You never hear anyone say that The Pirate (1948) is their
favorite musical, or even their favorite MGM musical, but this unusual and
boldly vibrant film is worthy of its own pedestal. I recently re-watched the
Vincente Minnelli-directed production on a new Blu-ray release from Warner
Archive and I found the gaudy delight that I had admired in past viewings has retained its
appeal.
Of all the set-bound musicals, The Pirate is perhaps the
most tightly-confined. It exists in a brightly-colored bubble consisting of a
few settings, but for the most part centers on a bustling public square meant to
represent a Caribbean town.
It is there that Gene Kelly bursts onto the scene as
Serafin a mischievous traveling actor setting up shop with his troop. Judy Garland
is Manuela a local who is just about to marry the mayor of the city; yes it is
a stretch to accept her as a Manuela.
Manuela is obsessed with the notorious Macoco, a pirate
who represents adventure, virility, and escape. She is about to embark upon a
life of comfort and ease as a wealthy man’s wife and the thought horrifies her.
When she believes Serafin is Macoco, she falls hard, but the problem is that
she sees what she wants to see when the truth is right in front of her.
This light plot serves as the structure
for a giddy, lively scenario. The town square is full of extras in bizarre
costumes. They are swathed in velvets and silks, stripes and polka dots, with
outrageous splashes of color and clashing patterns. It’s busy and a lot to
process visually, but it perfectly expresses the chaos of Manuela’s inner life
which is now marching out for public view.
Kelly has played his share of rascals, but I’ve never
seen him as randy as he is here. In his first number, he swirls around a cast
of beautiful, haughty women, making it abundantly clear exactly what he wants
and that he’s not the type to settle down. As he leans in to kiss a lovely lady,
he sucks his lit cigarette into his mouth, letting it pop out when his task is
completed. It is a precursor to the first time he sees Manuela, when in
reaction to her beauty he lets a slow stream of smoke trail out of his mouth.
In line with the heated Mr. Kelly, Garland has never been
so sultry. With her bright red lips and dreamy fits of fantasy, she is passion
incarnate. Minnelli knew just how to show his star, and wife, to her best
advantage. Here under his tender care she is transformed into a glowing
temptress. It’s a pleasure simply to watch her raise a questioning eyebrow
because she is so lovingly filmed.
The vibrant cast of characters gathered in the square does
much to add to the mood of vibrancy and excitement. I found it exciting to see
so many Black actors in dignified and lavish dress included in the mix,
something you rarely got to see in that era. There are moments that drag a bit
in The Pirate, but a glimpse of this milieu always gets things going again.
While the Cole Porter score doesn’t have the fire of his
best works, the cheerfully tuneful Be a Clown is a high point. Garland and Kelly
dance to the tune, but the highlight is Kelly’s dance with the Nicholas
Brothers Harold and Fayard. They were a well-matched trio because all three
dancers favored athletic, precise moves and high-energy choreography.
While it doesn’t have the robust roster of tunes to make it the best and brightest of the MGM musicals, this
delightfully odd production is hugely entertaining, with its stars clearly
enjoying the strange, but fascinating tone of it all.
Special features on the disc include commentary by
historian John Fricke, a making-of featurette, a vintage comedy short and
cartoon, a stereo remix of Mack the Black, song outtakes, promotional radio
interviews with Garland and Kelly, and a theatrical trailer.
Many thanks to Warner Archive for providing a copy of the film for review. To order, visit The Warner Archive Collection.