IVANHOE: Blu-ray (MGM, 1952) Warner Archive

At once, Sir Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe presented itself as both an ambitious, yet problematic venture for Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. It was, undeniably, the kind of sprawling and epic adventure Louis B. Mayer would have relished bringing to the screen during his glory years at the studio. Ditto for his VP in Charge of Production, Irving Thalberg. Alas, Thalberg had died in 1936, and Mayer, while still very much alive and kickin’ in 1952, the year of director, Richard Thorpe’s Technicolor reincarnation of Scott’s masterwork, had been ousted from power in 1950. So, bringing Ivanhoe to the screen as another finely wrought literary adaptation put forth by a studio uniformly known for such quality fell to the new guy in charge, Dore Schary – a rather ruthless producer who shared in none of the verve or vigilance for such a project. Not to fear. Schary knew just enough to realize he did not know everything about managing a super-structure like MGM in its prime. And thus, while much has been made, at least in hindsight, of Schary’s ‘divide and conquer’ strategy at the studio, pitting one camp against the other in his desire to re-make MGM over as a sort of high-profile RKO (the dying studio he left, but was successful in making B-budgeted message pictures and darkly purposed film noir – each an anathema to Metro’s uber-gloss and A-list, star-powered spectacles), he nevertheless continued to green-light costly projects like Ivanhoe, with the understanding the craftsman behind them understood implicitly how best to bring about an artistic achievement that would undeniably make him a lot of money. In this, Schary had nothing to fear. Ivanhoe proved a blockbuster.

Sir Walter Scott’s novel…or rather – novels – Ivanhoe, published in three volumes in 1819, has oft been described as a lyrical chef-d'oeuvre of 12th century romanticism. In it, Scott’s familiar milieu of ancient Scotland gets jettisoned in favor of a tale set in the ‘then’ recent past of England’s Middle Ages – the times brought roaringly to life with Scott’s inimitable ability to paint a picture in the mind’s eye of fancifully medieval, chivalrous tournaments, daring do by outlaws and a witch’s trial, and yet, with a more serious political underlay to exorcise the divisions between Jews and Christians. Aside: ironically, while the story has nothing to do with Scotland, the MGM movie would shoot whole scenes there, mimicking the English countryside. Scott’s depiction of Richard the Lionheart, King John, and Robin Hood established the templates for their iconography, to outlive the stories told herein and linger in historical context to this very day. Scott, badly ailing at the time of conception, dictated much of the first volume to John Ballantyne and William Laidlaw as his copyists. He then recovered sufficiently to put pen to paper for the rest, drawing on three major works from Joseph Strutt, in addition to other texts by historians, Robert Henry and Sharon Turner, and, translations from French author, André Favine, with a splash of Chaucer factored in for good measure. Scott was to revisit Ivanhoe with some major revisions in 1829. Putting it mildly, as a novel(s) – Ivanhoe was immense and proved immensely satisfying with readers.

Thus, to do it justice, the screenplay by Æneas MacKenzie, Noel Langley, and blacklisted writer, Marguerite Roberts – to have her name expunged from the credits as a suspected communist/sympathizer – could do and be no less. And while Dore Schary certainly saw the box office appeal of such a costly venture, he was also weary of the investment necessary to transform Scott’s sprawling classic into a viable motion picture with glamor as well as guts. In the back of his mind was Quo Vadis (1951) – the uber-glossy Roman spectacle to ‘then’ end all spectacles; green-lit under Mayer’s waning auspices, and directed by Mervyn Leroy with all the gusto of a master builder. Alas, even given its pre-sold title and monumental popularity, with lines forming at five-thirty in the morning for tickets, cost overruns in Rome had made Quo Vadis less than profitable at the box office.  MGM’s standing edict, of “do it big, do it well and give it class” was therefore not supported in dollars, the only sovereign coin of the realm in Hollywood then, as now. In the ole days, Mayer still would have chalked Quo Vadis in the ‘win’ column of checks and balances for its artistry and prestige leant the studio, making Metro product ‘on the whole’ even more popular with the paying public. But Schary was not interested in what profits might be had ‘in totem’. He cared even less for ‘prestige’ unless every picture was its own profit center in the here and now. To be fair, Schary was toiling at MGM during the first pangs of financial entrenchment. Increasingly, the skyrocketing costs of managing daily operations had to be reconciled with Loewe’s Incorporated top brass and its stockholders’ expectations for instant profits on its ledgers and dividends to be paid out shortly thereafter.  So, Ivanhoe was hardly ‘a sure thing’.

It was, however, a picture very much blessed to cull its inspiration from Schary’s decision to shoot abroad in authentic locations and at MGM’s British Studios in Borehamwood, thereby cutting down the need to build lavishly appointed exteriors to simulate the real thing. To hedge his bets, Schary also allowed producer, Pandro S. Berman his blank check, to pick from MGM’s formidable roster of A-list talent, including Robert Taylor, Elizabeth Taylor, Joan Fontaine, George Sanders, Emlyn Williams, Finlay Currie, and Felix Aylmer. The success of Ivanhoe would secure director, Thorpe’s ability to shoot two un-official follow-ups in England as well: Knights of the Round Table (1953) and The Adventures of Quentin Durward (1955) – only the first was profitable, both were photographed in Cinemascope.  In telescoping Scott’s epic into a manageable motion picture, MacKenzie, Langley, and Roberts made some major revisions to the story, though – ironically – never to hinder the overall flavor of the piece. Gone: the characters of Gurth the Swineherd, Athelstane of Coningsburgh, Ulrica of Torquilstone, Lucas Beaumanoir - Grand Master of the Templars and Prior Aymer of Jorvaulx.  The cinematic Ivanhoe (Robert Taylor etching towards the end of his prime) partakes of the siege at Torquilstone Castle – a substitute for King Richard, who does not appear until the very end – and, rather violently dispenses with two Normans, the first, whom he stabs, the second, done away with his crossbow. Scott’s protagonist did nothing of the sort. Also, owing to Beaumanoir’s absence, Rebecca is now tried and sentenced by Prince John, not the Templars, of whom no reference is actually made in this movie. The enemy, De Bois-Guilbert is presented as a Norman knight, one of Prince John’s mercenaries, later to be killed by Ivanhoe. In Scott’s book, De Bois-Guilbert dies of natural causes.

Otherwise, Ivanhoe – the movie – stays fairly close to its source material. After the flowing strains of another superbly rendered main title by composer, Miklós Rózsa, our story begins with the suspicious disappearance of Richard the Lionheart (Norman Wooland) – the Norman King of England, while returning from his Crusades. One of his knights, the Saxon Wilfred of Ivanhoe (Robert Taylor), searches for the King, only to discover he is being held captive by Leopold of Austria for a sizable ransom. The King’s traitorous brother, Prince John (Guy Rolfe), knows this, but is quite content to allow Richard to rot in prison while he comfortably assumes the throne. Masquerading as a minstrel, Ivanhoe meets Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert (George Sanders) and Sir Hugh de Bracy (Robert Douglas), a pair of corrupt princes who share in Prince John’s efforts to remain on the throne. Ivanhoe guides the Norman party to his ancestral home, Rotherwood, governed by his father, Cedric the Saxon (Finlay Currie), who coolly welcomes them. Skulking off to the bed chamber of Cedric’s ward, Lady Rowena (Joan Fontaine) Ivanhoe and the lady share in a passionate kiss. Now, Ivanhoe secretly pleads with his father to raise the ransom to free Richard. Alas, Cedric wants no part of this plot. As Ivanhoe prepares to depart, Cedric’s jester, Wamba (Emlyn Williams) begs to be taken along and is made a squire in Ivanhoe’s service. Sometime later, Ivanhoe and Wamba rescue Isaac of York (Felix Aylmer) from Norman soldiers, escorting the old man to his estate in Sheffield. Unbeknownst to Isaac, his daughter, the sultry Rebecca (Elizabeth Taylor) gives Ivanhoe jewels to buy a horse and armor for an important jousting tournament at Ashby.

Attending the tournament is Prince John. His Norman juggernaut, fronted by de Bois-Guilbert, de Bracy, Front de Boeuf (Francis De Wolff), Philip de Malvoisin (Patrick Holt) and Ralph de Vipont (Roderick Lovell) defeat all Saxon aspirations for victory. But then, a Saxon knight appears, sheathed entirely in black to conceal his identity and refusing to give his name. Instead, he challenges all five Normans and, much to Prince John’s chagrin, dispenses with Malvoisin, Vipont and Front de Boeuf in short order. Ivanhoe then salutes Rebecca, the girl’s raven beauty immediately to catch Bois-Guilbert’s eye. Now, Ivanhoe bests Bracy, but is seriously wounded in the shoulder.  Both Cedric and Robin Hood (Harold Warrender) recognize the true identity of the Black Knight who, in his final bout against Bois-Guilbert is felled from his horse, carried off the field and tended to by Rebecca. Ivanhoe is ushered into the woods by Robin Hood. But the other Saxons, including Cedric, en route to York, are captured and taken to the castle of Front de Boeuf. In exchange for his father’s freedom, Ivanhoe surrenders.  And while Bois-Guilbert initially agreed to such terms, he reneges almost immediately and imprisons both men in his castle.  Robin Hood’s men storm the ramparts. Front de Boeuf forces Wamba to his death as the castle is engulfed in flames – a murder avenged by Ivanhoe who slays de Boeuf.   Bois-Guilbert retreats, using Rebecca as his human shield. But de Bracy is taken when he attempts to do the same with Rowena.

Having collected their ransom, Isaac is faced with a cruel decision, either to free King Richard or Rebecca, on whom Prince John has set a bounty of 100,000 marks. Isaac chooses his King over his daughter. While Cedric sets off for Austria to pay the ransom, Ivanhoe vows to liberate Rebecca, condemned at trial as a witch and slated to be burned at the stake. Ivanhoe challenges this verdict, petitioning the right to ‘wager of battle.’ Prince John elects Bois-Guilbert as his champion. Alas, Bois-Guilbert, still very much smitten with Rebecca, implores her to reconsider. He would forfeit the battle and his reputation in return for her love. She, however, spurns his offer, explaining, “We are all in God’s hands, sir knight.” During the duel, Ivanhoe is unhorsed, but manages to pull Bois-Guilbert down from his mount. Mortally wounded, Bois-Guilbert confides in Rebecca it is he who has always loved her - not Ivanhoe. A sober Rebecca confesses as much to Rowena. The newly liberated King Richard arrives to reclaim his throne. Begrudgingly, Prince John relinquishes the crown, kneeling before his brother. But Richard now calls upon all his people to rise, not as Normans or Saxons, but Englishmen – united for the common good.

Ivanhoe is a memorable tale of knights and their ladies fair, of gallantry on the march, and of such a romantic vein that, alas, today, it is mostly regarded as a quaint relic about another time, from an entirely different epoch in the picture-making biz. Outside of Borehamwood, production shot in and around Scotland’s Doune Castle and Ashridge Forest, Herts and Bucks. The performances here are all of the A-list Hollywood elite class, with the two Taylors – Bob and Liz – being the obvious standouts. Robert Taylor – born Spangler Arlington Brugh in 1911 - and once to have been considered a major heartthrob in the movies, at age 41, has lost the bloom of his youth here, replaced by a more sober middle-age approach to his acting; a little long in the tooth to play the noble stud of this piece. Elizabeth Taylor, age 20 and therefore in her prime, is a luminous Rebecca. Retrospectively, it is inconceivable Ivanhoe would prefer Joan Fontaine’s placid platinum creature to Taylor’s stunningly handsome beauty. Also, in hindsight, Miklós Rózsa's score, to earn him both Academy Award and Golden Globe nominations, seems to foreshadow his monumental work on 1959’s Ben-Hur. Alas, the composer was unimpressed by Hollywood’s handling of what he regarded as a personal literary favorite, referring to Scott’s original novel for his inspiration. Rózsa drew much of his strengths from authentic 12th century music, even re-introducing a ballad reportedly composed by Richard the Lionhearted, melded into his central theme.

In the end, Ivanhoe proved to be the box office titan MGM was anticipating. For its opening weekend, Ivanhoe actually set a new record at New York’s Radio City Music Hall, grossing $177,000. Just 39 days later, the picture also set a new record for any MGM release to date, with a whopping $1,310,590 at the box office. When the final tallies were in, Ivanhoe had managed to rake in $5,810,000 domestically, and, another $5,086,000 in foreign, showing a profit of $2,762,000 on the ledgers – easily, one of the biggest and brightest money-makers of that year. Critically, Ivanhoe received a fairly warm reception – AMPAS nominating it for Best Picture, cinematography, music and scoring. Director, Thorpe was overlooked here, but received a nod from the Directors Guild of America. Justly compared, in quality and scope, to the Shakespearean achievements of Sir Laurence Olivier, Ivanhoe today stands as yet another testament to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer – a studio built on consistently achieving peerless perfection. Mayer, then nursing his wounds after having been ousted from power, could nevertheless take immense pride in the craftsman he had established during his reign, among the finest in their respective fields, and more than capable of sojourning on with a passion for quality still coursing through their veins, even after his departure.

Ivanhoe arrives on Blu-ray via the Warner Archive and…stop me if you’ve heard this one before (because, on this blog you probably have) but the results of WAC’s due diligence here have resurrected the Technicolor brilliance of a bygone era. Ivanhoe’s 3-strip color leaps from the screen with a saturation and clarity that will positively blow you away. The work being done at Warner Brothers to preserve, restore and remaster the old MGM catalog goes well beyond any expectations and, in fact, represents the pinnacle of hi-def authoring. There really is not another competitor out there to take such care and time to ensure such optimal results are being consistently achieved. Contrast here is uniformly excellent. Drawing on original camera elements, the recombined Technicolor image is razor-sharp and subtly refined. Even process shots featuring rear-projection look healthier here. You are going to love this one. The 2.0 DTS mono audio adequately captures the original Westrex recording. MGM’s sound mixers were craftsmen of the highest order. Ivanhoe sounds as good as it looks, thanks again to WAC doing some very heavy lifting to reform and cancel out all of the age-related past indiscretions time has baked into these classic movies. Wow – and thank you! Ivanhoe on Blu-ray looks more like a genuine dye-transfer print than a disc, with color fidelity, resolution and contrast combined into a miraculous/gorgeous video presentation you cannot afford to miss. One of the highlights of the Christmas season, and, in fact, 2021. Buy today, treasure forever! What are you waiting for?!?

FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)

4.5

VIDEO/AUDIO

5+

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