is by Hobart Henley.  As usual with early ’30s American flicks, though, an antiquated song and dance number gets performed, something Scorsese never had to put up with.

In the 1932 Night World, there is an opening montage of night-life naughtiness wherein a shot of a young boy in prayer appears.  If the boy is praying for the adults who frequent Happy’s Nightclub, they need it.  Trouble, like depravity, rises in this spellbinding sphere; there is talk of hardship (Tim the doorman’s wife is in the hospital) and, later, more than talk.  A fellow named Michael Rand (Lew Ayres) is getting drunk after the murder of his father, and he himself is almost murdered (!), for all the comfort he receives from Mae Clark‘s friendly dancer.

In large measure it is blackly realistic if dramatically lean.  Richard Schayer did the screenplay, not at all flubbing the dialogue; and the appropriate direction is by Hobart Henley.  As usual with early ’30s American flicks, though, an antiquated song and dance number gets performed, something Scorsese never had to put up with.

A melodrama of pain, disaster and love, D.W. Griffith‘s Way Down East (1920), a silent film, is an energetic attack on snobbery and hardheartedness.

Lillian Gish is quietly sensitive and moving as a country girl tricked into a false marriage by a wealthy womanizer, a caricature successfully played by Lowell Sherman.  Griffith wonderfully cinematized a 19th century play by Lottie Blair Parker, with tragic moments involving the Gish character and humorous moments involving minor folks, not Gish, such as Seth and (repelling) Martha, with their farcical faces.  The film has no epic scope, but it is a staggering production all the same.

A melodrama of pain, disaster and love, D.W. Griffith‘s Way Down East (1920), a silent film, is an energetic attack on snobbery and hardheartedness.

Lillian Gish is quietly sensitive and moving as a country girl tricked into a false marriage by a wealthy womanizer, a caricature successfully played by Lowell Sherman.  Griffith wonderfully cinematized a 19th century play by Lottie Blair Parker, with tragic moments involving the Gish character and humorous moments involving minor folks, not Gish, such as Seth and (repelling) Martha, with their farcical faces.  The film has no epic scope, but it is a staggering production all the same.

A deaf married couple, Peter and Nita, resist the idea of providing their deaf little girl, Heather, with the cochlear implant she asks for.  To Peter’s brother Chris and his wife Mari, both of whom can hear but who also have a deaf child, this is a form of abuse.  They intend their baby son to receive an implant regardless of opposition from Mari’s deaf parents (that’s right:  Mari has nonhearing parents AND a nonhearing son).  The reason for Peter’s and Nita’s reluctance is that they don’t want Heather to miss out on the “deaf culture,” erected by the deaf community, they patently prize.  Eventually Heather is affected enough by her parents’ opposition to say she doesn’t want the implant after all.

There are a lot of charming children in this documentary by Josh Aronson—titled Sound and Fury (2000)—but charming children is not what it’s about.  It is about the fear of new technology, in this case fear issuing from those who have perforce understood deafness, not hearing, all their lives.  Yet now they encounter something that may make deafness for the next generation extinct.  Presumably it is also about selfishness, not to say possessiveness toward not only deaf culture but deafness as well.  Sound and Fury is a revealing film.  Aronson has a great subject—families and cochlear implants—about which he is a neutral observer.  Nor does he use a narrator.  Anyone interested at all in this New Millennium development and controversy ought to view this well-done, theatrically released documentary.  You won’t find it uninvolving.

Postscript.  Heather now has a cochlear implant.

Cover of Sound and Fury