Later this evening, we'll be airing Episode Two of our latest nightly audio adventure, The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan. Usually when we present our radio serializations - The Time Machine, for example, or The Prisoner of Zenda - we don't usually feature the movie adaptations thereof in our Saturday picture date, for the very obvious reason that it gives away too much of the plot. But Alfred Hitchcock's 1935 version of The Thirty-Nine Steps departs so much from the Buchan original that I felt the only risk was of misdirection.
As I wrote yesterday, Buchan's tale is the first real man-on-the-run thriller, something that has since proved a staple not just of novels but of cinema, too. "It's not much of an exaggeration," said Robert Towne, screenwriter of Chinatown and Mission: Impossible, "to say that all contemporary escapist entertainment begins with The Thirty-Nine Steps." The précis of Buchan's scenario could not be more familiar: A chap's leading a perfectly respectable if somewhat dull life when something happens and he has to hightail it outta the respectable world and into the rougher fringes of life. But when it happened to Richard Hannay one night in his London flat it was new and different and arresting.
What Hitchcock mainly adds is women, of which Buchan's spy caper has a marked lack. I once discussed the absence of the fairer sex in Buchan's oeuvre with his son, the second Lord Tweedsmuir, and he remarked that it never occurred to his pop, who was more or less inventing a genre, that sex was necessary - as it would come to be in the hands of Ian Fleming and all who followed. Hitchcock being Hitchcock, he spotted the omission, and added not only "the girl", who dislikes the hero but whose fate is literally tied to his, but also a secondary girl, who contrives to expire in the hero's bedroom, and even a third, who manages a palpable erotic frisson even in a humble croft in the wilds of Scotland. So Hitchcock's Thirty-Nine Steps (1935) isn't much to do with Buchan, and yet it's closer in spirit than either the 1960 Kenneth More remake — a masterclass in how to make a thrill-free thriller — or the 1978 Robert Powell version, which restores Richard Hannay to his original First World War setting but junks absolutely everything else.
Buchan is the only Spectator man to become Governor General of Canada (I have a desultory ambition to be the second) and Hitchcock's film appeared more or less when he was setting sail for Ottawa. By 1935, Buchan's metamorphosis into the viceregal Lord Tweedsmuir was almost complete: the "shockers" — the ripping yarns — were behind him; after 21 years, Richard Hannay, the archetypal clubland hero, had formally handed over to the younger generation in The Island of Sheep; in the last years of his life Buchan would write essays, memoirs, a history of the reign of George V, and bequeath Canada the Governor General's Literary Awards, for which Margaret Atwood, Mordecai Richler, Robertson Davies et al should be properly grateful. In a sense, Hitchcock's film marks the moment that comes to every great fictional character, when he slips free of his creator and has to survive on his own. In a tip of the hat to the new role of a writer he loved, the director made Richard Hannay not South African but a Canadian, visiting London for a few months. Hitch had a surer sense than almost any other film-maker of the eseence of a story, and the result is, according to Orson Welles, a "masterpiece", and, according to the British Film Institute, the fourth best British film of all time.
Buchan and Hitchcock are, of course, as opposite as opposites can be. The former finished the First World War as Director of Intelligence and, as a bona fide spymaster, he took the plot elements more seriously. He was writing, after all, in the run-up to August 1914, when Britain was rife with rumors of secret German invasion plans. For Hitchcock, by contrast, adapting the book twenty years later, the "Top Secret" stuff was a mere pretext — "a lot of gibberish, which was supposed to be some kind of formula about something", as he put it. In other words, The Thirty-Nine Steps is Hitch's first use of the MacGuffin — something for the character to worry about so that the audience can worry about him. In North by Northwest, Hitchcock's Hollywood hommage to himself in his Thirty-Nine Steps mode, the MacGuffin is distilled to its essence: Cary Grant asks, "What's this man up to?"; Leo Carroll replies, "Well, let's say he's an importer and exporter." "What of?" "Government secrets."
And that's all we ever know. So here, while Buchan goes to great lengths to concoct plausible reasons to get Hannay out of Portland Place and up to Scotland, Hitch can barely be bothered: a "Miss Smith" expires in the hero's apartments, her hand obligingly clasped round a map of the Scottish countryside. (In fairness, he and his adaptors spot a very small blemish in Buchan's plot, and their substitution improves it.)
Yet, in one respect, novelist and film maker aren't so very different. Buchan's Thirty-Nine Steps is what we'd now call very filmic, not just because of the vividness of the images — Hannay, the fate of nations resting on his shoulders, running for his life across the moors, as a monoplane buzzes overhead and his pursuers fan out behind him — but also because of the book's episodic structure. "The rapidity of the switches," said Hitchcock of the story. "That's the great thing about it." And that's what he kept (and kept using again and again, as with the crop-duster in North by Northwest). So Robert Donat, as Richard Hannay, leaps out of the police station window and straight into a Salvation Army band. He ducks out again, and through another door. "Thank God you've come, Mr Whatever," they say, and put him on the stage. A woman and two men show up, and take him in a car to the police station. But they're not police, they're spies...
And so on. Hitchcock is endlessly resourceful in coming up with these set-pieces, even in the middle of nowhere: Britcom fans should watch for a young John Laurie (the dour "doooooomed" Private Frazer of "Dad's Army) as the jealous crofter anxious to keep Hannay away from his wee wifey. It's a terrific performance and an extraordinarily detailed character for just one peripheral scene.
But holding the film together are its principals, Robert Donat as Hannay, Madeleine Carroll as 'the girl'. They make a glamorous, sophisticated couple, unusually so given that Donat was born in Manchester and Miss Carroll in West Bromwich. Indeed, the latter has the distinction of being Hitchcock's very first icy-cool blonde. Donat is practically forgotten now: he made a mere nineteen movies in 25 years and then died from asthma. But he had a gift that very few actors have, a way of drawing you in almost unobtrusively: he was a man who made an art of modesty. Hitchcock in Hollywood tried to find others in the Donat mould — Robert Cummings — but never quite succeeded. From the opening scene in Portland Place, his Hannay sets the cinematic standard. And, for sheer erotic crackle, the half of the picture where Donat and the implacably hostile Miss Carroll are handcuffed together is hard to beat. The scene where they're lying on the bed has a particular sexual charge: she sweetly drapes a blanket over him, but after a few minutes she's shivering and grabs it back for herself. Hitchcock would recycle all these tricks in Hollywood, but The Thirty-Nine Steps still stands up: the best of his British films.
~Part Two of Mark's audio serialization of The Thirty-Nine Steps is coming up at SteynOnline in a couple of hours. We hope you'll join us.
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My favorite scene in "The 39 Steps" - and very similar to one of my own recurring nightmares - is where Hannah, on the run, finds himself the featured speaker at a political rally, charged with giving a speech in favor of a candidate of whom he knows nothing. After fumbling a bit, in a great little piece of acting, Hannah/Donat launches into a generic, but passionate, plea for a world "where every man gets a square deal and a fair shake," and is met with thunderous applause.
This weekend, I became a fan of Buchan, Donat, Carroll, and Laurie. It's been like reading Gogol's "The Overcoat", to hear the story, with introduction, and watch the movie adaptation that began the genre. I'd like to see "Catch Me If You Can" and "North by Northwest" again, with these in mind. Thank you.
Thanks for highlighting a film of immense importance to me. My folks were huge Hitch fans when I was a kid and "The 39 Steps" was a particular favorite. I was only eleven or twelve when it was on the local "Big Show" in the early sixties and it was a family event to get together and watch it. I naturally thought "boring" (it didn't feature western shootouts)) but I was as blown away as a twelve year old could be. Soon afterward I started to read about "old" movies and (especially) Hitchcock. It led to a love of classic cinema that has been a joy to this day. Also, wasn't the aircraft pursuing Hannay across the moors an autogyro? I'll have to dig out my copy.
What is the "small blemish" in Buchan's plot?
Mark replies:
The reason I didn't specify the "small blemish" in Buchan's plot is because we're currently serializing it nightly - so I'm hoping to skate over it.
Thank you so much, Mark, for spotlighting 39 Steps The Movie and conjuring up the wonderful images of Donat and Carroll together. Donat's making "an art of modesty" ... beautifully put, so true, and such a rare quality. A superbly subtle actor. Or subtly superb ... any which way, he's terrific. (With your comment, I thought of Roger Livesey, too.) And Carroll, what a beauty and a lovely actress. A delicious movie. As is Lady Vanishes! Thank you for reminding us of these gems and for the wonderful Tales of our Times.
I really agree that Robert Donat and Madeleine Carroll were a spectacular pairing, and Ms. Carroll is one of those actresses I added long ago to my list for personal makeover, if that were possible.
Robert Donat was not only a great actor on the English stage, but his 1939 Best Actor Oscar for "Goodbye Mr. Chips" broke the GWTW sweep that year! "Chips" is a superb performance, as were all 19 Mr. Steyn mentioned in passing. (I usually say Donat made 18-1/2 films because his appearance as Charles Stewart Parnell in 1947's "Captain Boycott"—which starred Stewart Granger, Kathleen Ryan and Cecil Parker—was really a cameo.)
Although admittedly age, and his asthma affliction (not to mention his supreme indecisiveness when it came to film offers!) took a great physical toll on his later appearances, he never, ever lets the audience down. And his films from the Thirties and early Forties are examples not only of great acting which he made look seamless and very easy, but—and I think this is key given much of Mr. Steyn's cultural commentary here and elsewhere—also because the kind of man Donat gives us has almost vanished from the screen.
No man knew how to treat a woman better than Robert Donat! Just watching him in "The 39 Steps", "The Citadel" (1938), or even the comic "The Ghost Goes West" (1935), a young man today could learn quite a lot! A particular favorite of mine is James Hilton's "Knight Without Armour" (1937) with Marlene Dietrich and a seemingly teenage John Clements. I never tire of watching Donat in this. He even manages to hold the camera against the savvy Dietrich. There's also the very enjoyable "The Adventures of Tartu" 1943 ("Sabotage Agent" in Britain), with Valerie Hobson and Glynis Johns.
And he is still, I my opinion, the best Edmond Dantes on film in "The Count of Monte Cristo" (1934).
I realize the "age" of some or all these films might dissuade many people from bothering with them. Of course, we're sooo much more "sophisticated", canny, cynical and REAL today! (sarc off) Well that's a shame, really. Many films, British as well as American, from the Thirties and Forties have much to offer, not least of which are men like Donat!
39 Steps is one of Hitch's best British films along with The Lady Vanishes and the original Man Who Knew Too Much. It's a shame his early films aren't as widely known as his later Hollywood work as even his early silent films have something interesting visually going on.
My favorite Hitchcock film of the early Hitchcocks, perhaps of all the Hitchcocks, when he was pure Hitchcock.
The final image at the end of the film is one of the finest, most romantic images in all of film, or in real life
Thank you so much for this Mark at the Movies mark of excellence!
No to GG.
Canada's first popularly elected (figurehead position in the Austrian style) President would get my vote.
The problem with a "popularly elected figurehead" president is that there is no constitutional way to ensure that a popularly elected president remains a figurehead. If the ruling party in Parliament has been elected by N million votes and the president is elected by N million plus one, why can't the president claim to have a popular mandate superseding that of Parliament? It's only convention that prevents Austrian presidents from meddling extensively in matters of government; there is no constitutional bar on their doing so.
This is why John Howard, in Australia, was right to offer only a republic in which a figurehead president, chosen by Parliament, would replace the monarchy. That way, the Australian Constitution would have survived essentially intact, regardless of the outcome of the referendum on the monarchy.
A figurehead president is basically a Governor-General with a longer motorcade, at best, or, at worst, a job to be swapped, in the style of Mary Robinson, for a better offer from New York.
Mark replies:
All true, Owen. But I'd politely remind you and Simus1 of our rule not to stray off-topic. Some of my best friends are republicans and some of the Commonwealth's viceroys have been very low grade in recent years, but, if members want to weigh the merits of monarchies vs republics, I'm happy to chew it over on Tuesday's Clubland Q&A, which is a more appropriate venue.
Spot on, Mark. I've always been a huge Hitchcock fan, and a "39 Steps" fan. It set the tone for all of Hitchcock's chase movies to come. However, I would say that imho "The Lady Vanishes" is his best British work. It was also the film he was working on when he was first contacted by David O. Selznick, to come to America.