Monday, January 25, 2010

Jimmy Stewart Shines in The Shop Around the Corner

It’s been a decade since I first saw You’ve Got Mail, the charming Tom Hanks / Meg Ryan film about a pair of bookstore owners who are fierce competitors in their day-to-day lives but are falling in love with each other online. For most of that time, my friend Libbie has been telling me that I really need to see The Shop Around the Corner, the movie of which You’ve Got Mail is a remake. We finally watched it together this week, and I concur that it’s a lovely film, and with a Christmastime setting to boot.

Jimmy Stewart has long been one of my favorite actors, for many of the same reasons that Tom Hanks is, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that he occupied the role Hanks did in You’ve Got Mail. It’s especially endearing to hear his character, Alfred Kralik, confide to his friend that he hopes the correspondent with whom he is falling in love isn’t too pretty, since a girl like that surely wouldn’t be interested in a plain-looking fellow like him.

Mr. Kralik is the senior salesperson at the store owned by kindly but frazzled Hugo Matuschek (Frank Morgan). For the most part, it’s a cozy work environment, and it helps that Kralik’s best friend, humble family man Pirovitch (Felix Bressart), is also employed there. True, he does have to put up with the foppish Vadas (Joseph Schildkraut), whose superior airs, coupled with his brown-nosing in the boss’s presence, are grating. But it’s a pretty nice situation for him until Klara Novak (Margaret Sullavan) shows up. He and Klara don’t get along very well at all, and most of the blame rests on her shoulders for the animosity she displays to him. His attempts to be civil are of little consequence.

Little does he know, at least initially, that Klara is the pen pal who writes to him with such passion and intelligence. When he answered her ad in the newspaper, he was merely looking to better himself by finding someone with whom he could expound upon intellectual topics. He hadn’t counted on falling in love. But by the time they finally agree to meet, he’s quite smitten, and more than a little worried that he’ll fall short of her expectations. When a perplexing work crisis immediately precedes his long-awaited date, it cements his insecurity, leading him to stand her up, though he intends to send his regrets with Pirovitch. That is, until Pirovitch takes one look at the woman waiting at a table with a carnation and announces that she and Klara are one and the same.

As in You’ve Got Mail, then, it’s the guy who has the upper hand, spending about half the movie well aware of the identity of his correspondent, while she has no idea. While his initial reaction is one of indignation, and her treatment of him when he goes inside to talk to her is deplorable, there’s a marked change in how he interacts with Klara after that. He is all kindness and consideration - except when he’s playing mind games with her in regard to her mysterious correspondent, who has explained his absence at their date and is back to writing her lengthy, romantic letters.

You’ve Got Mail replicated this aspect of the movie fairly faithfully, except that Ryan’s character, while having more reason to be vitriolic toward Hanks’, never treats him with the contempt that Klara lavishes upon Kralik. I don’t know that I can blame Sullavan, who zooms through her lines like the Micro-Machine Man, for her character’s lack of likeability, but one can’t help thinking that Klara is getting the better end of the deal. At first, I thought her rather enjoyably plucky, especially in her creative way of selling a cigarette case to a woman before she had even secured a position in the shop, but later, I found some of the barbs she flings at Kralik to be unnecessarily cruel. I actually found myself thinking of Kate on LOST, particularly in The Moth, when she sneers at Sawyer, who is trying to do something helpful for a change, “You’re actually comparing yourself to Jack?” Clearly, Klara views Kralik with that same degree of distaste, while she thinks her pen pal, like Jack, can do no wrong. As with You’ve Got Mail, I found myself almost forgetting that Kralik was both people, so different was Klara’s reaction to him on paper and in person; once I saw her she finally begin to develop some real affection for the flesh-and-blood Kralik, I bemoaned the fact that she was still going to choose this mysterious pen pal when such a warm, wonderful guy was right in front of her.

The movie is probably at its most fun when Kralik uses his additional knowledge to plant seeds of doubt in Klara’s mind about the suitability of her secret love. His teasing is witty, and at times I might even say merciless, but considering what she’s dished out to him, I think she has a little emotional distress coming to her. Besides, it’s a clever way to deconstruct this vision of perfection he won’t be able to live up to and gradually show Klara that in reality, he is a man worth loving, whatever his faults may be.

This is a romance, and primarily a chick flick, I’d imagine, since Jimmy Stewart is so much more swoon-worthy here than Margaret Sullavan. But it’s also a sweet story of friendship and apprenticeship. Pirovitch is kind, practical and loyal, the sort of friend that anyone would want to have. Meanwhile, Mr. Matuschek, after falsely suspecting his most cherished employee of grievous misdeeds, comes to realize just how much Kralik means to him and the extent to which his employees have become his family. In some ways, the movie is as much about his relationship with Kralik as Klara‘s, which adds a tender father-son dimension mostly lacking in You’ve Got Mail.

This film came late in the career of director Ernst Lubitsch, who considered it the movie of which he was proudest. Meanwhile, it’s one of Stewart’s earlier films; I don’t think I’ve watched any of the movies he made before 1940, so seeing him at his most youthful was another plus for me. If you like his performances or if you found You’ve Got Mail as enjoyable as I did, you’ll want to take a peek at The Shop Around the Corner.

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