The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog Reviews
Super Reviewer
Super Reviewer
The story concerns a woman who fears that the latest tenant to take up residence at her boarding house is a Jack the Ripper style murderer known as The Avenger whose been on a recent murder spree across London. Looking back, the story is nothing new or revelatory, and it may not have even been so then, but it's a good yarn, and lots of fun.
The film's got a great sense of mood, tone, and atmosphere, complete with lots of fog and some really fitting music. There's some excellent cinematography here, with some neat angles and great lighting. There's some really good art direction as well. The performances are pretty decent, and get the job done, though I don't think they're really brilliant or anything.
Overall, this is definitely a must see for Hitchcock fans and general cinema lovers alike. It hasn't really aged that great, but it's still a good piece of work.
Super Reviewer
While not one that you are sure to watch over and over again, it would be a great pick for a friend who gets turned off by "silent pictures." It moves at the pace of its contemporaries and is far better than what passes for most "thrillers" nowadays.
Super Reviewer
Super Reviewer
London is in a state of panic as a murderer is killing golden, curly haired women. There is constant agitation and an introduction to the now famed concept of media hysteria. Extra! Extra! Daisy (June) is one of those golden haired females roaming around London. She lives with her parents (Marie Ault and Arthur Chesney) who rent out a room to would be lodgers that are canvassing London. One such lodger (Ivor Novello) moves into the room, acting oddly much to the suspicion of Daisy's would be boy friend Joe (Malcolm Keen), who happens to be the detective investigating the murder case.
Being a silent film, The Lodger uses faces to convey more of the plot than dialogue. This was typical before talkies. What Hitchcock does with The Lodger goes beyond what was typical for films in the later 1920's. He creates an atmosphere that is almost a character itself. Light and shadow dictate what's playing out on screen. He opens the film with the flash of a marquee sign (though we don't know that) saying "To-nite: Golden Curls" almost like an omen on what the killer has a blood lust for.
The Lodger is the first of a long line of masterpieces created by Alfred Hitchcock. This is really where it all began on the silent studios of London, developing into a career rivaled by only a few others. The formula is here in its infant form and even though generations would pass in his career, Hitchcock continued to deliver with the concept over and over again. A silent era gem.
Super Reviewer
Super Reviewer
While this was actually Hitchcock's third film, he often considered it his first. Hitchcock spent some time before his career as a director working with filmmakers in Germany and it shows in this film. The film is heavily influenced by Expressionistic filmmakers like Murnau and Lang. The film also contains several themes that would recur throughout Hitchcock's career. The film contains a cameo by Hitchcock early on, it depicts an innocent man on the run, and it throws in romance during a murder mystery.
Overall, I didn't find this film particularly enjoyable. It seemed like almost everything that happened until the end of the film was rather pointless. While the ending got a little more exciting, the aforementioned problems don't really help make up for a rather dull film. The film may incorporate quite a few elements of Hitchcock's later work, but this has a long way to go to compare favorably to Hitchcock's better films.
60/100
D-
The town of London is rocked by a continuing streak of murders on Tuesday nights that all take fair-haired women as their victims, bringing to mind the Whitechapel Murders (a legend about these being what the story was actually based on). A woman witnesses the most recent, telling the police that the man responsible is a tall man with the lower half of his face covered, the only clue to accompany the notes left on the victims: a note with a triangle, in the centre of which is written "The Avenger," giving the murderer his name. The owners of a lodging house, Mrs. Bunting (Marie Ault) and her husband (Arthur Chesney), take in a strange lodger (Ivor Novello) whose face is half-covered, to the amusement of their fair-haired daughter Daisy (June--just June), and the annoyance of the Daisy-courting policeman Joe (Malcolm Keen). Mysterious in all his actions, but suggestive of a role in the murders, the lodger captures the heart of Daisy and the suspicion of the landlady and Joe.
It's hard to look at films that are over eighty years old and make declarations about the things they did that other films didn't, because, of course, I don't know enough about the time period to be nailing down such things. This is, however, recognized as the "first Hitchcock film," despite being the third that he directed, even by Hitchcock himself. There is a hint of his work, or at least his later collaborations with Saul Bass, in a rather smart little opening credit-ish sequence (before there was such a thing in common use, I think I can say confidently) with a radial sweep opening over a static, abstract image to open the film. There are also some very creative touches, from the pacing of the lodger being filmed from below via a plate glass "floor" matched to a chandelier below it, using double exposure as the owning tenants look up and wonder at the pacing that causes the chandelier to shake. As Joe ponders his suspicions of the lodger, he looks at his footprint and across it float more double-exposed images of the clues that suggest his guilt. More subtly, there are clever shots like the image of a hand following a banister down a staircase, without any visual of the person attached to it, which gives a far more potent image to the shot than the simple one of a person walking down them.
There's a clever play on sympathies as the policeman, Joe, is shown to be an egocentric jerk, sure of his position in Daisy's life while ignoring her own feelings, yet giving our suspected murderer an air of sympathy that makes us wonder how on earth he can really be the murderer--even as he hides paintings of golden-haired women from his sight and fawns over Daisy's hair, or brandishes a knife toward her in a suggestive moment. Of course, this has the faint odour of studio interference (which I've since discovered was an accurate impression), in making then-heartthrob Ivor Novello almost contractually sympathetic. Even with this requirement, Hitchcock, consummate professional, takes a route dissimilar to Kubrick's and puts work into establishing the character as just that--sympathetic, rather than taking the twisted method of making him unsympathetic, but perhaps innocent.
As my discussion of sympathy may suggest to anyone paying attention--yes, this film is actually very engaging. I watched it with, I believe, Ashley Irwin's 1999 score that celebrated Hitchcock's (theoretical) hundredth birthday (knowing neither it nor the also-included 1997 Paul Zaza score, I opted to simply play it with whatever the default was), which was quite good and well-scored, with a lovely little musical phrase to accompany the oft-repeated blinking title card that said "To-Night Golden Curls."** Ivor was appreciably handsome, and Joe somewhat unpleasant, but both actors served to enhance these impressions with their performances, Joe playing an early form of the macho braggart and Ivor the quietly lethal but more honest social-inferior. It does incorporate, as was noted by commentators (and obvious in retrospect to me), some themes that Hitchcock would later play with more, such as pursuit of the wrong man (hmm, now why does that phrase sound familiar while discussing Hitchcock? Hmm...) and a fetishistic approach to women--here, of course, blonds.
This is probably not a bad film to start off someone with an open mind to silent films with, as I like to think I could be reasonably considered. It doesn't feel overlong (though I dreaded the idea of a 100 minute silent film at first, I began to worry there was not enough time to wrap up the story toward the end), and is quite nicely paced once the audience catches up to it.
*Yeah, I felt the need to work in all three names. Deal with it.
**Not to be confused with station bumpers you might've seen on NBC in the late 1980s.
It was interesting to see how Hitchcock was cutting his teeth on the horror genre in some of the scenes. For example, two policemen riding in a car vaguely resembles a skull or an scary face. The "Nutcracker-esque" soundtrack got distracting at times.
