Filming styles and techniques may have changed in the (as I write this) 75 years since this Victor Fleming directed (very loose) adaption of RL Stevenson’s famous story was released; the soft-focus, dough eyed matinee melodrama with clipped accents and chirpy cockneys may now seem something from a bygone age – but, good grief, what a timeless cast.
Three acting legends head the list. Spencer Tracy uses only a modest amount of make-up to transform him from opinionated but kindly Dr Jekyll into snarling, crouching Mr Hyde. Lana Turner steals every scene she is in as the cheeky but enraptured Beatrix, his fiancé. And Ingrid Bergman (originally cast as Beatrix, but happy to play a role that gave her a break from her ‘goody two shoes’ roles) is a compellingly intense presence as rough Ivy, the passionate but mannered strumpet who appeals to Jekyll’s baser instincts. With such a mighty trio, any other cast members might have been drowned out, but the supporting players are every bit as effective as they can be in MGM’s lavish adaption of a story still in the minds of the audience in the form of 1935’s extravaganza which earned Fredric March an Oscar in the pivotal role.
Hyde’s hold over Ivy happens a little too quickly, her chirpy demeanour replaced by un-questioning compliance occurs almost from one scene to the next. It is also surprising she doesn’t note the similarity between Jekyll and Hyde – so much so that she comes to Jekyll to seek treatment for the wounds inflicted on her by his alter-ego (although her performance allows her a few subtle double-takes which indicate she may suspect a similarity). Rather than casually take his frustrations out on anyone who got in his way, in this version Hyde focusses his loathing mainly on Ivy in a way that reminds me of the 1944’s ‘Gaslight’, also starring Bergman, in which a woman’s spirit is almost completely crushed by a vindictive ‘control freak.’
This is a lively, lavish production that doesn’t feel the need to stay too faithful to the original source material which was seemingly overshadowed by the monumental 1935 production. Once out of the shadow, it can be appreciated for merits all its own.
This is more a remake of Rouben Mamoulian's definitive 1931 version than a new interpretation of RL Stevenson's story. It keeps the same characters and narrative. And there are a few positives; it is a lavish MGM production with some of their top ranked stars. But it is sabotaged by one crucial factor.
And that's the implementation in 1934 of the Production Code, which strips out everything interesting from the Paramount classic. Victor Fleming gives us a longer film which is far less complex. This time, the duality is good and evil rather than the id and the ego. It's a Christian reading which omits all the hypocrisy of Victorian morality.
It sidelines the horror to give us a weirdly soporific melodrama. The transformation scenes are fair, but again, inferior to '31. Spencer Tracy is miscast in either role: he elicits no pity as Jekyll or menace as Hyde. Lana Turner deserves sympathy for a part which asks absolutely nothing, except to be decorative.
Only Ingrid Bergman brings any passion in a hyper-emotional performance as the courtesan brutalised by Hyde. She squeezes a little drama out of her sanitised exchanges with Tracy. The support cast is unusually irritating, especially Jekyll's obsequious butler! Stevenson's premise is immortal but it only just survives Hollywood censorship.