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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Babi Yar. Context












 





Dina Pronicheva





Director Sergei Loznitsa











Babi Yar. Context                   B                                                                                           Ukraine  Netherlands  (121 mi)  2021  d: Sergei Loznitsa

In Ukraine there are no Jews. Nowhere - not in Poltava, Kharkov, Kremenchug, Borispol, not in Iagotin.  You will not see the black, tear-filled eyes of a little girl, you will not hear the sorrowful drawling voice of an old woman, you will not glimpse the swarthy face of a hungry child in a single city or a single one of hundreds of thousands of shtetls [small towns].

Stillness. Silence. A people has been murdered.

Murdered are elderly artisans, well-known masters of trades: tailors, hatmakers, shoemakers, tinsmiths, jewellers, housepainters, furriers, bookbinders; murdered are workers: porters, mechanics, electricians, carpenters, furnace workers, locksmiths; murdered are wagon drivers, tractor drivers, chauffeurs, cabinet makers; murdered are millers, bakers, pastry chefs, cooks; murdered are doctors, therapists, dentists, surgeons, gynecologists; murdered are experts in bacte-riology and biochemistry, directors of university clinics, teachers of history, algebra, trigonometry; murdered are lecturers, department assistants, candidates and doctors of science; murdered are engineers, metallurgists, bridge builders, architects, ship builders; murdered are pavers, agronomists, field-crop growers, land surveyors; murdered are accountants, bookkeepers, store merchants, suppliers, managers, secretaries, night guards; murdered are teachers, dressmakers; murdered are grandmothers who could mend stockings and bake delicious bread, who could cook chicken soup and make strudel with walnuts and apples; and murdered are grandmothers who didn’t know how to do anything except love their children and grandchildren; murdered are women who were faithful to their husbands, and murdered are frivolous women; murdered are beautiful  young women, serious students and happy schoolgirls; murdered are girls who were unattractive and foolish; murdered are hunchbacks; murdered are singers; murdered are blind people; murdered are deaf and mute people; murdered are violinists and pianists; murdered are three- year-old and two-year-old children; murdered are eighty- year-old elders who had cataracts in their dimmed eyes, cold transparent fingers and quiet, rustling voices like parchment; murdered are crying newborns who were greedily sucking at their mothers’ breasts until their final moments. All are murdered, many hundreds of thousands, millions of people.

This is not the death of armed people during the war… This is the murder of a people…of a people’s soul and body. An entire people murdered.

Ukraine without Jews, by Vasily Grossman, 1943, (PDF) Vasily Grossman - Ukraine without Jews (excerpt)

A unique exploration of history, where the director combines the public and private archives in Russia, Germany, and Ukraine, working with the Russian State Archive of Film and Photo documents in Krasnogorsk (RGAKFD), with the Bundesarchiv in Berlin, with several regional archives in Germany, with the Ukrainian State Archive in Kiev and with private archives, including footage from soldiers on the front lines, reels from Die Deutsche Wochenschau, the Nazi propaganda news bulletin that was produced in Germany and distributed throughout the territory occupied by the Third Reich, as well as the help of the Babi Yar Holocaust Memorial Center, the aim of this documentary is to “plunge the viewer into the atmosphere of the time.”  Yet the origins feel more personal, as Ukrainian director Sergei Loznitsa grew up in Kiev and went to school there, not far from the Babi Yar ravine, but had no knowledge of what happened there, declaring “Even though I grew up close to Babyn Yar and to the old Jewish cemetery, which was completely destroyed, and as a child I stumbled across the Jewish tombstones many times during my walks, my parents were very reluctant to answer my questions on the subject.”  We now know that on September 29–30, 1941, in a large ravine in Kiev known as Babi Yar, the Nazis slaughtered more Jews in two days than in any other single German massacre, killing 33,771 Jews.  In total, from September 29, 1941, until October 1943, the Nazi forces, with no interference from local residents, killed nearly 100,000 people at Babi Yar.  Nazi authorities banned photo and film cameras from the places of mass executions, however through the use of archival footage, it is possible to reconstruct the surrounding circumstances of what happened.  With the troubling rise of xenophobic far-right groups in Europe, the unlearned lessons of history and the growing seeds of hate and resentment make this time we’re living in dangerous and extremely precarious times.  For instance, less known even to practiced historians is that fact that as many as 500,000 to a million former Soviet citizens were living in Ukraine and actually joined the Third Reich in fighting against the Red Army, as they were hoping the Germans would deliver them from Stalin.  With that in mind, the assembled footage is presented with no narration or talking heads, instead there is frequent use of introductory intertitles that place each historical setting in context, opening with “June 1941. Soviet Ukraine” as bomb blasts are dropped on the city of Lviv, the largest of the westernmost cities of the Ukraine, demolishing a bridge while targeting supply dumps and airfields, as Nazi troops are seen riding in diesel-powered Panzer tanks, rumbling motorcycles, and even horse-drawn vehicles as they move their artillery units in and begin to occupy the town, where a mass square is filled with POW soldiers, the first attack in Operation Barbarossa, a German plan to destroy the Soviet Union.  The city is surrounded by plumes of smoke, while dead bodies are strewn everywhere.  The Soviets left behind murdered prisoners, as corpses lay on the ground swarmed by flies, with bystanders, including many children, stopping to stare, yet Jews are blamed with collaborating with the enemy, ordered to line up by the prison and carry out the bodies, with Nazi soldiers going house to house setting them ablaze, with some seen in the foreground drinking in a celebratory mode, exacly as depicted in Elem Klimov’s Come and See (Idi i smotri) (1985), while citizens are seen bringing flowers to the tanks, openly welcoming them while destroying the posters of Stalin, replacing them with posters of “Hitler, the Liberator,” as children are seen fighting for hand-sized Swastika flags on sticks.    

Using only found and restored archival footage, mostly black and white, the film images were restored by Jonas Zagorskas, a colorist and VFX artist, who colorized some of the images, with Vladimir Golovnitski adding an innovative sound design, adding aural effects and even dubbing voices to what is otherwise silent footage.  Throughout, people inevitably stare at the camera as they walk by, as there are endless scenes of troop movements lugging heavy equipment across muddy terrain, including lines of captured POW Soviet troops walking along in single file, yet there are also lines and lines of soldiers marching, so massive that one wonders where they all sleep, as there couldn’t possibly be adequate accommodations for either group.  Even for prisoners, where could you possibly hold them all?  As it turns out, what we see is unfathomable, a giant expanse of people packed together like sardines for as far as the eye can see, where the number of Red Army POW’s was actually 600,000, most dying of starvation as the Nazis never made provisions to feed them.  A small number of about 10,000 were released if a family member came present and they signed a document swearing to never fight against Germany again, as the films shows scenes of recently freed Ukrainian POW’s being processed, greeted briefly by their smiling wives who take them home.  Yet it’s scenes not normally seen that stand out, like women trying the clean the bodies of the dead with branches and brooms, or hideous footage of people being pulled from their homes and beaten with sticks, stripped naked and paraded through the streets by their neighbors, some dragged by their hair, long lines of trenches are dug, mostly by women, apparently to bury the dead.  By the time the Nazis get to Kiev, there are more explosions, as several days after the Germans took control of the city remote-controlled explosives were detonated by the Soviets, who mined the central streets and planted the bombs, causing mass destruction and many civilian casualties, as buildings burned for days, leaving 25,000 people homeless, drawing the ire of the Nazis who again accused Jews of collaborating with the enemy, posting an ominous public order in Russian, Ukrainian, and German language:  

All Yids of the city of Kiev and its vicinity must appear on Monday, 29 September, by 8 o’clock in the morning at the corner of Mel’nikova and Dokterivskaya streets (near the Jewish Viis’kove cemetery).  Bring documents, money and valuables, and also warm clothing, linen, etc.  Any Yids who do not follow this order and are found elsewhere will be shot.  Any civilians who enter the dwellings left by Yids and appropriate the things in them will be shot.

Expecting 5 or 6,000, nearly 34,000 reported under the false belief they would be resettled, and were taken to the Babi Yar ravine on the outskirts of town where one by one they were systematically stripped, giving up their luggage, then their coats, shoes, clothing and underwear, leaving their valuables in a designated place, before being led into the ravine in groups of ten where they were gunned down by SS police battalions and units of the Ukrainian auxiliary police, who actually walked among the corpses shooting anyone still breathing.  According to testimony afterwards, they were made to lie down on top of Jews who had already been shot, with bodies placed atop bodies, covering them with a layer of dirt at the end of the night before commencing again the next day.  According to some reports, many were still alive after the shootings, but were in a state of shock, where as many as 10% may have died from suffocation under all the other dead bodies.  As there is no existing footage, still shots are shown of half-buried bodies, discarded coats and a pile of boots and shoes, and a prosthetic leg left behind while an extensive passage of Vasily Grossman’s eloquent memorium Ukraine without Jews is read, (PDF) Vasily Grossman - Ukraine without Jews.  While there may have been some who risked their lives by helping the Jews, thousands of others remained indifferent to their fate, becoming preoccupied with dividing the remaining Jewish property amongst themselves.  What’s truly appalling is the widespread infestation of anti-Semitism, as neighbors reported on their neighbors, acted as informants, and provided lists of residents to the Nazis.  Even after the massacre, a few remaining invalids and elderly Jews who were too frail to walk to Babi Yar were hunted down by the local residents, dragged out of their homes and stoned to death.  Incredibly the locals did this on their own initiative, without any German involvement.  Afterwards local newspapers celebrated, printing the bold headline “Kiev is liberated from oriental barbarians, finally a new life begins,” while the following month they held a big parade, a chillingly indifferent response to the extermination of tens of thousands of people, as life, for all practical purposes, went on as normal.  Despite centuries of Ukrainians and Jews living peacefully together, the extermination of Jews in Lubny, Poltava, Kharkov, Kremchug, Borispol and Lugotin among others, continued shortly afterwards with no public interference.  There is some question about Ukrainian complicity, as Ukrainian nationalists at the time were looking for an independent state protected by the German army, unaware that the Germans planned to kill them as well, but the Nazi priority was to exterminate all the Jews first, Poles and Ukrainians would come afterwards.

The war on the Eastern Front began to take a turn in 1943 when Soviet troops reclaimed Kiev, with Hitler posters once again replaced by Stalin, though by this time the war-weary citizens were too overwhelmed by the exhaustion of war to present flowers to the returning Red Army soldiers, instead they were met with a tired resignation, yet a massive public celebration was held in the town square to promote a united Poland, Ukraine, and Russia behind the Soviet banner.  International journalists, including Americans, traveled to the site of the Babi Yar massacre where details of the atrocity were presented, including an attempted cover-up, as Nazis forced Russian war prisoners to dig up the bodies and burn them in an attempt to conceal the evidence, building two-storied funeral pyres, cremating 1500 bodies with each operation, taking nearly 3 days to burn completely, a process that went on for 40 days.  Afterwards the Nazis turned on those prisoners, spraying them with machine gunfire, yet a dozen out of more than 200 managed to escape.  Actual court testimony is presented in the war crimes tribunals that followed the war, including one woman witness Osmachko who escaped execution in Kharkov by lying in a pile of corpses for eight long hours without moving while the massacre continued all around her, even as soldiers walked around the pit with machine guns searching to shoot anyone showing signs of life, yet none was more riveting than Dina Pronicheva, Testimony of Dina Pronicheva about the Annihilation of the Jews in Babi Yar on September 29-30, 1941, a Soviet Jewish actress from the Kiev Puppet Theatre, who tore up her identity card and claimed she was not Jewish, that she was only there to accompany someone else to the site, but Nazis ordered her death anyway, wanting to eliminate all witnesses, marching her to the ravine, stripping her naked, then as she was about to be shot she jumped onto the pile of corpses and played dead, remaining completely still as the shooting continued all day, with bodies falling all around her, finally covered by a layer of dirt, when she became more afraid of being buried alive than being shot, so she climbed her way out of the massive pit of corpses and a layer of earth, up the side of the ravine and crawled to safety under cover of darkness.  She is among 29 known survivors of Babi Yar, and related her story to Soviet author Anatoly Kuznetsov whose novel Babi Yar was published in 1966, where hardcover copies have been out of print for decades.  Additional court testimony was provided by one of the Nazi sharpshooters, SS Officer Hans Isenmann, whose testimony is brutal, exposing the methodical nonchalance in revealing just how mechanical the entire process is to organize a massacre, expressing no emotion, simply repeating established procedures, exhibiting no regard for human life.  After hearing various testimonies, the director provides rare and macabre footage of the public execution by hanging of 13 Nazi officers in Kiev’s Kalinin Square for “atrocities against the Soviet people,” among them Hans Isenmann.  The square is completely packed by a massive outpouring of 200,000 people completely filling the screen, with Jeeps pulling them into their designated spaces with nooses placed around their necks, and then the Jeeps move away, leaving them dangling in the breeze.  It’s a horrific sight any way you want to look at it, primitive and grotesque, as if that barbaric act can actually eradicate evil from our midst.  About 1.4 million Jews were murdered just in the Ukraine alone, so the execution of a handful of men hardly suffices, but wartime is an entirely different mindset, where this massive extermination of Jews is unprecedented in human history. 

Stalin discouraged placing any emphasis on the Jewish aspect of the Babi Yar tragedy and instead presented these atrocities as crimes committed against the Soviet people, so under the Soviet occupation there was no mention of Jewish genocide at Babi Yar.  Even more astonishing, in 1952 the city council voted to turn the Babi Yar ravine into a reservoir for liquid industrial waste from a nearby brick factory, erecting box-like multistoried apartment buildings nearby, with workers seen wearing no protective covering, standing knee-deep in the industrial waste, and can be seen spreading the waters into the ravine.  The film ends without revealing that after years of filling the ravine with sewage and waste, it eventually ruptured and flooded the city, killing over a thousand people.  Also not mentioned, several attempts were made to erect a memorial commemorating the fate of the Jewish victims, but all attempts were overruled until after Stalin died and was finally denounced by the Party in 1961, when Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko wrote a poem after visiting the site, searching for a sign, a tombstone, some kind of historical marker, but found nothing, so his poem begins with the line, “No monument stands over Babi Yar,” Babi Yar By Yevgeni Yevtushenko - The Holocaust History, a line repeated in Shostakovich’s commemorative 13th Symphony entitled Babi Yar, Shostakovich - Symphony n°13 - Moscow PO / Kondrashin 1962 YouTube (56:35), which is structured around the narrative of the poem.  An official memorial to Soviet citizens shot at Babi Yar was erected in 1976, but it wasn’t until after the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991 that the Ukrainian government finally allowed a separate memorial specifically identifying the Jewish victims.  It took until the 75th anniversary before a broad international coalition gathered to announce the 5-year plan to construct the Babi Yar Holocaust Memorial Center in Kiev, which proposes to build a $100 million complex of museums, research centers, works of art, and open-air audio and visual exhibits on more than 320 acres of land.  Yet for all the publicity surrounding the event, there is still ample evidence of anti-Semitism in Ukraine, as anti-Semitic literature is regularly sold on Independence Square in Kiev, the symbolic center of the Orange Revolution, while a pro-Nazi group handed out anti-Semitic fliers at the Babi Yar event, and even Swastika graffiti could be seen entering the walkway to the Jewish Babi Yar memorial, as the filled-in ravine is now a park surrounded by urban sprawl.  Loznitsa attended the Russian State Institute of Cinematography (VGIK, the celebrated Russian film school) at the same time as Ilya Khrzhanovskiy, the director of the epic and ever evolving DAU (2019) series of films and art installations about life in the Soviet Union.  Khrzhanovskiy is an associate producer of the film, also one of the people that urged Loznitsa to make this film, while also serving as the artistic director of the Babi Yar Holocaust Memorial Center.  While this is a unique understanding of history, it’s also difficult viewing, with the director relying upon intertitles much more than usual, which still leaves viewers on their own, swamped with historical content, often unaware of just what it is we’re seeing, as the mixed archival content often changes and confuses the narrative.  For instance, multiple early sequences show massive lines of soldiers, yet it’s hard to tell who they are, which side they are on, or whether they are advancing or retreating, a sequence of Ukrainian women digging a ditch is unclear if they are being forced to do this, or why, also in the trial testimony they edited war crimes at Babi Yar with atrocities occurring in other areas, which was not immediately apparent.  Overall this can feel a bit overwhelming.  It’s a bit ironic that the word context is in the title, as without any explanation, context is often precisely what’s missing, despite elaborate measures to assemble footage in a comprehensible fashion.  Much in the same vein as Romanian Radu Jude’s I Don't Care if We Go Down in History as Barbarians (Îmi este indiferent daca în istorie vom intra ca barbari) (2018), these filmmakers are holding their own countrymen accountable for what happened during the war, yet they’re viewed as elitists among the intelligentsia, as the majority of the modern era populace would prefer to overlook the incriminating details, opening the door for more far-right nationalists to push hate speech among their xenophobic rhetoric, as neo-Nazi organizations are now considered commonplace.  While this film is like an anguishing cry in the dark, one has to wonder whether anyone is listening.   

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Meet Me in St. Louis



 



























Director Vincente Minnelli on the set with Judy Garland















MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS            A                                                                                         USA  (113 mi)  1944  d:  Vincente Minnelli

You could say Meet Me in St. Louis was terribly sentimental, but it actually tapped into something primal, almost like a fairy tale.  Everything is perfect there, and we all desperately want the perfect family, the perfect house.  And it doesn’t seem arch or false because it’s done with such sincerity and passion.     —Terence Davies, British film director

I don’t want to be just introduced to him.  I want it to be something strange and romantic and something I’ll always remember!    —Esther Smith (Judy Garland)

Among the greatest musicals ever made, AFI listed it at #10, AFI's 100 YEARS OF MUSICALS | American Film Institute, capturing the same turn-of-the century nostalgia as Welles’ The Magnificent Ambersons (1942), revealing the end of an era before the arrival of the automobile, suggesting times were simpler then, less cluttered and complicated, with most activities generated around the family home.  Released at the height of World War II, during a time when most of the news from the front was not pleasant, with food, gas, and clothing rationed, where for almost four years the U.S. military personnel suffered an average of 800 casualties per day, with 300 of them reported dead.  The American public at the time craved entertainment that distracted them from the incessant drumbeat of war, with this particular film reminding servicemen abroad what was waiting for them back home, creating an idyllic portrait of a happy middle-class family living in St. Louis in 1903, just months before the opening of the World’s Fair, otherwise known as the Louisiana Purchase Exposition, where the film highlights a time when all the drama is centered around the lives of the children.  What’s particularly noticeable is the powerlessness of women, as only men have jobs and a college education, controlling all the lucrative sources of income, while the role of women, just as it was in the era of Louisa May Alcott’s mid 19th century Little Women (2019), was to find a suitable husband, as a woman’s only means of support was through her husband.  Accordingly, the two older sisters spend the entire film searching for available husbands.  Opening with a different postcard image for each of the four seasons, which magically springs to life, it begins in the sweltering heat of the summer of 1903 (extending to the spring of 1904), with plenty of commotion surrounding the family dinner, wondering if the home-made ketchup is too sweet or too tart, with everyone offering their differing views, with Katie the maid (Marjorie Main) getting more testy with each opinion.  But from the outset, a fluid rhythm is established, as one by one all the children arrive home from their daily activities, each with their own stories to tell, all humming or singing the film’s theme song, and within minutes viewers are completely familiar with the goings-on inside the family home, Meet Me in St. Louis Opening Scene - Judy Garland YouTube (3:47).  Adapted from a short story by Sally Benson published in the New Yorker magazine entitled 5135 Kensington, the family address, there’s really not much of a story to speak of, more of an ensemble character piece, where the father (Leon Ames) at one point announces that he’s been promoted, heading a division of lawyers in New York, with the whole family moving shortly after Christmas.  Rather than the typical excitement he expected, everyone breaks out into tears, as their busy lives will be rudely disrupted, separated from relationships and friends, where they’ll even miss the World’s Fair.  Particularly devastated by the decision are two daughters, Esther (Judy Garland), the second oldest, who develops a romance with the boy next door, John Truett (Tom Drake, who was gay in real life, causing some degree of friction on the set, as an offscreen romance with Garland quickly fizzled out), and Tootie (Margaret O’Brien), the youngest, filled with morbid imaginings, burying her dolls in the garden after inflicting them with imaginary fatal illnesses (“It’ll take me at least a week to dig up all my dolls in the cemetery”), yet who’s become accustomed to countless childhood traditions, but always as the youngest, wanting to grow into an expanded role, surrounded by friends and family (and dolls and snowmen), while also affecting the respective romantic entanglements of older sister Rose (Lucille Bremer) and brother Lon (Henry H. Daniels Jr.), while no one asks the opinion of grandpa (Henry Davenport).  While she’s not too keen on the idea either, the only level-headed response is his wife (Mary Astor), who calmly sits down at the piano and starts playing (after most have fled upstairs aghast at the thought), with her husband eagerly joining in (the dubbed voice is actually producer Arthur Freed), singing the pacifying duet “You and I,” You and I (duet) Meet Me In St. Louis YouTube (3:53), as one by one all the distraught family members return downstairs and gather around as they come to realize they still have each other, which is the essential family ingredient, hoping everything else will just take care of itself.  By the time Christmas rolls around, however, the sadness evidenced in the family household is just too much, with the father changing his mind, deciding to stay in St. Louis, as after all, it’s their home.  Continuing a prevailing theme, anyone who’s ever watched Judy Garland in THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) already realizes “There’s no place like home.”

It’s important to mention Arthur Freed, the Tin Pan Alley songwriter turned producer whose famed unit at MGM helped reinvent the movie musical in the 40’s, basically setting the gold standard.  Judy Garland signed with MGM Studios at the age of 13, already a professional, performing in vaudeville with two of her siblings in The Gumm Sisters since the age of 2, but it was the studio that was largely blamed for Garland’s addiction to pills and booze, though her mother actually introduced her to amphetamine pep pills to keep her awake for late-night shows, then alcohol or barbituates to help her sleep afterwards.  Her big break was the lead role in THE WIZARD OF OZ when Garland was only 16, but she was constantly overworked by the studio with hopes of turning her into a superstar, promoting her as a triple threat, able to sing, act, and dance, yet behind the scenes were constant rumblings about not being pretty, constantly subjected to unwanted pressures about her looks, ordered to go on diets with regularity, where she was never viewed as a glamor girl, with studio head Louis B. Mayer referring to her as his “little hunchback.”  Finally turning 21, Garland was done playing child roles and wanted to play an adult, and was initially adamantly against her role in this film, but it was the director Vincente Minnelli who insisted, believing the role needed a certain maturity, in particular vulnerability, as she’s a bridge between childhood and adulthood, offering her a chance to showcase her beauty, where the camera’s love affair with her eyes is unforgettable, perhaps never looking so alluring, yet also needing the skill to dramatically perform the songs, which she could easily handle, introducing three songs that remained associated with her for the rest of her career, the a joyously upbeat “The Trolley Song,” the epitome of a young woman’s yearning for love in “The Boy Next Door,” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” an extraordinarily tender rendition that just reverberates with sadness and heartache, where it’s hard to keep a dry eye in the house.  Unlike the Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly musicals that tap into the male mystique, this film is defined by strong women, which was particularly relevant due to the absence of men who were off fighting the war, with women taking many of their vacant jobs in factories and shipyards, helping to produce needed munitions and war supplies, embodied by the symbol of Rosie the Riveter.  Perhaps responsible for nostalgia films like Fellini’s AMARCORD (1973) or Woody Allen’s Radio Days (1987), but also the plotless character studies of Robert Altman’s Nashville (1975) and Gosford Park (2001), it’s impossible to talk about this film without mentioning the utterly spectacular use of Technicolor, where the director was an absolute master in capturing the aesthetic artistry of color during musical production numbers, with elaborate costume design, but in this film it continues throughout the entire film, a fantasia that explodes with unending luminosity, matching mood with vivid color designs.  No scene is more memorable than after a family party, just before John Truett returns home, Esther invites him to accompany her in the dimming of the household gaslights, moving from room to room, finding themselves engulfed in more darkness, with their closeness and the prospects of romance only magnified, where Minnelli’s gliding camera follows an overtly seductive Esther as she cajoles his polite assistance in carrying out the simple yet erotic task of turning off her house lights.  The sensuality of the moment is beautifully expressed, elevating all expectations, only to come crashing back down to earth an instant later by a dimwitted remark when he identifies the perfume she’s wearing as the same brand his grandmother wears.  In this film the color palette is utterly spectacular, bringing an extraordinary appeal to what we’re watching.  The director’s style tends towards longer takes, exquisite camera movement, including mesmerizing close-ups, while also accentuating distant framing, with cinematographer George Folsey given a free hand to glorify the flamboyant use of color, which feels bolder and more vibrant here than ever before. 

Minnelli continued to work at MGM for a quarter century (longer than any director in the studio’s history), specializing in musicals, romantic comedies, and melodramas.  Some may attribute a distinct “gay sensibility” to the film, as the director remained closeted his entire career.  Knowing he was gay, Garland happily married him anyway a year later, producing a daughter Liza who became the love of their life and a star of her own.  For such lighthearted material, there are subversive underlying tones of darkness, released the same year as film noir notables Double Indemnity (1944) and Laura (1944), actually expanding the shadowy interior of the large Victorian house, with much of the second half of the film taking place at night, yet dealing with the impending anxiety of moving to New York seems to uproot the safety net surrounding these characters, now more than ever needing to form romantic relationships, as nothing is guaranteed in the future except distance and instability.  For a lavishly decorative musical of its era, there’s a surprising amount of existential dread that adds emotional weight to the film, yet the mesmerizing talent of Judy Garland is indisputable, where no other performer, before or since, could provide the same range of expression, culminating with Garland’s melancholic singing on Christmas Eve of Meet Me In St. Louis (1944) – Judy Garland – Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas YouTube (3:12) in an attempt to console her younger sister Tootie, whose world is simply turning upside down, emphasizing their despair, as the entire house is dark and empty, stripped of its intimate decor, with stacks of boxes lying on the floor, with Tootie running outside afterwards to destroy the snowmen she so carefully and proudly constructed, representative of their happy family, simply breaking down into tears.  The movie was released in late November 1944 as Allied troops were approaching Germany, with the Battle of the Bulge occurring just a few weeks later, the last major German offensive on the Western Front.  No one could anticipate what might happen, anxiously awaiting who might prevail, whether the tide of the war would turn, and certainly no one knew who would perish and who would return home safely to their families.  This great unknown is what the song so beautifully anticipates and why it resonates with so many people, offering the lyric, “Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow.  Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow.” The song was especially popular with American troops, and it’s the dramatic turning point of the film, with their father witnessing the discomfort and unhappy emotional turmoil the move to New York is having on his youngest daughter, and really the entire family, so he changes his mind and opts for stability, exactly what was needed at that particular moment in America.  It should be pointed out that Sally Benson, author of the literary source material of the film, also co-wrote Hitchcock’s Shadow of a Doubt (1943), released a year earlier, which may as well be the polar opposite of this film, filled with sinister implications and devious acts of evil in the form of Joseph Cotton as a murderous uncle, with Hitchcock relishing how easily his vile behavior is submerged under the optimistic charm of small town America, as if pretending it doesn’t exist.  Interesting the way these two films are intertwined, where happiness and evil are both part of the historical reality of the nation’s character.  Easily the most euphoric musical number is The Trolley Song - Meet Me In St. Louis - 1944 - Judy Garland YouTube (3:59), which is also a reflection of changing moods, with Esther showing her disappointment when John Truett isn’t there with the others to take a trolley ride to visit the construction site of the World's Fair.  Disconsolate and sitting alone, her mood quickly changes upon seeing him run to catch up, suddenly joining the happy festivities by singing along, beautifully capturing a mood of pure unfettered joy.  The exaggerated size and dazzling style of the women’s hats match the brightly coordinated costumes, creating a colorful pastiche of Americana.  In contrast, the wistful nature of yearning for love is beautifully captured early on before she even meets John Truett, but already has her heart set upon him in Meet Me In St. Louis (1944) – The Boy Next Door YouTube (3:41).  This picture of dreamy hope has a kind of innocence captured in THE WIZARD OF OZ ('39): "Over the Rainbow" (2:39), yet the performer has blossomed into a mature young woman, black and white has transitioned into glorious Technicolor, and Garland has never looked more radiantly appealing on film, offering what she felt at the time was the finest performance of her career, surpassed a decade later in A Star Is Born (1954).