Posts tagged ‘Abraham Lincoln’

A History Lesson By Way of Franklin Pierce, Stephen A. Douglas and Abraham Lincoln’s Really Great, Awesomely Bad Hair

So, there’s this obsession with the 16th president of the United States that I’ve had pretty much all my life. It hit me, all of a sudden, early in the 7th grade when for no reason at all I found myself crying because I was assigned to cover Franklin Pierce for our presidential reports instead of Lincoln. Our teacher assigned the presidents in alphabetical order and my surname came just two letters shy of “L”. And so the fate of Mr. Lincoln’s five page double-spaced, Times New Roman report was destined for a classmate who, bless his heart, was under the impression that every sentence ought to begin with a pronoun. (And, judging by his Facebook profile, this still appears to be the case. Not that I stalk old classmates on Facebook. Ever.)
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1939 Blogathon: Young Mr. Lincoln

Henry Fonda as Abraham Lincoln. An extraordinarily natural tranformation.

I will be perfectly frank: the first time I saw John Ford’s Young Mr. Lincoln it was purely an excuse to ogle at Henry Fonda. I was 12 years old, a painfully awkward 12 years old, and in 1994 a 12 year old girl was meant to have posters of Tom Cruise or Johnny Depp (actually one should still have posters of Johnny Depp) and not an actor who’d passed long before you were even born.

But oh how I pined for Henry Fonda and the old movie channel (American Movie Classics when it was still really American Movie Classics) aired quite a lot of him that summer. Up to that point he’d been purely eye-candy– Henry Fonda that tall, dark, stately hottie who’d landed flat on his puss in The Lady Eve.

But when I sat down and watched Young Mr. Lincoln that first time, the ogle glasses came off. From then on it was Henry Fond the actor. And, for the first time, an understanding and appreciation for direction. The famous curmudgeon poo-poo’d the notion of a filmmaker being an auteur (when Francois Truffaut asked him how he arrived in Hollywood, Ford shot back “On a train.”) and was often hostile to the notion of film as “art.” Henry Fonda called him “a great bullshitter.”

You the reader cut the difference…

Released in 1939 amidst the halestorm of Hollywood’s heyday, Young Mr. Lincoln was as idealistic and reverent as Frank Capra’s1939 offering Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and, although lacking the splash and scope of that year’s big budget spectacles, Young Mr. Lincoln is every bit as powerful with its quiet, docile, human simplicity.

The same ideals Ford would revisit, to a more famous extent, the next year with The Grapes of Wrath. Young Mr. Lincoln is hardly factually accurate– and that is also scarcely the point. The film is: poetic. Not in the iambic pentameter textbook sense, but in the languorous, let the chocolate melt in your mouth and enjoy the beauty of the moment sense.

The Backwoods Underdog

For me, the film’s key moment is as innocuous as the self-deprecating Lincoln himself: struggling to salvage a trial he cannot win, the backwoods lawyers sits in a rickety old chair, his lankly legs draped over the windowsill, lit by gaslamp, listening to the judge appeal to his senses. And all the while he quietly– always quiet, Fonda and Ford’s Lincoln– without reaction, holding in his hands the key to his case’s success.

It is a sublimely helmed, superbly acted moment–and a true standout amongst the prolific perfection that is 1939.

(The was a last minute and entirely UNOFFICIAL entry for the CMBA’s 1939 Blogathon: I’m not a CMBA member (one day perhaps they’ll let me aboard, I hope) but still absolutely had to party crash the event!!)

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