THE THIRD MAN: 4K Blu-ray reissue (London Films 1949) StudioCanal Home Video
Author Graham
Greene had only a kernel of an idea for his novel when he approached,
Hungarian-born film producer, Alexander Korda with his pitch for what would
ultimately become, The Third Man
(1949); arguably, the greatest post-war thriller ever made. Greene’s premise
was deceptively simple: a young unemployed man arrives in a foreign city on the
advice of a close friend who has promised him a job, only to discover the
friend has since died by mysterious circumstances. Ever-loyal to his fallen
comrade, the man decides to take up the investigation as an amateur sleuth.
Korda liked the pitch – at least, enough to afford Greene a hundred thousand
pounds to go off and explore the possibilities. What Greene did instead was to
troll the seedy underworld of post-war Vienna, hitting some of its more
celebrated strip clubs; the Casanova Revueclub, a favorite where Greene would
eventually take director, Carol Reed, his second unit director, Guy Hamilton
and continuity assistant, Angela Allen to exorcise his own Catholic guilt.
In retrospect,
The Third Man is quite possibly the
only post-war movie to show Vienna as that legitimately sad, cash-strapped and
gloomy derelict it had become since Hitler’s blitzkrieg; the film’s pièce de
résistance, an exhilarating chase within the city’s 4,660 miles of subterranean
aqua-ducts, dumping raw sewage into the Blue Danube. Over the decades, the
sewers have dubiously played host to a series of unsolved murders and a host of
guided tours – the perfect place to dump a body or brush up on some rarely seen
movie-land history. But never before or since would these underground
tributaries host such a harrowing midnight chase as in The Third Man; Reed, employing Vienna’s professional police patrol
as substitutes for Major Calloway’s advancing soldiers. Above ground, Reed and
cinematographer, Robert Krasker photographed a luminously deteriorating inner
city landscape, hosed down nightly and evocatively lit to add an unsettling
glimmer to the wounded building facades. While The Third Man was a smash hit around the world, receiving accolades
in virtually every city that it played, the Viennese critics were extremely
harsh with their criticisms; labeling the movie ‘Chicago in Vienna’ (an obvious nod to Al Capone), while comparing
Reed’s observations on their black market trade as casting a pall on the entire
populace, marked as a den of thieves.
Ironically,
one of The Third Man’s chief assets,
director/actor, Orson Welles, also proved a challenging hurdle for director,
Carol Reed to overcome. Attempting to renegotiate his fee for what would
basically amount to little more than two weeks work (and for which Welles was
eventually paid a whopping $100,000), Welles deliberately made himself
unavailable to meet the start date, bribing the telephone operator at his hotel
to repeatedly lie for him, that he was out, indisposed or otherwise unable to
come to the phone; forcing Reed to come up with ingenious ways of shooting
around his absence. At intervals, the shadowy figure briefly witnessed running
along Vienna’s tight and rain-soaked thoroughfares and byways was actually
second unit director, Guy Hamilton, padded out in a large fedora and overcoat;
Welles later doubled (except for close-ups shot in Shepperton Studios back in
England) by a butcher cum film extra, Otto Schusser for the scenes within the
sewer system during the climactic chase, after Welles complained to Reed about
the formidable stench and refused to even entertain the notion of shooting down
there. For the penultimate moment in Harry Lime’s attempted escape, the pair of
frantic fingers desperately peeking through the grate of a manhole cover
actually belonged to the director.
The other
thorn in Carol Reed’s side was The Third
Man’s co-producer, David O. Selznick. Selznick today gets a rather bad rap
for being a meddlesome influence on virtually all the movies made under his
auspices, suffering from verbal diarrhea; assaulting his cast and crew with a
barrage of lengthy memos it took three secretaries working around the clock to
transcribe at his behest. Yet, lest we forget Selznick in his prime was
responsible for some of the paramount artistic achievements to ever come out of
Hollywood; the greatest of them all, arguably, Gone With The Wind (1939). Alexander Korda and Selznick had teamed
to make The Third Man, mostly
because Korda wanted access to two great stars under exclusive contract to
Selznick; Joseph Cotten - the lanky and handsome Virginian with a congenial
acting style - and relative newcomer, Alida Valli – her name shortened simply to
Valli by Selznick (as he presumably saw her in the vein of the next Greta
Garbo), whom Selznick had voraciously vowed to remake as the future Ingrid
Bergman (another early discovery for which Selznick took sole credit). Selznick
wanted Valli’s presence in The Third Man
to herald that of a bona fide movie star and Hollywood glamor girl. Hence, he
beseeched Carol Reed to have her bedecked and bedazzled in a series of
glamorous gowns. Reed, however, fought Selznick on this point – and won the
battle, thanks to Korda. Selznick and Korda, who were hardly close at the start
of the making of The Third Man,
would eventually come to heated disagreements, causing a permanent rift in
their professional relationship.
In hindsight, The Third Man can really only be considered
as a work of extraordinary genius; its international roster of creatives
toiling (and feuding) behind the scenes, as well as its varied cast in front of
the camera, adding to an extraordinary sense of verisimilitude. If Michael
Curtiz’s Casablanca (1942) had been
the embodiment of Hollywood’s misguided mid-wartime romanticism, then The Third Man, made a scant three years
after the hellish aftermaths at Auschwitz and Hiroshima, surely became
emblematic of the post-war moral ambiguity infecting the world in general and
Vienna’s proud culture in particular, its people transformed into a rabble of
desperate scavengers, scouring their crumbled paradise for mere crusts of
bread, just to keep body and soul together. As Vienna slowly began to revive
itself, an even more insidious specter reared its ugly head; the black market.
Indeed, when Greene began writing his novel he was introduced to the concept of
a real-life penicillin scam that had ravaged the sick and dying with a fate
worse than death; complete disfigurement, paralysis, and slow, horrendous
insanity and death brought on from injecting the watered down drug, stolen from
nearby army hospitals by racketeers and used by unsuspecting doctors to treat
their patients.
In scouting
locations, second unit director, Guy Hamilton encountered initial resistance
from residents and the local government alike. As far as the government was
concerned, the technical and electrical requirements of a film crew would
strain the city’s already tenuous power grid. To this assumption, Hamilton
pointed out The Third Man’s lights
and cameras would be powered by their own imported generators. But residents
were quelled in their overt skepticism of a Hollywood-ized movie being made in
their midst only after Hamilton stumbled upon the idea of promoting supporting
actor, Paul Hörbiger (cast as Karl, the porter) as one of the film’s stars; one
of only three names that meant anything to the locals (the other two being Hedwig
Bleibtreu (cast as Anna’s caustic landlady) and Annie Rosar (as Karl’s wife). From
1928 onward, Hörbiger had been Vienna’s most cherished stars, appearing in more
than 250 movies. To say he was beloved by the Viennese is an understatement. Alas, he could not speak a word of English and
had to learn all of his lines for The
Third Man phonetically; nevertheless, and quite convincingly miming his
dialogue.
In preparing The Third Man, Alexander Korda turned
to an old friend, Karl Hartl. Unlike Korda (who fled the Nazis during the
occupation), Hartl had chosen to remain behind, becoming a Viennese director
under their auspices. Interestingly, Hartl’s career survived the war and any
defamation for being associated with Hitler’s sponsorship. At war’s end, Hartl
was, in fact, hailed for rejuvenating Vienna’s film-making. Also proving
imperishable was Hartl’s friendship with Korda, enough for Hartl to throw a
welcoming party for Korda’s film company in Vienna, at which time Korda became
smitten with Anton Karas, a little known tavern entertainer, playing a
mysterious musical instrument in the corner of the room. Making his inquiries,
Korda quickly learned the apparatus was, in fact, a zither. Locking Karas away
in his hotel suite, the doors and windows padded with mattresses, pillows and
sheets to blot out extemporaneous sounds, Korda placed a microphone and
primitive tape-recording device in front of Karas into which hours and hours of
‘sample music’ were recorded. Korda was enthralled by the results, although
upon hearing these tapes, Selznick would have preferred a full orchestral underscore
performed by the London Symphony in its stead. Undaunted, Korda ordered Karas
to compose music for The Third Man.
For Karas, who neither read nor composed music, the resultant Harry Lime Theme he created and
performed for the movie (along with all other music cues), later professionally
recorded on a soundstage at Shepperton Studios, stirred an international mania
for zither music. It would also net Karas acclaim on both sides of the
Atlantic, and make the unprepossessing performer an instant millionaire,
affording Karas the opportunity to fulfill his lifelong dream – to own a
nightclub.
As production wrapped
up in Vienna, with a few interiors to be shot at Shepperton Studios in England,
The Third Man was about to touch off
a powder keg between two film-making giants. Carol Reed had nearly edited the
entire picture when an impromptu fire in the processing lab literally
incinerated all his fine efforts. With mere weeks remaining in which to meet
the deadline for the movie’s European premiere, Reed was forced to begin anew,
working from the original camera negative. He was ably abetted in this
Herculean effort by Benzedrine, Selznick’s drug of choice for managing the
impossibilities of pulling off a 23hr. work day without taking a break until
Sundays, at which time it usually took several heavy sedatives to knock him out
for almost 24hrs., only to begin the entire process again the following Monday.
Meanwhile, Selznick had negotiated exclusive rights to distribute The Third Man in the U.S., thereby
excluding Alexander Korda from partaking in the profits. When The Third Man proved to be a runaway
success in Europe, Korda realized the error in this hasty decision and refused
to send the movie’s original negative to Hollywood so that further prints could
be made.
The Third Man opens with credits played over Karas’ zither. We hear
the Harry Lime Theme, the main titles
dissolving into an almost documentarian overview of post-war Vienna; divided
into four militarized zones (Russian, French, American and British), director
Carol Reed providing his own rather droll opening monologue to set the stage.
Selznick was displeased with this and had Reed’s monologue slightly rewritten,
redubbing it with Joseph Cotten’s voice for the American premiere. We are
introduced to Holly Martins (Cotten), a failed writer of pulp fiction westerns
who has come to Vienna at the behest of an old friend, Harry Lime (Orson
Welles, unseen in all but less than fifteen minutes of actual screen time, most
of his scenes situated at the end of the picture). In fact, Reed had had some
initial difficulty convincing Welles to play the part of this unscrupulous
racketeer until the director pointed out its ‘Mr. Woo’ quality to Welles. Mr.
Woo had been a famous character in a Broadway play Welles had seen many years
before; the actor playing the part only glimpsed at the end of the performance,
but incessantly referenced throughout the play by the other characters on stage;
thereby building up the part to resemble a far meatier role than it actually was,
but leaving everyone to discuss it ad nauseam after the houselights had come
up.
Holly
eventually arrives at Harry’s apartment building, only to be informed by the
porter (Paul Hörbiger) that Lime has died; his friends gathering only moments
earlier to go to the cemetery for the burial. Holly goes to the grave site to
see for himself what has become of his old friend. There, he sees a motley crew
of mourners gathered around a headstone with Lime’s name on it; Baron' Kurtz
(Ernst Deutsch) and Dr. Winkel (Erich Ponto) mildly
alarmed to find this stranger in their midst. Also among the funeral-goers is
Anna Schmidt (Valli), Maj. Calloway (Trevor Howard) and his second in command,
Sgt. Paine (Bernard Lee). Never one to overlook a pretty face, Holly is
immediately struck by Anna’s strange beauty. He is dissuaded from pursuing the
matter further by Calloway’s offer of a ride back into town; Calloway wasting
no time taking advantage of Holly’s grief, getting him quietly drunk at a local
bar in order to glean information about his association with Harry Lime. When
Calloway suggests Lime was one of the worst racketeers in Vienna, Holly
attempts to defend his fallen friend’s honor. He is momentarily subdued by
Paine, but given vital funds by Calloway to remain overnight at the Hotel
Sacher, the British military fund also affording Holly enough cash to go back
home to America.
Believing foul
play was involved in Harry’s untimely demise – described as a benign car
accident on the street just outside his apartment – with the presence of a
‘third man’ whose identity cannot be substantiated, Holly elects instead to remain
in Vienna a while longer and research the case for himself. In this, he
encounters a bit of luck from Crabbin (Wilfrid Hyde-White), a rather spurious
cultural attaché, hoping to convince Holly to give a lecture about the American
novel to his colleagues by the end of the week. As Holly’s investigation
continues he is met by Baron Kurtz at the Mozart Café. Kurtz is really only interested
to know how much Holly knows about what has happened to Harry. But Holly is not
as naïve as all that, baiting the Baron to take him on a step-by-step walking
tour of the crime scene where Harry supposedly met his untimely fate. Listening
from the second story window, the Porter begs to differ with Kurtz’s account of
the ‘accident’; his wife hurriedly calling him away on the pretext he has a
very important phone call to make. Before ending their conversation, Kurtz had
leaked out information about a third man who helped carry Harry’s body from the
street – a Hungarian named Popescu (Siegfried Breuer), reported to have since
left Vienna for his homeland.
Holly tracks
down Anna Schmidt and after attending a performance at the theater, in which
she plays a winsome extra, he discovers the real Anna to be a more sober-minded
and forlorn woman of substance. Moreover, she truly loved Harry, although she
denies it to Holly. He promises to get to the bottom of things, the two returning
to Harry’s apartment; let in by the Porter to search for clues. Holly
challenges the Porter on the discrepancies between his and Kurtz’s accounts of
Harry’s death; the Porter growing nervous and angry, ordering Holly and Anna
from the room. Holly meets Popescu at the Casanova Club; the wily Hungarian
remaining very cryptic about his involvement. However, in investigating the
matter further, Holly recognizes the Baron’s dog at Dr. Winkel’s home and
suspects these two are conspiring in a diabolical cover-up. A short while
later, Holly returns to Harry’s apartment with Anna, only to be accused of the
Porter’s murder by his very young son (Herbert Halbik) who saw Holly bickering
with his father earlier in Harry’s apartment. Fleeing an angry mob, Holly is
taken by a chauffeur-driven car through a harrowing trek down Vienna’s moodily
lit streets, ending up at the book-review conference Cribbin arranged earlier.
Unprepared to deliver even a competent dissertation on the American novel,
Holly quickly loses face with the crowd gathered to hear his lecture. However, a
very different and threatening Popescu now emerges from the crowd to sinisterly
inquire whether Holly is working on a new book. When Holly pretends he just
might be, Popescu cryptically warns him to keep his distance.
Sometime
later, Anna and Holly return to her apartment, only to be confronted by Anna’s
landlady (Hedwig Bleibtreu), under siege from the international police
presently tearing apart Anna’s bedroom in search of her forged passport.
Calloway is marginally sympathetic. As a Czech exile living in Vienna under
false pretenses, Anna will surely be claimed by the Russians and sent back to
her homeland or worse. Holly begs Calloway to do something to stave off the
inevitable. Calloway callously reveals to Holly that Harry Lime was involved in
dealing black market penicillin, since resulting in hundreds of slow and
painful deaths. Holly refuses to believe it. Unable to rid himself of this
nagging reality, Holly now gets quietly drunk, chasing after a shadow in the
streets and coming face to face with none other than Harry Lime who is alive
and well, having faked his own death. After Harry disappears into the night
without a trace, Holly goes to Baron Kurtz’s apartment where he also discovers
Dr. Winkel.
Realizing these
two are in cahoots with Harry, probably hiding him upstairs at this very minute,
Holly orders Kurtz to send Harry out to the bombed out remnants of the Prater
Amusement Park across the street for a little tête-à-tête. In the resultant
conversation, mostly taking place inside a Ferris wheel car, Harry discloses an
unusually cynical contempt for humanity. This sickens Holly to his core. When
Holly reveals he has already made Calloway and Paine aware of the fact Harry faked
his own death, Harry briefly entertains the idea of doing away with Holly by
tossing him from the car. Holly calls Harry’s bluff, leading into the one
speech Orson Welles actually wrote for his character. In the intervening
decades, Welles would profess in interviews, with varying degrees of
embellishment, to having been the sole architect of his performance in the film
or, at the very least, the exclusive writer of his character’s dialogue. In
fact, neither is true. But Welles did contribute his inimitable spark of
brilliance to a bit of prose during this Ferris Wheel confrontation, as Harry
tries to convince Holly of the futility in caring about what happens to total
strangers. “Don't be so gloomy,”
Harry explains, “After all it's not that
awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they
had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo,
Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love
- 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo
clock!”
Holly agrees
to help Calloway catch Harry. However, later he backs out of this commitment
when Anna chides him for betraying a lifelong friendship. Holly is in love with
Anna by now, and gravely concerned what will become of her once the Russians
figure out her passport is a forgery. Electing to leave Vienna with his
disillusionment about Harry unresolved, Holly is instead driven by Calloway to
a hospital where some of the children Lime’s poisonous penicillin has maimed
and/or crippled are waiting to die. Director, Carol Reed gives us a profoundly
sobering substitute for all the hellish sites Holly is presumably forced to
witness at the hospital: a single tattered Teddy Bear being removed by a nurse
from the crib of a child who has died, callously tossed into a trunk full of
toys, presumably taken from other victims’ bedsides. Holly decides then and
there to help Calloway apprehend Harry at all costs. He sets up Anna, securing
her a passport to escape Vienna aboard a train; a deal made in trade for Holly
agreeing to help Calloway lure Harry out of hiding.
Anna figures
out the ruse ahead of time, misses her train; then, tries to warn Harry of the
set-up. With no time to plan his getaway, Harry hurries to the sewers, pursued
by Calloway, Holly, Paine and a small army of police. After some cloak and
dagger beneath the city, Paine is shot by Harry and Holly, picking up the
Paine’s discarded revolver, wounds Harry in the leg. In attempting his escape
to the surface, Harry and Holly come face to face for the last time; Harry
nodding his acceptance in defeat and hinting Holly should take his life rather
than face incarceration for his sins. In the original screenplay, a bit of
exchanged dialogue between Calloway and Holly was to have followed; Holly
confessing “I couldn’t stand his pain any
longer” adding to being unable to shed himself of the responsibility for
Harry’s mercy killing. Carol Reed wisely assessed that the moment required no
further exposition to ‘gild the lily’ and omitted this brief exchange from his
final edit. At Lime’s legitimate funeral, a virtual repeat of the burial that
began our story, Calloway ushers Holly into his car and drives for the airport.
The two pass Anna along the roadside, Holly urging Calloway to stop the car
ahead of her so their reconciliation can occur. Calloway reluctantly leaves
Holly to wait for Anna along the open road. But she cannot forgive him his
betrayal of the man they both once loved. She passes Holly and walks on ahead
without even acknowledging him.
The Third Man is a veritable potpourri of finely distinguished moments,
virtually all of them superbly photographed in B&W by Robert Krasker, his
camera perpetually askew to add a sense of visual disquiet to the unraveling
story line. When Selznick pre-screened Carol Reed’s cut in America he was not at
all pleased, electing to edit out eleven minutes, most of them showing Joseph
Cotten’s character in what Selznick would reconsidered a most unflattering
light. In point of fact, Holly Martins is a somewhat weak and ineffectual
‘hero’; indecisive about doing ‘the right thing’ because of his lifelong
friendship with the accused. Selznick believed this indecisiveness was
unbecoming of a star, much less a leading man in a major motion picture. It
also came under scrutiny with the then reigning protocol of Hollywood’s screen
censorship. Thus, scenes depicting
Holly’s drunkenness, as well as his internal struggle leading up to his
eventual decision to help Calloway, were foreshortened or cut out altogether to
bludgeon the effect. Even with
Selznick’s tinkering, The Third Man
proved as big a success in America as it had been all over Europe. It easily
took home the Palme d’Or at Cannes and was Oscar-nominated for Best Director
(though ironically, not Best Picture) in the U.S. – its only win, for Krasker’s
outstanding B&W cinematography.
Alas, awards
are a poor judge of enduring greatness in cinema art. That The Third Man has lasted for more than half a century since its release
is the more definitive proof of its expert craftsmanship both in front of and
behind the camera. Moreover, to date, The
Third Man continues to play twice a week inside the theater where it had
its Viennese premiere in 1949. And despite Selznick’s mismanaged marketing
campaign in America, where it was billed as the ‘first great motion picture of 1950’ but pre-sold to audiences as a
war-time romanticized weepy, The Third
Man nevertheless managed to garner praise and draw an audience on its own merits
as an astutely cynical commentary about post-war Europe; deprived of its
schmaltz and strudels and shown for the unflattering, decimated human tragedy
that had befallen it and would remain so for some years yet to follow. Viewed
today, the potency in Reed’s acidic realization of Graham Greene’s novel is
perhaps one of the very best literary adaptations of any book made into a movie.
In altering
the ending (in Greene’s book, Anna elects to walk off with Holly), Reed fed into
a more somber reality, faithful to the relationships between Holly and Anna,
and, Anna, in her enduringly dead passion for Harry Lime – left twice to grieve
for the deceased. The imperfectness of this final bittersweet farewell to two
men who have meant a great deal to Anna registers a world-weary contempt for
the war itself and, in the final analysis, lends The Third Man an incredibly satisfying proviso, worthy of its
moniker, as the greatest post-war thriller yet made. Will there be a more
worthy contender for this honor in the future. Who can say? But for now, The Third Man is decidedly worthy of
all the undulated praise heaped upon its reputation since 1949. It is the
perfect ‘imperfect’ movie; exquisitely
bottling and expressing post-war torment, remorse and disparagements heaped
upon the absurdities of life.
StudioCanal
has gone back to the drawing board for a brand new 4K scan of The Third Man in hi-def. Initially,
Criterion Home Video released The Third
Man on Blu-ray in North America. After this release fell out of print,
StudioCanal snatched up the rights to reissue Criterion’s 1080p transfer under
their own banner with different extra features, minus a lot of extra content,
but alas, sporting the same marginally flawed digital files used to remaster
the film. This brand new 4K offering is
region free, and, at least so far, exclusively available in Europe. Mercifully,
we are able to import it on this side of the Atlantic via Amazon.com. The improvements
are subtle but cumulatively result in a far more pleasing visual presentation
than either of the two aforementioned outings on Blu-ray. Prepare to be amazed
with these results: greater depth and a more nuanced grayscale with immaculate
tonality and contrast. Shadow definition takes a quantum leap forward, showing
off the nighttime footage to pristine effect. There remains some extremely mild
unevenness between fades, cuts and dissolves but the persistent flicker and light
warping, present in all previous home video incarnations, has been eradicated
from this presentation. Gone too is all age-related damage: debris, torn frames
and water marks. The audio has likewise been given a new clean-up, removing the
subtle hiss and pop present before and revealing a subtler clarity that will
surely satisfy. The results: a flawless, reference-grade disc to be snatched up
immediately by collectors and film lovers alike and worshiped forever
thereafter.
Extras have
all been ported over from previous editions, including an audio commentary,
famous fan featurette, and, new featurette on the restoration of the movie.
StudioCanal has also taken the time to secure the rights to ‘Shadowing
The Third Man’ – a 90min. documentary that was a part of the Criterion
release but never made the leap over to the first StudioCanal Blu-ray.
Featurettes on the zither, audio interviews with Joseph Cotten and Grahame
Greene, Cotten’s alternate opening monologue for the American release, and The Third Man radio broadcast are also
included for your viewing enjoyment. Bottom line: very highly recommended!
FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)
5+
VIDEO/AUDIO
5+
EXTRAS
5+
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