The Shop Around the Corner, 1940. Directed by Ernst Lubitsch; written by Miklos Laszlo, Samson Raphaelson, and Ben Hecht. Starring James Stewart, Margaret Sullavan, Frank Morgan, Felix Bressart, Joseph Schildkraut, and William Tracy.
Available at DVD stores, your public library, and hopefully in whatever paradise we’ll find in the afterlife…
Did Margaret Sullavan finally kill herself in 1960 because life would never match The Shop Around the Corner? Did Frank Morgan, Felix Bressart, Joe Schildkraut and William Tracy all succumb to the melancholy of life, unable to touch the magic of this sweet little film? Did they watch the movie in darkened rooms, alone, wondering to themselves about missed opportunities? Or did they sit with another, their faces silvered, holding hands and inching closer as the film rises to its inevitable, heartbreaking (and heartwarming) climax? Did Margaret wonder which of the many people who breezed through her life could have been the one to give her what we all seek? When we finish with this movie, when the videotape is rewinding or the DVD has ceased to spin, we have to ask ourselves: can life ever match The Shop Around the Corner? Keep looking for answers… and watch the movie.
For those of you who are sick and tired of the great It’s A Wonderful Life–which is an amazing film, in spite of its being bear-hugged by corporate bastards–you could do no better than finding a copy of The Shop Around the Corner, which, in my mind, is the greatest Christmas gift a filmmaker ever left the world. It is about what Christmas really means, and that doesn’t mean gifts or gatherings or even the reason for the season, H.R.H. Jesus Christ. It’s about love: which is really what the whole religion’s about anyway, isn’t it?
Director Ernst Lubitsch’s little world spins in Budapest during the depression, in a gift shop called Matuschek & Co., run by the grumpy Hugo Matuschek, played by the Wizard of Oz himself, Frank Morgan. The film begins as the employees gather on the sidewalk, waiting for the store to open. The setup is deceptively simple: there’s seething Alfred Krelik, captured by a young Jimmy Stewart, himself the greatest of the long-suffering men, already in a slow-boil, suffering from indigestion. There’s his cheapskate pal Hugo Pirovich (Felix Bressart, just fabulous), the irritable delivery-boy Pepe (William Tracy), and the louse Vadas (Joseph Schildkraut)–all actors who bring real moxie to their small roles, and make this little comedy run like a well-oiled music box.
Alfred Krelik’s got a sweet secret that he confides in his good friend Hugo: he’s engaged in writing and receiving beautiful love letters from an anonymous woman who makes his heart flutter and his soul snap in the wind like a kite up high. She is amazing, and she makes his humdrum world seem so worth living.
Now enter Klara Novak. Margaret Sullavan fills this role the way a gust of wind fills a tree and makes its leaves shudder, a girl with the wide eyes, quick to scowl and argue, a woman who can look so young when she’s happy, drained and aged when misery falls upon her. She speaks, as one critic says, “like singing in the snow”, and it’s intoxicating to soak in all the conflicting energy that flows from her, all these years later. Klara desperately needs a job. Alfred claims that Mr. Matuschek can’t afford her. Old man Matuschek disagrees (or rather, is tricked by the wily Klara into disagreeing and hiring her), and from then on Sullavan and Stewart are at odds, loathing one another, sniping, grousing, and unbeknownst to them, falling in love.
For Sullavan’s Klara also has a secret: she’s engaged in writing and receiving letters from an anonymous man whose words make her feel alive and her heart beat faster with every envelope, her soul flitting about like a light and living thing and not some rock upon which the world’s troubles can rest.
Of course, Stewart and Sullavan are the letter writers. Of course, nothing in the world could ever get these two cranks together. Of course, their mutual hatred is part of what will make them such a lovely couple at film’s end. In the meantime, Mr. Matuschek believes, correctly, that he is being cuckolded, and he believes, incorrectly, that it is his most trusting and loyal employee, Alfred Kralik. So Kralik loses his job on the same day that he discovers Klara is the one writing him the letters. That same night Mr. Matuschek tries to kill himself when he discovers his error, but is saved. Kralik and Klara meet in a hilarious scene in which he knows the truth but doesn’t let on. In the end, all is well: Alfred and Klara are together and deeply in love, Pepe the delivery-boy is finally a clerk, and Pirovich is together his wife, son and little baby. And Mr. Matuschek–lonely, wifeless, rejected three times for dinner from different employees–finally encourages the new boy, a young dope who doesn’t seem to have a lick of sense about him, to join him for a dinner of goose and cucumber salad on Christmas Eve. “Oh boy, Mr. Matuschek!” the kid says. Oh, boy, indeed.
And yet, The Shop Around the Corner is terrifying and fraught with anxiety. There is scene after scene of some of the most touching moments in film history: Klara reaching into her mailbox to look for a letter that is not there; Alfred happily looking to get the raise he deserves from Mr. Matuschek, the man he looks upon as his father, only to be fired (in a scene so damn real it makes your throat ache); Mr. Matuschek, realizing his error, walking amongst the sheet covered store, floating in sadness and looking like a ghost; the way that everyone goes from appearing alive to dead in a heartbeat–all because of love. Love between husband and wife, between fathers and sons, between friends. Love is the reason for the season to Ernst Lubitsch and the folks of The Shop Around the Corner. These people who argue and bicker and laugh behind each other’s backs, well, they love one another. And yet they are all so close to never seeing one another again: leaving the job, a letter lost, almost dying by your own hand… I cannot think of a film that so acutely observes, as David Thomson writes, “the fear of good people missing their chances”.
The laughter is intense in The Shop Around the Corner because the pain is equally so: you would be hard-pressed to find a movie that jumps so nimbly between both. The film contains, like all great stories, a lesson: Matuschek & Co. is your own home, it is the place you work, the bars you frequent, your community. Ignore these lessons at your peril.
As you watch this movie, think of those moments in your life when you might have missed your chance, or cling tightly to the one that you truly love. When Jimmy Stewart pins the red carnation to his lapel to show tragic Margaret Sullavan that it is he who is her true love, inch closer to that person, touch them, let those feelings overwhelm you in the silvery light of the screen, the multicolored hue of your Christmas lights. This is Christmas. And laugh, a bit nervously perhaps, just to release the tension. Each one of us can look back at moments when a different drive, a different movie, a different step would have altered the happiness in our lives… or just the opposite, given us what we so desperately long for. If you’re lucky, you have found the red carnation on each other’s lapel, and Christmas has meaning. I wonder: had Ms. Sullavan?
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