NFR Project: ‘Lost Horizon’
Dir: Frank Capra
Scr: Robert Riskin
Pho: Joseph Walker, Elmer Dyer
Ed: Gene Havlick, Gene Milford
Premiere: March 2, 1937
132 min.
One of America’s best fantasy films was a hellish shoot, but it produced a beautiful, idealistic adventure that served as a summary of director Frank Capra’s sentiments, and affirmed the possibility of mankind’s better instincts saving it from destruction.
The film is an adaptation of James Hilton’s 1933 novel. Hilton was an incredibly popular writer of the time, and many of his works would be adapted to film, including Goodbye, Mr. Chips and Random Harvest. One might say he wrote with one eye toward the screen. The book is epic in scale, and contains much philosophical talk as well. If you can handle the fusion of the two, you will find the book and the film very rewarding experiences.
We are thrust into action immediately. The time is the present. The famous diplomat Robert Conway (Ronald Colman) is helping “white people” escape from a violent revolution in Asia. It is night; a city burns in the distance. We are at an airfield throbbing with people trying to get out. Conway sends plane after plane off. Finally, he and four others get on the last plane out of the riot.
However, they are not flown to safety but kidnapped by the mysterious pilot flying the plane. They fly far, covering plains, deserts, and mountains. Finally, they run out of gas and crash-land high in the Himalayas, subsumed by a blizzard. Natives appear out of the rocks and guide the travelers to Shangri-La.
Shangri-La is a valley protected by high mountains, green and fruitful. Its inhabitants are peaceful and content, happy to live in isolation from the outside world. They are ruled over by a sect of priests led by a High Lama. Initially, the visitors can only think of getting home; however, the pleasures and contentment Shangri-La provides soon make them happy to remain. Only Conway’s brother George (John Howard) insists on leaving, unhappy with this paradise on earth.
It turns out, of course, that Conway was brought there deliberately, to take over the ruling of Shangri-La from the High Lama (Sam Jaffe), an immensely old priest who stumbled into the valley centuries ago. He has a master plan – he sees the contemporary world destroying itself, and he seeks to preserve all of mankind’s knowledge and culture at the Shangri-La lamasery, to share with the world after its recovery from destruction.
Will Conway stay? Is Shangri-La all it’s cracked up to be? The screenplay by Robert Riskin is clear, precise, and nimble. Of note are the solid contribution of character actors Edward Everett Horton, Thomas Mitchell, and H.B. Warner. Capra shoots on a lavish budget (Shangri-La is Art Deco!) – and over his budget he went, going 34 days over schedule, shooting miles of film as well and coming up with an initial 6-hour cut. Capra saw this film as almost a crusade. The optimistic, humanistic philosophy behind all his celebrated comic fables reaches its apogee here.
The film was reduced to three hours, then to 132 minutes. In this form, it played – and failed to make its money back. It damaged the relationship between Capra and Columbia studio head Harry Cohn, and between Capra and Riskin.
The film stood shorn of much footage for decades, until a near-complete restoration brought the film back to its original length. Now best seen on a big, big screen, Capra’s lavish filmmaking is a visual treat. His philosophizing can be seen as naïve, but it is also earnest and moving.
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