It is hard not to find yourself immersed in the theatrical world of Ewald Andre Dupont’s Piccadilly. Indeed as early on as the opening scene the audience is bombarded with upbeat music, electric signs, flashing lights, and busy streets filled with flowing traffic and hurrying bodies. Piccadilly is presented as an illuminated, spectacular location, in which we found ourselves - like the bodies on the screen – immediately drawn to.
Interestingly, Dupont decided to have his opening credits amongst the action of this opening scene. That is, rather than have the opening credits roll in the traditional sense (before the film begins), Dupont presents them as advertisements, literally lighting up and flashing as part of this theatrical space. Such a technique immediately foregrounds how the ‘reality’ of the film becomes blended with the theatrical world of the film when watching Piccadilly.
The fight scene between Victor and Valentine further illustrates this notion. Mixed with the use of music and exaggerated movements, the fight between the two men begins to resemble a kind of stylized dance rather than a spontaneous, uncontrollable fight over the affections of a woman. Even the way the scene fades out - much like a spot light - gave me the sense that these characters were performing; that the stage of the nightclub was blurred with the ‘stage’ of the actual film.
Moreover, because the fight is not vicious or bloodthirsty, it becomes almost humorous to watch, and thus more obviously artificial. I also found it no coincidence that as this fight scene played out, I drew comparisons to the dance between Victor and Mabel from the previous scene.
Did anybody else make this comparison?
The characterization of Mabel is also interesting to discuss in this regard. Given her over-the-top costume and movements throughout the film – both on and off the nightclub’s stage - Mabel becomes a figure, even an allegory, of the non-naturalistic nature of theatre, and upon closer analysis, a representation of how the theatrical world and the film’s reality constantly blend in Piccadilly.
Even her persona in the film becomes blurred with her theatrical persona. More precisely, both on and off the club's stage, Mabel sparks no emotions and holds no charisma; indeed like her lover Valentine, the audience of the club forgets her after the introduction of Shosho.
What’s interesting is that like the audience in Piccadilly’s club, I also began to forget Mabel. She began to appear pale, almost invisible, in comparison to Shosho.
Which causes me to pose the question: Does our world also begin to blend in with the films, or perhaps more specifically, do we begin to blend in with the audience of the Piccadilly nightclub?
Which leads me to Anna May Wong’s character, Shosho, who in complete contrast to Mabel represents the organic, charismatic, and mesmerizing quality of Piccadilly. Indeed Shosho not only moves the club’s audience, but when off the club's stage, moves men and women alike. Clearly Dupont, once again, representing a blending of worlds.
Dupont purposefully represents Shosho as different; she is dressed differently, moves and dances differently, and most noticeably of course, is of a different ethnicity. It is because of this difference that Shosho becomes such a literal stand out to watch. Indeed we become, like the women and men in the scullery, mesmerized by her. I got so whisked away by her performance – on and off the nightclub's stage – I had almost forgotten the film was silent and that the dialogue was represented by broken inter-titles. Techniques, I believe were used by Dupont for precisely this reason.
Clearly Piccadilly is a film where worlds are blurred, not only do the characters find themselves constantly performing, and thus confused in the theatrical space of the film, but with the introduction of Shosho, we too found ourselves absorbed.
Which leads me to wonder what the film would be like without the introduction of Shosho, would we still be like the audience of the club, mesmerized, and as captivated by Dupont’s Piccadilly?
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The blending of reality and theatrics, particularly in the instances you've mentioned, was fascinating. Somehow, it reminded me of the children's show Power Rangers, in the combination of silence and over-action.
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ReplyDeleteI too started to 'phase' out mabel, as i watched the film. As a viewer i think we are almost conditioned to do this, by the cinematic techniques employed by the director. When we have images of Mabel they are often quick, screened, or disembodied shots. When we see Shosho, the camera movement is slow and focussed. I think in this instance we begin to blend in with the audience of the piccadilly nightclub...as we too begin to be transfixed on this oriental 'other'
:) rashmi
The blurring between reality and fantasy is very apparent in Piccadilly, as you've mentioned. There is a part of our society in which films become part of our every day life, as do television shows and music. Sometimes I find myself so engrossed with a film or a show that I forget where I am. Some people may think that this type of entrancement is dangerous, but if you're that involved with an art form, I would say that the artist has done something right. They've forced you to leave your own world and immerse yourself in a completely different atmosphere.
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