Who really was
the emblem of MGM? Fearsome Leo of the logo, or (Bert) Lahr, The
Wizard of Oz's somewhat less intimidating representative of the
species? During Hollywood's musical Golden Age (the 30s and 40s), Leo
the lion gave off a fairly feeble roar, compared to its somewhat less
regal studio rivals Warners and Fox. While MGM was handing its prime
assignments to Herbert Stothart, David Snell, Edward Ward and George
Bassman, Warners producers had their pick of the pantheon - Korngold,
Steiner and Waxman. And while Stothart was still stealing many of his
best licks from Tchaikovsky, Verdi or Mussorgsky, in the less than
enterprising fashion of the silent film accompanist, Alfred Newman,
David Raksin and Bernard Herrmann were fashioning a startlingly
original musical language for cinema dramaturgy. The comparative
achievement of the three studio music staffs may be measured by
Waxman's decision to depart the comfortable lion's lair for the less
prestigious but more challenging Warners, where head of music Leo
Forbstein could at least offer a few more meaty assignments than
Waxman's not-so-perspicacious executives at MGM. By the middle of the
40s, in the inspirational company of Steiner and Korngold, Waxman was
back to the form of his pre-MGM 1930s peak at Universal, The Bride
of Frankenstein.
Well, in the wake of
Warners seventy-fifth anniversary commemorative CD set and Fox's less
weighty but equally potent tribute on Varese Sarabande, Rhino has
released this double CD compilation. It isn't exactly a greatest hits
collection, as Leo's leading lion Miklos Rozsa (who arrived in 1949)
is distinctly under-represented. If the buzz is true that there's a
two-CD set on the way devoted to Rozsa alone, we can forgive.
Nevertheless, the choice of selections strikes me as curious. We
already have (more or less) complete Madame Bovary, Ivanhoe,
Lust for Life, Ben-Hur, and King of Kings, so
for the collector the excerpts included are redundant. At whom is this
collection aimed? If the filmscore neophyte, I will suggest that the
cause of film music would have been better served with less of the
archival material and more prime Rozsa (say Quo Vadis or Young
Bess). If the completist, rare Rozsa would have been more
judicious (he wrote about two dozen scores for MGM less well known
than those included). If the musical archaeologist, then Stothart,
Ward and even early Waxman would be more pertinent. As it is, we have
something to please - and irritate - everybody.
Among the very welcome:
Waxman's Gershwinesque main title to The Philadelphia Story,
which has even more panache than Charles Gerhardt's rendering. The
ecstatic love scene from same is even more welcome (complete with
footsteps - sadly, the solely music tracks no longer exist); Alex
North's I'll Cry Tomorrow, in the urban-wail mode of Streetcar;
Elmer Bernstein's Some Came Running, which has something of
the gotcha-by-the-throat impact of Herrmann's The Man Who Knew Too
Much main title. In addition, the Previn, Kaper and Raksin cuts
also give us much that is not otherwise available, and the Stothart
Wizard of Oz excerpts happily complement the suite recorded by
John Mauceri.
The sound, as must be
expected, is highly variable, but never less than acceptable. A
surprising number of the earliest excerpts are in stereo. What is
equally surprising is that some of MGM's biggest epics have the worst
sound, King of Kings, Ben-Hur and How the West Was
Won conspicuously so, at least as transferred for this collection.
Unfortunately, Benny Herrmann's Joy in the Morning, never
before released and achingly redolent of Vertigo and Marnie,
suffers significantly from emaciation of the string sound,
particularly in the midrange. This is even more frustrating in that
excerpts adjacent to Joy, Henry Mancini's Bachelor in
Paradise and Lalo Schifrin's The Cincinnati Kid, are
superbly recorded. But they are also utterly frivolous fluff (albeit
pleasant). The collection ends with Doctor Zhivago. Leo leaves
us with a whimper. My nominee for the curtain call, and a last mighty
roar indeed, would have been the Legend and Epilogue from
Rozsa's El Cid. Suitable for nailing our hypothetical neophyte
to the back wall. But not a note of that last great gasp of Leo is
here. Ah well, Zhivago may not be the desired big finish. But
somehow it is a more appropriate segue to the cellophane era
of cinema soundtracks. |