Me and My Two Friends (1898)
Taking my seat within the IMAX for this brilliantly enchanting show, I felt a strange sense of inbetweenness, a kind of Whovian inkling of being geographically located in one place but in temporal terms straddling multiple moments. The IMAX is a contemporary rotunda that I last visited for that innovatory 3D motion-capture spectacle Avatar, yet in shape and content is comparable to those in those that showed the original panoramas of the early 19th century. Not far from the IMAX site is the vantage point that was used for those same panoramas to show the previously very grounded Londoners what their city looked like from on high. Moreover, what I was about to watch would use the latest in restoration and presentation techniques to show us films of events and people that were existed 120 years ago.
Presented by Bryony Dixon, curator at the BFI National Archive, and given a live musical accompaniment from John Sweeney’s Biograph Band, this event particularly showcased the work of William Kennedy-Laurie Dickson, whose British Mutoscope and Biograph Company produced film-shows for London’s Palace Theatre of Varieties for a five-year period from 1897. Having cut his teeth on producing the single-spectator Kinetoscope for Thomas Edison, Dickson had come back to the UK to make bigger films for bigger audiences and hopefully much bigger profits. The Palace was one of a number of marquee West End music halls along with the Empire and Alhambra (fittingly still showing films). Dickson’s large-format films (four times the size of the typical 35mm of early films), which last just a minute or two each, were, as the BFI publicity for the film has observed “the IMAX films of their day”.
The film shows of Dickson, the Lumieres and R.W. Paul were substantial acts in themselves, showing a number of films together in roughly 20-minute slots with the same kind of musical accompaniment and spoken commentary that Sweeney and Dixon replicated on the night. We saw over fifty of these short films back-to-back, and it would certainly be fascinating to contextualise these individual pieces in situ with the rest of the bill for a particular evening. The ‘variety’ aspect of such shows meant that the film shows were part of a miscellany of diversions, but no doubt some fascinating interplays and dialogues could be teased out as the new form rubbed shoulders with established forms, and sometimes jostled its way to the front of the popularity stakes.
This particular (picture) box of delights, in keeping with the variety show format, they presented an eclectic array of subjects: we saw the sublime in both natural and man-made forms – gorgeous panoramic vistas of mountains and crashing waves, alongside the floating firework display that was the Battleship Odin ‘firing all her Guns’ (1900). The Leviathan liner Oceania ploughed its way through the churning waters and engulfed the screen in an overwhelming spectacle that precedes the Imperial Destroyer in Star Wars by nearly 80 years. With such sublime moments came the ridiculous, in the form of slapstick skits, grotesquely grinning faces stuffing themselves with food, and nonconformist animals and children who wandered in and out of frame as they pleased.
We stood and watched the events unfold before us, but also jumped aboard moving vehicles and took journeys through cities and mountain passes from the comfort of our padded cinema seats. As vistas were swept and we kept pace with speeding trains, one wonders how some of the scenes were shot in those pioneering days of film, where much of the cinematographer’s modern gadgetry was yet to be devised.
These films unpackaged moments of history as they actually happened and were sometimes seen by audiences soon after they were filmed. Footage of Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee reached American audiences a little over a week later, and the Grand National from Aintree was re-run to a West End audience the very night of the race after some hasty train-bound editing. In these films of the most newsworthy events of the day – royal visits, highlights of ‘The Season’ like the Boat Race or Henley Regatta – a fresh immediacy still radiates from the screen. But elsewhere, in a crossing of trajectories, the filming of a cavalry drill at Aldershot in 1898 almost immediately became a document of a past tradition – the last cavalry charge in action would occur just a year later in the Sudan.
Dickson’s work during the Boer War formed a central section, ‘The Biograph in Battle’, which highlighted the film-maker at his most versatile. In a series of half-a-dozen films, which would have received the full three-cheers-and-bunting treatment when originally shown, Dickson managed to capture both the triumphant pomp and deflating destruction of war – the march of the Gordon Highlanders in victory at Ladysmith was somewhat overshadowed by the preceding withdrawal from the Battle of Spion Kop as a long and winding trail of ambulances and manual stretchers trudge across the river. There was also something in between, at the moment when a detail of British troops and local labourers repair the bomb-damaged bridge at Frere working to a jaunty rhythm. And this was all done, lest we forget, on a very large, very heavy camera, with its assorted paraphernalia – 68mm film reel, motor batteries and tripod – so large that a number of crew could literally eat their dinner off it.
I was particularly engaged in the different ways that people reacted to the novel and intrusive presence of the camera: in large crowd scenes, a number simply pass by oblivious, but many of those being observed show a keenness to observe in turn, revealing their fascination with this new medium (and nearly every crowd scene includes a cheeky scamp who wants to stay in shot and persistently makes incursions across the camera’s progress). Already, figures of authority seemed to be developing a nascent media awareness: Pope Leo VIII pauses to take a seat in the Vatican Loggia to face the camera directly and wave us an avuncular benediction, flanked more camera-shy attendants. Similarly, the great Shakespearean actor Herbert Beerbohm Tree works the camera in a mesmeric minute or so as King John, who in a neat inversion is vivified during his death-throes in all of his histrionic splendour. The Australian cricket captain, filmed during their 1899 tour, is keen to stay stock-centre of the frame and hold the gaze of the camera while the rest of his team casually pass by, staring down the camera as if were an opposition batsman to be glared into capitulation. But in a welcome antidote to our ultra-media-savvy times, there was also a charming naivety about a number of the reactions: a group of lifeboatmen proudly demonstrating their live-saving skills look suitably chastened when the director informs them that they’re actually resuscitating the dummy off-camera.
I also got an incredibly strong sense of the materiality of what I was looking at, through the inevitable minor blemishes that appeared – crackles, patches of light, spidery figures dancing across the screen – and which carried an inherent beauty of their own. One of the restoration team described the amazing and painstaking work behind the restoration of these fragile fragments of film and this was a further salutary reminder of how physically and heavily industrial early film-making was.
Ultimately then, this was a ‘moving’ picture show in more ways than one: as a spectator I could not help but feel a strong emotional engagement with what I was seeing: part of our desire as Victorianists and Neo-Victorianists is to make the bones of our 19th-century for-bearers live in whatever ways we can, but few methods can feel so direct and immediate as this eyes-wide-open visceral thrill that I experienced, something I still seek out every time I enter the cinema.
The final film follows a train carriage winding its way along the Georgetown railway loop, from which ladies wave to us with handkerchiefs. Thanks to fantastic restoration projects like this, which is just a prelude to next year’s 200th birthday celebrations for Queen Victoria, it is thankfully only a temporary leave-taking.