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Paul Muni campaigns for justice in The Life of Emile Zola |
Emile Zole (Paul Muni) is of course one of the most famous
French authors. But he was also at least as famous for his campaigning and presence
as he was for his volumes and volumes of best sellers. The film follows Zola,
for its first forty minutes or so, from poverty-stricken writer, struggling to
make ends meet in the draughty hovel he shares with similar future-genius
Cezanne, to success (although in real life by the time he wrote Nana,
the book that makes him a sensation here, he was already hugely famous). Zola becomes
increasingly aimless. What worlds are there left to be conquered? That all
changes when Lucie (Gale Sondergaard) the wife of army officer Alfred Dreyfus
(Joseph Schildkraut) asks for his help to save his life from unjust
imprisonment and exile on Devil’s Island. Because the army are convinced
Dreyfus is a spy – and won’t let inconvenient things like evidence that someone
else did it get in the way.
The film is called The Life of Emile Zola but really
it might as well have been called The Dreyfus Affair. This infamous
miscarriage of justice drives the entire second half of the movie – with Zola
himself disappearing from focus for stretches as the film covers the
conspiracies that led to Dreyfuss spending the best part of a decade imprisoned
for something he didn’t do. What seems strange today is that the film makes no
mention of the most famous angle of the case: Dreyfus was almost solely
suspected because he was Jewish, and the case became one of the most infamous antisemitic
persecutions in history. But the studio heads – Jewish themselves and nervous
of being accused of making a film that criticised Nazi Germany – removed all
reference to Dreyfus’ Jewishness from the script. It’s a curious omission, but
by and large doesn’t affect the film’s final impact.
Dieterle’s movie is also one of the first courtroom dramas.
A large chunk of the final third is given over to Zola’s trial for libel (after
his famous J’Accuse article, denouncing the army’s persecution of
Dreyfus). In a crowded courtroom, the film carefully follows the intricacies of
the court case, from calling to witnesses to final speeches (all fairly
accurate, even if Zola is given a larger role with a final speech). As in the
trial itself, the blatant unfairness (witnesses shouted down, defence questions
vetoed, evidence withheld and even invented) is hammered home with shocking
regularity. Donald Crisp does fine work as the liberal lawyer, hamstrung by a
crooked system.
The Dreyfus affair element is really what makes the film
come to life. The French army officers are almost to a man a group of corrupt
bullies, who have pre-decided the outcome of their investigation and are
determined that every single element of it should support that decision. By
contrast Joseph Schildkraut (winning an Oscar that feels more for Dreyfus than
him, delivering an effective if rather one-note performance) is the soul of
decency and nobility as a Dreyfus who is at first bewildered then fighting a
manful struggle against despair. Even better is Gale Sondergaard, who gets an
ahistorical impassioned speech to win Zola to the cause and carries a core of quiet
anger under her shock.
The Dreyfus Affair was the struggle of Zola’s life,
the crusade that would win him a place in history, perhaps even more than his
books. It’s also the sort of campaigning material that gives rich rewards to
actors. Paul Muni seizes the opportunity. The film was shot in reverse so Muni
would need to spend less and less time in make-up as shooting went on: the
old-age make-up and wigs are very effective, matched by Muni’s physicality and
voice which subtly changes as the character ages.
Muni is an actor who seized any chance for a bit of
grandstanding. The film gives him its best one with a five-minute monologue closing
the trial, during which Zola argues with passionate but quiet reasonableness
that Dreyfus is an innocent victim. It’s even more effective since Dieterle has
kept Muni silently off-centre for much of the court case. Muni sometimes carries
the whiff of stagey ham, but in several moments he brings both a charming cheek
and strong morality to Zola. It’s a very strong performance from one of the
leading actors of the 1930s.
The film itself is also a good mixture of the twee and the compelling.
Most of the Dreyfuss material falls into the latter category. It’s the early
days of Zola that falls into twee: Zola scrippling ideas, bantering with
Cezanne on the purpose of art, playfully mining prostitute Nana for the
material he will make into a hit book. There is a nice foreshadowing through
the film with Zola’s obsession with blocking draughts – an obsession that will
later cost him his life to a misfunctioning heater.
It’s a well directed film. Dieterle mixes in nice touches of
humour (a husband and wife using subterfuge to disguise from each other that
they are both buying Nana) and also effective details that speak of
Dreyfus’ isolation (the letter that has been redacated into nothingness, the
effective transition of several years at Devil’s Island that stresses how
little has changed, Dreyfus’ giddy joy when finally allowed to walk unheeded in
and out of his prison cell).
The Life of Emile Zola looks today like a surprising winner
of Best Picture. But the patterns for both courtroom drama and many
biographical dramas were laid down here. By the end, as the survivors pay
tribute to Zola with high-blown speeches, the audience should be convinced that
this was a man deserving of being honoured by a whole movie. It’s setting of a
template copied many times over can make it look a little twee today, but its’
still well done, with some powerful flashes of effective film-making and great acting.
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