Following Atticus: Forty-Eight High Peaks, One Little Dog, and an Extraordinary Friendship by Tom Ryan is published by William Morrow. It tells the story of my adventures with Atticus M. Finch, a little dog of some distinction. You can also find our column in the NorthCountry News.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Mr. Smith Goes To The Mountains

I thought I knew the answer before I asked the question but I thought I'd ask it anyway. We stepped outside this morning and were met by flying ice and snow crystals, flags trying to leap from their poles, the sound of wind roaring by our ears, ebbing and then really letting go again.

Atticus met this wind with a sideways glance, scurried to find a couple of places to raise his leg and postponed his morning poop to hurry back up the stairs. The chairman has spoken and we are in for the day.

Instead of a hiking day it will be a writing day and a bill paying day and at 3:30 we’ll hunker down with a bowl of popcorn (yes, he eats it, too) to partake in one of the great pleasure I know of in life…Frank Capra.

I don’t watch a lot of television other than M*A*S*H, Frasier, House, and Pushing Daisies but today will be a pleasure. At 3:30 it is one of my favorite movies, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939). I’ve always loved that Jimmy Stewart speech that says the only causes really worth fighting for are lost causes. Many back in Newburyport don’t know it, but this movie was one of my great inspirations in my life when it came to starting and then running The Undertoad for 11 years. Who said you can’t fight city hall?

At 5:45 it's Meet John Doe with Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck. It Happened On Night is on at 8:00 with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert and Mr. Deeds Goes To Town follows that.


It may be frightful outside but the little bug and I will just tuck our tails between our legs and wait until tomorrow when the wind will leave town. But how can I go wrong with four Capra movies? It touches on the romantic in me.

My favorite Frank Capra quote: “In our film profession you may have Gable’s looks, Tracy’s art, Marlene’s legs, or Liz’s violet eyes, but they don’t mean a thing without that swinging thing called courage.”

For those of you back in Newburyport, those who knew I railed against too much change to a good thing, to a good town. One of the reasons I left was because the town was and is losing its character. I started to paper to take on political bullies, saw them mostly die off, only to be replaced by questionable developers and then the apathetically comfortable. One of the best elements about a Capra film is the way he used those wonderfully idiosyncratic characters in all of them. They weren’t typically in the lead roles but they were the mortar that held much of the story together. Where else could you see so many homely people in movies? Capra knew that life is gritty and not always pretty, even on the way to watching a miracle take shape.

In Newburyport, those wonderfully edgy characters have been disappearing in favor of the well-scrubbed, well-heeled, ladies who lunch and the men who live with them. The Bobos came to town on the heels of Starbucks and took over and most of the true characters are now gone or are getting ready to go, whether it’s due to death or economics. Sure Newburyport is prettier than it’s ever been, but to me it's a lot less real.

Capra to me shows darkness and light and he shows that magic is possible. I need that view of life and am romantic enough to embrace it.

And there is a part of me that feels a bit more in common with Frank Capra, too. Not only do we like the same kind of stories about the human condition, we also both knew a thing or two about taking an unpopular stand and were criticized by those in power, or those who longed for power, even if it meant attempting to censor free speech. You can read all about Capra’s challenges, particularly with Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, here (from Turner Classic Movies [tmc.com]):



Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
Though it’s now universally revered as an ode to democratic ideals, Frank Capra’s Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) was originally denounced by many Washington power-brokers. That may come as a bit of a shock if you haven’t seen this classic picture for several years. Jimmy Stewart’s lead performance made him a star, and is justly remembered as the key component of a beautifully constructed narrative. But Capra, for all his flag-waving and sometimes naive moralizing saved a great deal of bite for the hallowed halls of American government.

If not subversive, the movie is at least driven by a strong distaste for the misuse of power by our elected officials. This was an exceptionally gutsy message at a time when Americans were concerned with the rise of Nazism overseas, and Capra surely knew he would ruffle a few feathers. But he put his foot down and said exactly what he wanted to say, much like the film’s patriotic lead character. This is the kind of movie that makes you want to light up a sparkler.

Stewart plays Jefferson Smith, a young man who takes over after the unexpected death of a junior Senator. Smith is despised by his cynical secretary (Jean Arthur), and is quickly portrayed as an appointed yokel by the D.C. press. Undaunted, he tries to introduce a bill that would build a much needed boys’ camp in his state. When a powerful businessman named James Taylor (Edward Arnold) and the state’s senior Senator, Joseph Paine (Claude Raines), discover that the camp will be built on land that Taylor plans to sell for an enormous profit under the provisions of an impending bill, they try to bribe Smith.

Smith, of course, stands his ground, so the two men set about ruining him. This eventually leads to an unforgettable filibuster scene that solidified Stewart’s persona – the first persona of his multi-dimensional career, anyway - as a common man with bottomless reserves of backbone and dignity. (Stewart, in a move worthy of Robert De Niro, had a doctor administer dichloride of mercury near his vocal chords to give his voice the exhausted rasp he was looking for at the close of Smith’s filibuster.)

Capra nearly cast Gary Cooper, but finally settled on Stewart. “I knew he would make a hell of a Mr. Smith,” he said. “He looked like the country kid, the idealist. It was very close to him.” Stewart knew this was the role of a lifetime, one that could place him near the top of the Hollywood heap. Jean Arthur later remembered his mood at the time: “He was so serious when he was working on that picture, he used to get up at five o’clock in the morning and drive himself to the studio. He was so terrified something was going to happen to him, he wouldn’t go faster.”

Even in the classics-heavy year of 1939, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington was a major achievement, arguably the finest picture of Capra’s storied career. It may wrap itself up a bit too easily, but you’d have to have a heart of stone to not be moved by the journey. Or, in lieu of that, you could be a U.S. Senator or Washington newspaper reporter circa 1939.

On October 17, 1939, the picture was previewed at Washington’s Constitution Hall. The preview was a major production featuring searchlights and a National Guard band playing patriotic tunes; The Washington Times-Herald even put out a special edition covering the event. Four thousand guests attended, 45 Senators among them. About two-thirds of the way through the film, the grumbling began, with people walking out. Some politicians were so enraged by how “they” were being portrayed in the movie, they actually shouted at the screen. At a party afterward, a drunken newspaper editor took a wild swing at Capra for including a drunken reporter as one of the characters!

Several politicians angrily spoke out against the film in newspaper editorials, which, in the long run, may have helped its box office. Sen. Alben W. Barkley viewed the picture as “a grotesque distortion” of the Senate, “as grotesque as anything ever seen! Imagine the Vice President of the United States winking at a pretty girl in the gallery in order to encourage a filibuster!” Barkley, who was lucky he didn’t get quoted on the film’s posters, also said, “...it showed the Senate as the biggest aggregation of nincompoops on record!”

Senator James F. Byrnes of South Carolina suggested that official action be taken against the film’s release...lest we play into the hands of Fascist regimes. And Pete Harrison, the respected editor of Harrison Reports, urged Congress to pass a bill allowing theater owners to refuse to show films – like Mr. Smith - that “were not in the best interest of our country.” And you thought the Dixie Chicks got a raw deal.

Not everyone, especially American moviegoers, saw Capra’s vision as an affront to democracy. Frank S. Nugent, a critic for The New York Times wrote, “(Capra) is operating, of course, under the protection of that unwritten clause in the Bill of Rights entitling every voting citizen to at least one free swing at the Senate. Mr. Capra’s swing is from the floor and in the best of humor; if it fails to rock the august body to its heels – from laughter as much as from injured dignity – it won’t be his fault but the Senate’s, and we should really begin to worry about the upper house.”

~by Paul Tatara