A Cinematographic GREAT With A Hitchcockian TWIST!
Black Narcissus (1947) ~ Deborah Kerr, Jean Simmons
Based on the popular 1939 novel by Rumer Godden, Black Narcissus is scripted by Powell’s longtime collaborator Emeric Pressburger. The story follows the attempts by five Anglican nuns to establish an order in a remote, faded palace set in Mopu, at the base of the Himalayas. The sisters are quickly overwhelmed by the privations of this place. The palace locale is so breathtakingly beautiful and sensual that it's just a matter of time before earthly desires begin to creep up on the sisters. A local government agent, Mr. Dean (David Farrar) creates sarcastic sometimes comedic interactions but in a likable, rugged, outdoorsy kinda way. He frequently walks around flaunting his manly charms, wearing hastily buttoned shirts and shorts. Each of the sisters decend into turmoil while being forced to combat their own inner demons. Newly assigned as Sister Superior, Sister Clodagh (Deborah Kerr), takes her role too literally; Sister Philippa (Flora Robson), a gardener, begins to lose her grip on reality, planting flowers instead of desperately needed vegetables and fruit while Sister Honey (Jenny Laird) invokes the wrath of the locals by administering medicine to a sick baby, whose death though inevitable, is attributed to her. Most problematic is Sister Ruth (Kathleen Byron). Sister Ruth, already unstable on arrival to the palace, begins to abuse the natives as she tries to deal with her growing jealousy of her sister superior and unbridaled lust for Mr. Dean. Byron’s commanding presence indeed dominates the film as she gradually but perceptibly unravels in its dreamy setting. One of her most intense scenes is also one of the simplest: Sister Ruth applying lipstick. This prosaic event, shot in
choker close-up and color that seems to vibrate off the screen, powerfully signifies her final parting with her pious life and in fact the end of the nuns’ tenure. Powell is at his most imaginative in the scenes with this dynamic psycho. He lingers on close-ups of her face, one of the most beautiful and evocative in classic British cinema, tracking her descent into madness, with at time, uncomfortably close shots of her eyes. Her maniacal movements and crazed visage give Black Narcissus the feel of a horror film as she races wraithlike through the dark, wind-whipped rooms of the palace, or when she appears suddenly in a room. Attentive viewers will note the film’s resemblance to another quasi-horror classic, Vertigo, in the crazed climactic fight between Sister Ruth and Sister Clodagh at the bell. Visual purists will find much to delight the eye in Black Narcissus. In the Painting with Light documentary, cinematographer Jack Cardiff (who won an Oscar for his work on the film) lists Vermeer, Rembrandt, and Van Gogh as influences. The first shot of the film could almost be excised and convincingly offered as a newly discovered Vermeer. Watching this movie was like being washed "in color". It has the feeling of being immersed in a dreamworld and is aided immeasurably by Peter Ellenshaw’s superb matte paintings of the valleys and vistas of an imaginary Himalayas. Equally challenging is the film’s melding of music and movement. This is most ambitious in the climactic musical sequence written by Brian Easdale. Some viewers may find themselves more annoyed than moved by the haunted-house operatic chorus that arises throughout this sequence to accompany Ruth on her lethal trek. While the imagery here remains
unforgettable — Kathleen Byron’s sudden appearance as a violent lunatic, framed in a dark doorway, is genuinely chilling. We recommend this movie to those who appreciate great cinematography. In this capacity, the movie is a rare jewel. If you are looking for an engrosing story-line, this is not the movie for you. We give this movie (**) 2-Star Rating, but recommend it for the cinematography.
