Dean Stockwell

  • The Secret Garden (1949)

    The Secret Garden (1949)

    (On Cable TV, October 2020) Much of The Secret Garden’s specific charm comes from twin accidents of history—having both Margaret O’Brien and Dean Stockwell being the right age to play the child characters essential to the story, for one; but also being at a stage of cinema’s technological development that you could still switch from normal black-and-white cinematography to a Technicolour segment and amaze audiences. This had only been possible for fifteen years at that point (and wasn’t that original, considering the use of a similar device in The Wizard of Oz), but more importantly, it would no longer be possible a few years later due to colour film becoming the standard for children’s movies. In any case—both the actors and the wow factor of a black-and-white film turning to colour remain essential elements in this gentle portal fantasy story, in troubled children discover a maybe-magical garden that eventually makes them better people. I wouldn’t want to discount the weight of the narrative here—adapted from a novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett, it has full redemption arcs for the characters, and even the switch to colour would not have been as effective without laying the groundwork for the garden to be perceived as more wondrous than the baseline black-and-white reality. The script also gives the material for the child actors to excel—the shouting match between the two is their showcase opportunity. All of this makes The Secret Garden an interesting film still. I can’t guess how it plays to the current generation, but it does remain a watchable part of cinema history.

  • Sons and Lovers (1960)

    Sons and Lovers (1960)

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) I’m making a point of trying to watch ever single Best Picture Academy Award nominee, and I’m having a generally good time! The vast majority of the movies having earned such an honour are of high cinematic quality, and many of them do have that extra special ingredient that makes them worthwhile even decades later. But there are exceptions, and the English adaptation of D. H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers is one of them for me. Proudly belonging to the “subtle psychological drama” school of Oscar nominations, it’s a low-octane, intimate story of a young man’s inability to form bonds with anyone else but his mother, and it’s about as dreary as it sounds. Filmed in semi-realistic black-and-white, with actors clearly working within a subdued emotional palette, it’s meant as a small-scale small-town drama and is unfortunately far too successful as such: the characters are boring, the pacing is glacial, and the ending is a deliberate downer. Dean Stockwell stars but does not impress. There are far better choices out there, and to think—Spartacus wasn’t even nominated for that year’s Best Picture award, while Sons and Lovers was.