Upton Sinclair vs Louis B Mayer
Monday, February 11th, 2008I thought this extract from Philip French’s Observer review of There Will Be Blood was fascinating:
This is a deeply pessimistic, at times puzzling film, and it seems to lack a political dimension central to Upton Sinclair’s life and work. Organised labour was a significant force in the American West in the early 20th century, often involved in violent conflict.
This has largely been ignored by Hollywood, and recently only the independent producer-director John Sayles has shown interest in it. In 1927, the year Sinclair wrote Oil!, Louis B Mayer created the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences as a company union to keep labour organisers at bay. In 1934 when Sinclair ran for Governor of California on the EPIC (End Poverty in California) ticket, Mayer and the other studio bosses conspired with Hearst’s newspapers and radio stations to defeat him in one of the dirtiest political campaigns ever mounted. Sinclair lost to a time-serving Republican non-entity and Mayer famously remarked: ‘What does Sinclair know about anything? He’s just a writer.’ It would be good to see him honoured this year by the academy Mayer created.
One of the things I love about There Will Be Blood is that it is about so much more than it appears to be about. I think that is what made it feel so monumental to me, all these big American themes bubbling under the surface like earthquake oil. A colleague described it as being like Citizen Caine directed by Stanley Kubrick! I am also delighted to have finally discovered who Daniel Day Lewis reminds me of in the film: John Huston playing Noah Cross in Chinatown. I’m sure some people noticed this immediately but I just had this nagging feeling that I’d heard that voice somewhere before. Then I heard Daniel Day Lewis being interviewed on Radio 4 and he mentioned listening to recordings of Huston, amongst others, as he prepared for the role.
Right, I’m off to read more about Upton Sinclair, Louis B Mayer and American labor history. Time to dig out my Howard Zinn again.


