Our Daily Bread (1934)
(On Cable TV, January 2022) King Vidor is one of my favourite directors of the late-silent/early sound film era, and he certainly ends up in the top three once you remove comedies from the equation. While I have a hard time getting into straight-up drama films of the era, his humanistic, cinematically ambitious approach makes his movies easy to admire even a hundred years later. But that’s not necessarily a guarantee of success, and while watching Our Daily Bread, I found myself concluding that the Vidor touch wasn’t universally successful. I suspect that there’s an important element of setting at play: while Vidor’s other films took on urban characters (The Crowd) or wartime drama (The Big Parade), Our Daily Bread accompanies its urban protagonist to the farm in order to present a tale of hardscrabble survival in the face of a drought. That’s… not necessarily as interesting as spending time on the trenches or in 1920s Manhattan. While the film eventually culminates into a large-scale interesting event (the manual digging of a very long ditch to bring water to the withering crops), much of the film is spent in misery along with its characters trying to figure out how to survive. Vidor’s work here as a writer-director is not necessarily inferior—his humanistic touch remains comforting, as does his interest in collective action in the face of adversity. Our Daily Bread is interesting as a depiction of its time and the ways American society was playing along with different models of living during the Great Depression, but I found myself underwhelmed by the result—perhaps as a result of coming in with too-high expectations seeing Vidor’s name in the credits.