Susan: You mean, is your car?
David: Of course.
Susan: golf ball? car? Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you?
David: Yes, thank heaven - you!
Susan: Now, don't lose your temper.
David: My dear young lady, I'm not losing my temper. I'm merely trying to play some golf.
Susan: Well, you choose the funniest places. This is a parking lot.
David: Will you get out of my car?
Susan: Will you get off my running board?
David: This is running board!
conclude that strange and odd behavior means insanity ("All people who behave strangely are not insane" - the film's insane and crazy characters seem to verify his statement). The aberrant and daft Lehman also offers some professional advice about the underlying basis of the 'love impulse' - it is rooted in conflict and Freudian fixation:
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Screwball sparks fly when Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn let loose in one of the fastest and funniest films ever made—a high-wire act of invention that took American screen comedy to new heights of absurdity. Hoping to procure a million-dollar endowment from a wealthy society matron for his museum, a hapless paleontologist (Grant) finds himself entangled with a dizzy heiress (Hepburn) as the manic misadventures pile up—a missing dinosaur bone, a leopard on the loose, and plenty of gender-bending mayhem among them. Bringing Up Baby ’s sophisticated dialogue, spontaneous performances, and giddy innuendo come together in a whirlwind of comic chaos captured with lightning-in-a-bottle brio by director Howard Hawks.
The Criterion Collection brings Howard Hawks’ screwball classic Bringing Up Baby to Blu-ray, presenting the film in its original aspect ratio of 1.37:1 on a dual-layer disc. The 1080p/24hz high-definition encode is sourced from a new 4K restoration performed by Criterion.
Warner’s original DVD edition, while decent for what it was, showed a film that had seen better days. The general consensus at the time seemed to be that suitable elements for the film were few and far between (if they even existed at all), so I wasn’t sure what to expect from Criterion’s all-new restoration. According to the notes Criterion provides with this release they worked with Warner Bros. to track down the best possible elements for the film, and their search managed to yield a couple of decent finds: a 35mm nitrate duplicate negative (from the British Film Institute) and then a 35mm safety fine-grain positive. The latter was later generation and not optimal, while the former was still littered with mold. The notes say scanning the negative through a wet-gate scanner eliminated most of the mold, and the film could then be rescanned at 4K.
The lengthy search and efforts have paid off miraculously as the presentation does go well and beyond what I could have probably hoped for. There are still some source issues present, but they’re really of minimal concern in the end. Grain is fairly heavy, getting a bit thicker at times (maybe they had to alternate between the other source, but the notes don’t state whether that ended up being the case), but it’s rendered nicely here, retaining a natural look. This leads to some sharp looking details, the spots on the leopard looking pretty distinct, and the various outfits (including that nightgown work by Grant briefly) showing the finer details rather effortlessly.
The black and white image looks nice with excellent contrast and clean grayscale. Blacks look good and lead to nice looking shadow details, while whites can still look pretty sharp without blooming. Marks and such still remain, including some minor scratches, and there are a few dupier looking shots, but the damage is rarely intrusive. On the whole, the restoration work has managed to pull off a bit of a miracle; the film looks surprisingly clean, all things considered, and it’s delivered cleanly on this disc.
The lossless PCM 1.0 monaural soundtrack is a product of its time but it still manages to sound better than I was expecting. Dialogue is clean and sharp, managing to have some decent fidelity behind it. Range isn’t too bad, though the higher ends border on coming off edgy. But there is no severe damage to speak of, no drops, pops, or cracks.
Criterion packs on a decent amount of material, starting things off with director Peter Bogdanovich’s audio commentary , which was recorded for Warner’s DVD back in 2005. Bogdanovich’s What’s Up Doc? —an ode to the screwball comedies of Hollywood’s Golden Age—takes a lot from Hawks’ film so I guess he’s a natural go-to to talk about the film and its frantic humour. He studied the gags for his own film (he points out ones he lifted) and talks a bit about their construction, and comments on elements that he feels were probably ahead of their time (Grant’s “I just went gay all of a sudden” line). He also interviewed Hawks about the film, and he recounts those discussion here, though does so with his own impersonation of Hawks.
Bogdanovich’s impersonation isn’t terrible —and a bit funny, I guess—but it can be a little much; I would almost prefer it if he just simply told what Hawks had told him. Thankfully, Criterion does include 15-minutes’ worth of audio excerpts from that 1972 interview between Bogdanovich and Hawks referenced in the commentary, where Hawks talks about the film’s production and its eventual lackluster reception, which Bogdanovich also goes into on the commentary; Hawks felt if there were "a few sane" characters in the film it would have done better at the box office, feeling all of the characters were nuts. It's an interesting discussion with some funny moments, like when Hawks shoots down Bogdanovich’s reading of the film’s ending.
Outside of the original trailer nothing else from Warner’s DVD gets ported over, the rest of the material appearing to be exclusive to this release. Criterion first includes a new video essay by author Scott Eyman , who uses his 18-minutes to explore the development of Cary Grant’s onscreen persona, starting with his apparently disastrous turn in the short Singapore Sue (and I’ll take Eyman’s word on that as I haven’t seen it) through his more modest, mostly straight dramatic work for Paramount, until finally hitting where he started to hone his comedic side. That showed through in Sylvia Scarlett (where he stole the film from star Katharine Hepburn) and then seeming to hit that sweet spot with the streak of films consisting of The Awful Truth , Bringing Up Baby , and Holiday , Eyman ultimately attributing Grant’s success to the freedom that directors like McCarey, Hawks, and Cukor allowed him.
It's an okay essay, doing a good job of charting through Grant’s early work and examining how his performances and on-screen character(s) morphed, but it’s not terribly eye-opening. Still, I enjoyed it more than a select-scene commentary by costume historian Shelly Foote, who talks over 22-minutes’ worth of footage from the film, covering the work of costume designer Howard Greer. She goes over details of the various costumes found in the film (like Grant’s nightgown) but it is more of look at Greer’s career as a whole. It’s ultimately fine for what it is but a visual essay format may have worked a bit better.
To accompany all of that Criterion then includes two new interviews focusing around the film’s “look” and effects. Cinematographer John Bailey first pops in for 11-minutes to discuss Russell Metty’s work on the film. It ends up being a bit odd to look at Metty’s photography for this film since it doesn’t stand out as much as what he did for, say, some of Douglas Sirk’s films, but Bailey still uses the opportunity to examine how the comedic moments are filmed and edited. In the end, it primarily comes down to long, static takes. A bit better is Craig Barron ’s 12-minute contribution around the film’s effects, most of which revolved around the leopard and separating it from its stars… where needed. I always like Barron’s contributions to Criterion’s releases as he clearly explains—with the help of visual aids—how the effects in the film were pulled off, even going as far as pointing out the mistakes. It’s my favourite addition of Criterion’s newly produced material.
The remaining two supplements are of the archival kind, starting with the 1977 documentary Howard Hawks: A Hell of a Good Life , running 56-minutes. The German produced film features lengthy interviews with Hawks—a month before his death—going over his work and his thoughts behind filmmaking, describing himself as simply being a “storyteller,” not considering himself an artist. He also shares some great stories around some of his films, including his “talk” with Carole Lombard on Twentieth Century after a disastrous first day of filming.
It's a great addition to the release unto itself, Hawks being very forthcoming, but the audio recording of a Q&A featuring Cary Grant ends up being just a delight. Recorded in 1969 after a screening of Bringing Up Baby , Grant takes questions from the audience and manages to use them to work his way through his career and his work, sharing stories around the directors he has worked with and recounting his work with Hepburn through the years, the actress he has most enjoyed working with. It’s a fun recording and maybe my favourite feature on here.
The 40-page booklet also packs in some other good material. Sheila O'Malley provides an essay around the film, placing it in the context of the time period in guessing why it didn't do well (was probably just way too chaotic) and goes over the career of the film's stars up to that point. The booklet also feature Hagar Wilde's short story the film is loosely based on. The notes for it also warn of "anti-asian stereotypes" and yep , right there even before the end of the first paragraph.
Criterion doesn't carry over a couple of things from the DVD: missing are the short film Campus Cinderella and the Looney Tunes short A Star is Hatched , along with documentaries around Hawks and Grant. Not huge losses, though, the two shorts having nothing to do with the film and the two documentaries being fairly generic, their respective gaps filled in (adequately enough at least) by other material on here.
Overall, this edition manages to offer a solid upgrade over Warner's previous DVD edition.
Criterion's new edition improves upon Warner's old DVD in every way, providing a better selection of supplements and a significantly better visual presentation. Certainly worth the upgrade.
Bringing up baby: the criterion collection (1938).
"I've got my head. I've lost my leopard!"
As far as screwball comedies go, the pairing of Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn was probably seen as an odd choice in 1938. She didn’t have a hit film and Grant , hitting his comedic stride, was just coming off of The Awful Truth to rave reviews. Sure, he would define his persona with this genre and it was usually the women co-starring alongside him which would help him do it due to the chemistry, but Hepburn was indeed a risk.
In fact, it was with the box office failure of Bringing Up Baby which led to her being labeled as box office poison. That’s right, this beloved comedy was, in fact, an absolute dud upon its original release. Maybe it was Grant ad libbing, while wearing a woman’s négligée, that he’s suddenly gone gay which turned audiences off. Of course, the meaning of the term was different in the ‘30s, but still . . . the fault can’t all be laid at Hepburn ’s feet. Right? Was it the editing?
Hepburn ’s role in Bringing Up Baby as Susan Vance, a hot-to-trot heiress with a leopard named Baby in tow, might have been written with her in mind, but her comedic timing still needed some work during the filming. Good thing she had Grant and co-star Walter Catlett to lean on as their vaudeville backgrounds must have aided her comedic timing in the back-and-forth banter between her and Grant .
Certainly, the cast - whose outbreaks and fits of laughter caused many delays in the completion of filming - was having a blast, but would the audience? It certainly seemed like it and with co-stars Charles Ruggles, May Robson , and Virgina Walker as David's fiancée all in, Bringing Up Baby - pets and all - seemed like it was a sure thing.
But, thanks to a re-release and the advent of television, Bringing Up Baby did indeed find an appreciative audience and the sidesplitting comedy - in which David Huxley ( Grant ), a (usually) reserved paleontologist, finds himself in a series of frustrating and funny situations involving the scatterbrained Vance, her pet leopard, and a buried dinosaur bone (thanks to a dog) that he needs for his brontosaurus display. He’s going to lose it for sure, but can he keep it together long enough to secure a million dollar donation for his museum?
Bringing Up Baby , while not the quickest of screwball families, has the answer. The laughter and the chemistry is nonstop as Huxley finds himself at the beck and call of Vance, who tries to keep him from his own wedding. Her plan might even work, too. With no straight man in sight, Bringing Up Baby is often choppy and chaotic, but there is poetry in that kind of dusting which eventually leads to SOLID GOLD .
Bringing Up Baby is a REEL CLASSIC and, thankfully, it is now on blu-ray with a newly restored 4K digital transfer, with uncompressed monaural soundtrack! The screwball sparks will fly!
Home Video Distributor: Criterion Available on Blu-ray - July 6, 2021 Screen Formats: 1.37:1 Subtitles : English SDH Audio: LPCM Mono Discs: Blu-ray Disc; single disc Region Encoding: Locked to Region A
Screwball sparks fly when Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn let loose in one of the fastest and funniest films ever made—a high-wire act of invention that took American screen comedy to new heights of absurdity. Hoping to procure a million-dollar endowment from a wealthy society matron for his museum, a hapless paleontologist ( Grant ) finds himself entangled with a dizzy heiress ( Hepburn ) as the manic misadventures pile up—a missing dinosaur bone, a leopard on the loose, and plenty of gender-bending mayhem among them. Bringing Up Baby ’s sophisticated dialogue, spontaneous performances, and giddy innuendo come together in a whirlwind of comic chaos captured with lightning-in-a-bottle brio by director Howard Hawks .
The grace! The elegance! Hepburn and Grant together again in 4K! Criterion Collection , with a 1.37:1 aspect ratio, presents Bringing Up Baby with a glorious 4K transfer that sweeps away sour memories of watching the old DVD copies of the film. Thank goodness! This crisp transfer absolutely crackles with depth, definition, and details as we get looks at nightclubs, apartment buildings, and even a courtroom and it all looks amazingly handled. Even the night scenes are pocketed with details. The black-and-white photography here sizzles and the blacks and grays are handled expertly by the transfer.
You’ll be heard laughing over the DTS-HD Master Audio 2.0 track which accompanies this film.
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Complete with an essay by critic Sheila O’Malley and, for the Blu-ray, the 1937 short story by Hagar Wilde on which the film is based, the special features on this release are definitely interesting. We get interviews, audio excerpts, video essays, plus the 4K restoration. Fans are going to love this release!
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MPAA Rating: Unrated. Runtime: 102 mins Director : Howard Hawkes Writer: Dudley Nichols; Hagar Wilde Cast: Katharine Hepburn; Cary Grant; Charles Ruggles Genre : Comedy | Romance Tagline: And so begins the hilarious adventure of Professor David Huxley and Miss Susan Vance, a flutter-brained vixen with love in her heart! Memorable Movie Quote: "Well, I've heard that if you throw pebbles up against a window, the people think it's hail and then they come and close the windows." Theatrical Distributor: RKO Pictures Official Site: Release Date: February 18, 1938 DVD/Blu-ray Release Date: July 6, 2021. Synopsis : While trying to secure a $1 million donation for his museum, a befuddled paleontologist is pursued by a flighty and often irritating heiress and her pet leopard, Baby.
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By Sheila O’Malley
Jul 6, 2021
“T his is probably the silliest thing that ever happened to me,” tut-tuts stuffy paleontologist David Huxley (Cary Grant), in Howard Hawks’s 1938 classic Bringing Up Baby. As A. O. Scott has observed, Bringing Up Baby is the “screwiest screwball of them all.” It is so divorced from normal society that its scenes taking place in the civilized daylight can be counted on one hand, while night scenes dominate. All hell breaks loose at night in the form of a couple of leopards terrorizing the countryside, wreaking physical, emotional, and societal havoc. Bringing Up Baby is the silliest thing to happen to American comedy, too, and has been a reminder for eighty-three years (and counting) of how necessary and sneakily profound silliness can be. The film opens with an exchange the Production Code censors missed. David—sitting on a scaffold above a brontosaurus skeleton, holding an enormous bone—calls to his fiancée, the humorless Alice Swallow (Virginia Walker), “Alice, I think this one must belong in the tail.” Alice, probably unaware of the double entendre of her last name, says, “Nonsense. You tried it in the tail yesterday.” Alice sends him off to golf with Mr. Peabody (George Irving), who is considering securing a million-dollar donation to David’s museum. But David gets sidetracked by a breezy whirlwind named Susan Vance (Katharine Hepburn), who first steals his golf ball and then steals his car (it won’t be her last car theft), causing David to abandon Mr. Peabody on the golf course and chase her down. In one of the funniest visual gags in the movie, David stands on the car’s running board, hanging on for dear life as this crazy woman careens out of the lot. The next day—after Susan and David cause multiple scenes at a supper club that result in the two literally, if unintentionally, ripping off each other’s clothes—they both receive packages: for David, it’s the “intercostal clavicle,” the bone needed to complete his dinosaur, and for Susan, it’s Baby, a leopard with a yen for the song “I Can’t Give You Anything but Love, Baby.” With all those bones, balls, and cats running around, it’s obvious the censors were sleeping on the job. Over the next twenty-four hours, Susan loses David’s bone, breaks up his engagement, and destroys his brontosaurus. David, pulled along in her wake, wrestles with a leopard in a pond, sings at the top of his lungs underneath a psychiatrist’s window—showing pride in his harmony line—and races around in a negligee, all while trying to maintain what Molly Haskell has called “the ossified shell of his dignity.” The duo collect a cast of eccentrics along the way, including Susan’s judgmental battle-ax of an aunt (May Robson), perpetually horrified by her niece’s shenanigans, and big-game hunter Horace Applegate (Charles Ruggles), who blunders through life in a welter of confusion mixed with a misguided superiority complex. The gardener (Barry Fitzgerald) is a drunk, and the constable (Walter Catlett) gets so befuddled he throws the entire lot of them in jail, threatening to put everyone “on bread and water for thirty days.” In an interview with Peter Bogdanovich, Hawks theorized about the film’s “great fault”: “There were no normal people in it. Everyone you met was a screwball . . . I think it would have done better at the box office if there had been a few sane folks in it.” Perhaps, but the issue could run deeper: surrendering to chaos without the reassurance of a rebuilt world at the end may not have been what audiences wanted in 1938, exhausted by a decade of financial ruin and looking with anxiety at the clouds of war darkening over Europe yet again.
Hawks, Grant, and Hepburn were all at professional and creative crossroads when they made Bringing Up Baby. Hepburn’s career was in a nosedive after her initial triumphs gave way to a series of flops. She had made her film debut as a full-blown lead, in 1932’s A Bill of Divorcement, then won a best actress Oscar for her third film, the following year’s Morning Glory, and was nominated in the same category two years later. Being embraced by the industry that quickly is almost unprecedented, and perhaps her early success made her a bigger target for backlash. By the midthirties, her stylized high-class persona was wearing thin with audiences, and her forays into different types of material fell flat.
If all you saw of Hepburn’s work was Bringing Up Baby, you would think screwball was her forte, but the film is an anomaly in her career. She went on to give funny performances, including in her next two films, the adaptations from Philip Barry plays Holiday (1938) and The Philadelphia Story (1940)—the latter being the picture that really turned her run of bad luck around—and then in her witty collaborations with Spencer Tracy; even the way she lands her cutting quips in a historical drama like The Lion in Winter (1968) shows her tuning-fork ear for comedy. Screwball shenanigans did not come naturally to her, though, and after Bringing Up Baby she never played such an agent of chaos again. In the first days of rehearsal for the film, she struggled with the slapstick material, and Hawks saw that she was “trying to be funny.” He asked Catlett, a vaudeville veteran, to give her some tips. To Hepburn’s credit, she did not balk at this interference but took Catlett’s coaching and ran with it, as though she were born to the genre. Hepburn often played very uptight, high-strung characters. Here, she is an irresistible engine of fun. To watch her sitting at the bar, giggling as she tries to pop an olive into her mouth, a glittering ribbon spiraling around her face in unruly corkscrews, is to enter Susan’s reality-distortion field.
She got mostly positive reviews. Otis Ferguson wrote in the New Republic that she was “triumphant in illogic and serene in the bounding brassy nerve possible only to the very, very well-bred.” Variety called her “invigorating.” However, audience response was erratic: the film did well in some cities, flopped in others. It was pulled from Radio City after just a week. The shoot ran long and went over budget, so RKO lost money on the unpredictable ticket sales. Hepburn took much of the blame, and ended up on the infamous “box office poison” list compiled by Harry Brandt, president of the Independent Theater Owners Association. Hepburn was in good company on the list: Joan Crawford, Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, and Kay Francis were also labeled “poison.” While Hepburn was going through a rough patch, Grant, having just become a big star with 1937’s The Awful Truth, was on the ascent. It had taken him a while to find his way, experimenting with different styles, gestures, accents. He was calculated about remaking himself, saying, “I invented an accent . . . The rest I stole from Noël Coward.” He made his screen debut the same year Hepburn did, but despite appearing in eight films in 1932 alone, he didn’t make much of an impression, as hard as that is to believe now. Mae West used him twice, in She Done Him Wrong and I’m No Angel (both 1933), as pretty-boy eye candy, but in those films he is almost amorphous and indistinct, lacking the sharp boundaries necessary for his eventual sui generis movie magic. That would finally arrive in 1935’s Sylvia Scarlett, directed by George Cukor. Playing opposite Hepburn, Grant is not the lead, but he steals the movie. Cukor himself said, “ Sylvia Scarlett was the first time Cary felt the ground under his feet as an actor. He suddenly seemed liberated.”
“Hawks’s sense of humor was silly and cynical, and screwball would prove to be the perfect landscape in which to play out his fantasies of the battle of the sexes.”
David Huxley was a radical shift for Grant: he had never before played a workaholic, sexless nerd. Hawks told Grant to think of everyman silent film star Harold Lloyd, who often played a resourceful boy next door eager to do well, and Grant understood instantly, even adopting Lloyd’s signature thick glasses for the role. In David, Grant almost single-handedly created the prototype of the absentminded professor. His posture is ramrod-straight, arms hanging like inert logs as he runs after Hepburn in an anxious little trot, his steps tiny and filled with fear. The dam bursts when, clad in Susan’s negligee (three feathery poufs on each arm, like rings around a rogue planet), he bumps into her aunt, who demands to know why he is wearing those clothes. Grant explodes, “Because I just went gay all of a sudden,” leaping into the air on “gay,” his tall frame bent at the waist, arms outstretched. It is difficult to imagine another actor playing the moment the way Grant plays it, with that much freedom and a willingness to acknowledge the elephant of fluid sexuality in the room. There have been reams of commentary on that line, particularly because of the long-standing, well-founded speculation that Grant himself was on the gay side of the sexuality spectrum, rumors he was well aware of at the time. Whatever the truth may be about his personal life, the result is electrifying. Even in screwball, leading men didn’t, in general, go that crazy.
The screwball-comedy era had dawned in 1934 with the one-two punch of Frank Capra’s It Happened One Night and Hawks’s own madcap Twentieth Century, a film that broadened the scope of his talent. Though Hawks worked in all genres—his second film had been a sex comedy about Adam and Eve, with cameos by dinosaurs, in a little foreshadowing—his main interest was the world of men. Many of his films show men working together to solve mechanical problems, bonding through camaraderie and cooperation. But his sense of humor was silly and cynical, and screwball would prove to be the perfect landscape in which to play out his fantasies of the battle of the sexes. It would take a few years for Hawks to make a proper screwball follow-up to Twentieth Century. He worked a lot in the midthirties, but in retrospect, one senses that he was spinning his wheels. Samuel Goldwyn fired him in the middle of shooting Come and Get It (William Wyler stepped in to finish the film), and he spent a good deal of time developing Rudyard Kipling’s Gunga Din for the screen (George Stevens ended up directing the project). It was during this aimless time that Hawks came across a short story by Hagar Wilde in the RKO story department, with a note attached: “Hilariously funny, and the possibilities for further comedy complications are limitless.” Hawks agreed.
Wilde had some experience in show business, with a previous stint in Hollywood writing dialogue for The Age for Love for Howard Hughes in the early thirties. Hawks brought her back to adapt her story for the screen, with help from Dudley Nichols—an interesting choice, since he was known for dramas (he had recently won the Oscar for John Ford’s The Informer ). Some of the dialogue is taken word for word from the source, but major changes were made. In the story, there is no brontosaurus and David is not a paleontologist. He and Susan are engaged, and Susan’s aunt is coded as a lesbian, living for years with an ex–opera singer named Drusilla. Nichols removed Drusilla and added the complications of Alice and the intercostal clavicle, all while maintaining Wilde’s dizzy tone. In the many interviews Hawks gave later in life, he said he didn’t care about funny dialogue. Humor came from the situation. More specifically, the characters in his comedies don’t know they’re in a comedy. They think they’re in a tragedy. To David Huxley, losing the intercostal clavicle is a devastating disaster. To Susan, the thought of losing David throws her into a panic. “He’s the only man I’ve ever loved!” she sobs to her aunt. When David keeps getting up from the dinner table to follow the dog around, it’s hilarious not thanks to any verbal jokes but because of the logic underneath the absurd behavior.
“It may end in an embrace, but it is impossible to imagine David and Susan in a conventional domestic relationship.”
Bogdanovich asked Hawks if David “abandoned his scientific life” at the end. Hawks replied, “Well, let’s say he mixed it . . . He becomes more normal as the picture goes along, just by his association with the girl.” (It’s illuminating that, in Hawks’s view, Susan is the normal one.) Marriage barely exists in Hawks’s films, and when it does show up, it’s not exactly a blessing. Children are also nearly nonexistent, and the proverbial white picket fence is nowhere to be found in his capacious dreamspace. When David realizes Susan is the one for him, he exclaims, “I love you, I think!” The “I think” is classic Hawks. Bringing Up Baby may end in an embrace, but it is impossible to imagine David and Susan in a conventional domestic relationship.
When compared with other screwballs of the era—even with the ones Hawks went on to direct— Bringing Up Baby seems almost like the genre’s feral stepchild. The film doesn’t just go off leash; it questions the concept of leashes altogether. The law of the jungle reigns. Bringing Up Baby has much in common with Shakespeare comedies such as A Midsummer Night’s Dream and As You Like It, in which the characters leave the rule-bound court and enter the forest. In the forest, love, lust, gender-bending, and magic all flourish. At the end, the characters return to the court, ready to rejoin society. Order is restored. In Bringing Up Baby, though, order is not restored: the brontosaurus collapses, and so does civilization. Maybe it deserves to go down. Bringing Up Baby was rediscovered in the fifties and sixties with the advent of television and the Cahiers du cinéma crowd, who adored Hawks, lifting him into the pantheon. The film quickly shot to the top of everyone’s list as one of the funniest comedies of all time. Its initial reputation as a flop continues to puzzle, and points to the pitfalls of deciding what is or is not a classic in real time. Sometimes you just have to wait. Hawks lived to see his film vindicated. A cautionary tale embeds itself in Bringing Up Baby in the form of Horace Applegate. If Susan hadn’t barged into David’s life, David might have become a pedantic, celibate bore like Horace. This is romantic and hopeful, yes, but a little disturbing too. What a close call! We like to think of our identities as solid, that we are in charge of our destinies and can course-correct on our own if necessary. Hawks chuckles and says, “Wanna bet?” Through the pandemonium, David becomes a real person. Alice dumps him, saying, “You showed yourself up in your true colors. You’re just a butterfly.” Alice, of course, misses the point, as the Alices of the world always do. A butterfly doesn’t symbolize irresponsibility. A butterfly symbolizes transformation. Susan forces David out of his chrysalis, and he emerges into the limitless night air, where a man can breathe, where a woman not only loves him but returns his bone to him, at last.
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Directed by howard hawks.
Bringing Up Baby is a 1938 American screwball comedy film directed by Howard Hawks, starring Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant, and released by RKO Radio Pictures. The film tells the story of a paleontologist in a number of predicaments involving a scatterbrained woman and a leopard named Baby. The screenplay was adapted by Dudley Nichols and Hagar Wilde from a short story by Wilde which originally appeared in Collier's Weekly magazine on April 10, 1937.
The script was written specifically for Hepburn, and was tailored to her personality. Filming began in September 1937 and wrapped in January 1938; it was over schedule and over budget. Production was frequently delayed due to uncontrollable laughing fits between Hepburn and Grant. Hepburn struggled with her comedic performance and was coached by her co-star, vaudeville veteran Walter Catlett. A tame leopard was used during the shooting; its trainer was off-screen with a whip for all its scenes.
Although it has a reputation as a flop upon its release, Bringing up Baby was moderately successful in many cities and eventually made a small profit after its re-release in the early 1940s. Shortly after the film's premiere, Hepburn was infamously labeled box-office poison by the Independent Theatre Owners of America and would not regain her success until The Philadelphia Story two years later. The film's reputation began to grow during the 1950s, when it was shown on television.
Since then, the film has received acclaim from both critics and audience for its zany antics and pratfalls, absurd situations and misunderstandings, perfect sense of comic timing, completely screwball cast, series of lunatic and hare-brained misadventures, disasters, light-hearted surprises and romantic comedy. Nowadays, it is considered one of the greatest films ever made.
In 1990 Bringing Up Baby was selected for preservation in the National Film Registry of the Library of Congress as "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant", and it has appeared on a number of greatest-films lists, ranking at 88th on the American Film Institute's 100 greatest American films of all time list.
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18 Feb 1938
102 minutes
Bringing Up Baby
Screwball comedy is defined by the eccentric characters, unconventional situations, slapstick, mishaps, sexual chemistry and snappy repartee of this landmark jape. Staples of the genre an absent-minded professor, a madcap heiress, a contrary animal (or three in this case), a large sum of money being sought, pratfalls, cocktails, false identity, a pursuit, a car crash, an unwanted fiancee, and absurd confusion are all present in mint condition in Howard Hawks' breakneck-paced, maniacally funny picture; written by one of the top screenwriters of the 30s, Dudley Nichols (an Oscar winner for the John Ford drama The Informer (1935).
The earnest, easily muddled palaeontologist in need of some fun, Dr. David Huxley (Grant) is awaiting the last bone to complete the brontosaurus he has laboured four years to reconstruct. It is to arrive on the morrow, his wedding day. Fiancee and assistant Alice Swallow (Virginia Walker), a prim bluestocking scold, sends him off to play golf with the lawyer of a potential benefactor, to schmooze for a million dollar grant to continue his project at the natural history museum. But Huxley's efforts on the golf course become a shambles when he encounters blithe and playful, "conceited, spoiled little scatterbrain" Susan Vance (Hepburn). And that's just the first five minutes. Give her 24 hours and disaster instigator Susan is going to turn David's life upside down.
Baby is the tame leopard Susan's brother has shipped from his hunting expedition in Brazil (just the sort of thing the idle rich do in 30s films). The only information that comes with him is that Baby likes dogs (whether as food or for companionship poses a later relevant question) and music, particularly I Can't Give You Anything But Love. He also likes mauling the hapless professor Huxley, as does Susan, who is determined to have him and keep him near when she discovers how handsome he is without his academic specs on.
Thus he is shanghaied to convey Baby to Susan's aunt's farm in Connecticut where after the obligatory collision with a poultry truck, car theft and the swiping of David's clothes she is revealed as the wealthy philanthropist. Meanwhile, her fiendish fox terrier George steals and buries the brontosaurus clavicle (somewhere in a 26-acre garden), Susan frees a man-killing leopard she's mistaken for the missing Baby and most of the ensemble are jailed in noisy pandemonium.
Countless films have imitated Bringing Up Baby, most famously Peter Bogdanovich's homage What's Up, Doc? (1972), but it is
futile to look for its equal. Hawks, a master of any genre, was one of the innovators of deliriously frantic, overlapping dialogue; only His Girl Friday (1940 also Hawks) can claim faster talking. Hepburn and Grant, who made four films together, are a peerless partnership in the departments of good looks, charm and comic timing, throwing themselves down slopes, into water holes, atop a dinosaur and into love like no-one else. Highlights include Susan, unaware David's foot is on her hem, stomping off minus the back of her lame gown, forcing a tandem silly walk out of a club to cover her exposed drawers; Susan and David harmonizing I Can't Give You Anything But Love to a sulking Baby on the roof, over a Viennese psychiatrist who's already convinced they're insane; and the enraged David aggressively accosting stately Aunt Elizabeth (May Robson) while he's wearing nothing but a marabou-trimmed negligee.
The special effects, devised by Linwood Dunn, deserve a mention since, even today, the interplay between Grant, Hepburn, the pooch, the recalcitrant Baby, and his deadly double, looks hilariously real. The leopard was filmed separately and put together with his co-stars by means of a travelling matte, blended split-screen technique. Look very closely when Hepburn drags the snarling beast into the police station (actually she was heaving a prop man tied to her rope), and you may just glimpse the ghost image of another rope (the underlay footage of the trainer pulling the leopard).
Bringing Up Baby, which cost about a million dollars to make, did not find favour with audiences on its first release and actually lost about $365,000. Hepburn's latest of several flops, it ended her work at RKO. She moved back to New York for two years, returning in possession of the rights to film The Philadelphia Story, for which she chose Grant to partner her in a triumphant comeback at MGM. Ironically, as RKO declined, Bringing Up Baby's popularity grew alongside its reknown as "the definitive screwball comedy". And so did Hepburn's fortune. The savvy star owned a piece of it.
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It’s hard to believe, but the classic film “Bringing Up Baby,” released 85-years ago, was a box office bust.
However, “Bringing Up Baby” was embraced during the ‘50s when it was shown on television. A number of beloved movies also were stiffed, but became beloved and hit paydirt years after release, such as “The Wizard of Oz,” “Heathers,” “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,” “Blade Runner” and “The Shawshank Redemption.”
Somehow “Bringing Up Baby,” a brilliant screwball comedy, which landed on the American Film Institute’s Top 100 movies of all-time list, failed to connect with the general public pre-World War II. Critics claimed that Katherine Hepburn, who co-starred with Cary Grant, was box office poison. That changed with 1940’s “The Philadelphia Story,” which hit screens two years later and also co-starred Grant (along with James Stewart).
The word from the “Bringing Up Baby” set was that it was as much fun as the film, which is about a nerdy paleontologist co-existing with a flighty heiress and her leopard named Baby.
Production was often delayed due to uncontrollable laughing fits between Hepburn and Grant. It’s not surprising since the chemistry between the iconic actors is palpable. Hepburn and Grant’s connection is magical, including in 1935’s “Sylvia Scarlett,” and 1938’s “Holiday.”
“Sylvia Scarlett” isn’t a brilliant film, but it’s worth catching Hepburn portray a boy to escape the police and move about in a free manner in society. The movie was made 15 years after women were finally allowed to vote. Grant plays an affable smuggler.
“Holiday” is unadulterated fun. Hepburn portrays an unhappy wealthy woman who falls in love with her sister’s new, forward-thinking fiancée, played by Grant. Their talent for physical comedy during “Holiday” is a nice surprise. “The Philadelphia Story” is a treasure. There is nothing like Hepburn and Grant acting like they despise each other. The dialogue is amusing and biting.
“Bringing Up Baby” is an all-time great feel-good film. Director Howard Hawks’ masterpiece is delightful as the audience falls in love with two characters who get on each other’s nerves in the most amusing way possible. When Baby gets loose the fun begins. No wonder “Bringing Up Baby” has become cinematic comfort food.
“It isn’t that I don’t like you, Susan, because after all, in moments of quiet, I’m strangely drawn toward you, but well, there haven’t been any quiet moments,” Grant deadpans in one of the film’s oft-quoted lines. Drum roll, please. That was one of the many great lines delivered by Grant, which reflects all of the witty dialogue of the time that propels one of the fastest-paced comedies of all time.
Not only does “Bringing Up Baby” still hold up, it laid down the template for much of modern cinematic comedy. The main characters behave like children. The supporting cast is wacky. An animal plays a prominent part. Grant’s relationship with Baby is reminiscent of Ben Stiller’s back and forth with the dog in the hilarious “Something About Mary.” Both characters have to hide their anger in order to get what they want.
An airhead makes the life of a level-headed character difficult has been the plot of many films, which recalls John Hughes’ “Planes, Trains and Automobiles,” among other movies.
However, the difference between “Bringing Up Baby” and many films, which appropriated elements of the movie, such as “Step Brothers,” “Dinner for Schmucks” and “Dumb and Dumber,” is that there is not a mean bone in the film or the skeleton of the brontosaurus that Grant’s character is constructing.
And they certainly don’t make them like Grant and Hepburn anymore since both actors spoke in a very distinct manner. Most actors today echo those in the world of broadcast news.
Linda Ellerbee summed it up in her illuminating book, “And So It Goes,” by noting that television news anchors sound like they were raised in the same room.
The same goes for contemporary actors. Can anyone distinguish Tom Hanks’ accent and speech pattern from Tom Cruise? And then there were the likes of Stewart, who had a voice that was as distinct as a fingerprint.
Some of “Bringing Up Baby” is dated, but that’s to be expected of a movie made just a few years after the Great Depression arrived. However, the intelligent writing, the joyful silliness and the rapid-fire dialogue between Hepburn and Grant make it a sheer delight and a terrific film for the entire family.
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Rated 4/5 Stars • Rated 4 out of 5 stars 08/28/23 Full Review Shadowman4710 One of the best of the "Screwball Comedy" era, Bringing Up Baby is a blast from start to finish. Katherine Hepburn and ...
Our review: Parents say ( 8 ): Kids say ( 7 ): This is generally considered to be the ultimate example of the screwball comedy, which reached its apex in the 1930s, and director Howard Hawks proves his mastery of the genre. He pulls off an outlandish plot at breakneck speed with fabulous witty repartee and romantic tension between the perfectly ...
Bringing Up Baby: Directed by Howard Hawks. With Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Charles Ruggles, Walter Catlett. While trying to secure a $1 million donation for his museum, a befuddled paleontologist is pursued by a flighty and often irritating heiress and her pet leopard, Baby.
Bringing Up Baby is a 1938 American screwball comedy film directed by Howard Hawks, and starring Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant.It was released by RKO Radio Pictures.The film tells the story of a paleontologist in a number of predicaments involving a scatterbrained heiress and a leopard named Baby. The screenplay was adapted by Dudley Nichols and Hagar Wilde from a short story by Wilde which ...
January 18, 2024. "Bringing Up Baby," a 1938 screwball comedy with Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn, was initially a flop but later celebrated for its witty humor and role reversal. Kim Newman's review of Bringing Up Baby (1938) describes it as the quintessential screwball comedy, initially a box-office failure but later appreciated for its ...
Bringing Up Baby delves joyfully beyond the stiff pretences of modern life to reveal the wild and lustful animal that still lies beneath the surface. Full Review | Dec 12, 2023.
BRINGING UP BABY, Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, 1938. Everett. The enduring fascination of this 1938 screwball comedy is due to much more than its uproarious gags. Having already helped launch ...
Film Review - Bringing Up Baby Howard Hawk's screwball comedy, Bringing Up Baby (1938), that entails a series of misunderstandings occurring one after the other between a polite paleontologist, a gorgeous clumsy woman and a leopard named Baby. After their run in at a golf course, Susan (Katharine Hepburn) convinces David (Cary Grant) to help ...
Vernon L. Walker. Music. Roy Webb. Screwball sparks fly when Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn let loose in one of the fastest and funniest films ever made—a high-wire act of invention that took American screen comedy to new heights of absurdity. Hoping to procure a million-dollar endowment from a wealthy society matron for his museum, a ...
Bringing Up Baby (1938) is one of versatile director Howard Hawks' greatest screwball comedies and often considered the definitive screwball film. It is also one of the funniest, wackiest and most inspired films of all time with its characteristic breathless pace, zany antics and pratfalls, absurd situations and misunderstandings, perfect sense of comic timing, completely screwball cast ...
Picture 7/10. The Criterion Collection brings Howard Hawks' screwball classic Bringing Up Baby to Blu-ray, presenting the film in its original aspect ratio of 1.37:1 on a dual-layer disc. The 1080p/24hz high-definition encode is sourced from a new 4K restoration performed by Criterion. Warner's original DVD edition, while decent for what it ...
The insanity of Bringing Up Baby perfectly exemplifies screwball comedy, and both Hepburn and Grant perform wonderfully in their roles, allowing the film to offer some comment on the state of gender roles in relationships - all of which earns it a place among the Greatest Films of All Time.
Theatrical Distributor: RKO Pictures. Official Site: Release Date: February 18, 1938. DVD/Blu-ray Release Date: July 6, 2021. Synopsis: While trying to secure a $1 million donation for his museum, a befuddled paleontologist is pursued by a flighty and often irritating heiress and her pet leopard, Baby. Blu-ray review of Bringing Up Baby: The ...
Bones, Balls, and Butterflies. "T his is probably the silliest thing that ever happened to me," tut-tuts stuffy paleontologist David Huxley (Cary Grant), in Howard Hawks's 1938 classic Bringing Up Baby. As A. O. Scott has observed, Bringing Up Baby is the "screwiest screwball of them all.". It is so divorced from normal society that ...
Bringing Up Baby - Metacritic. 1938. Approved. RKO Radio Pictures. 1 h 42 m. Summary While trying to secure a $1 million donation for his museum, a befuddled paleontologist is pursued by a flighty and often irritating heiress and her pet leopard, Baby. Comedy.
Bringing Up Baby is a 1938 American screwball comedy film directed by Howard Hawks, starring Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant, and released by RKO Radio Pictures. The film tells the story of a paleontologist in a number of predicaments involving a scatterbrained woman and a leopard named Baby. The screenplay was adapted by Dudley Nichols and ...
18 Feb 1938. Running Time: 102 minutes. Certificate: U. Original Title: Bringing Up Baby. Screwball comedy is defined by the eccentric characters, unconventional situations, slapstick, mishaps ...
Somehow "Bringing Up Baby," a brilliant screwball comedy, which landed on the American Film Institute's Top 100 movies of all-time list, failed to connect with the general public pre-World ...
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LOS ANGELES TIMES Film Review - February 19, 1938 - submitted by Renee Klish. Hepburn's New Picture Comedy Hit. Without peradventure of a doubt "Bringing Up Baby" will take its place among the most insane comedies of the year, and yet one of the most original, and fantastically amusing.
Review. Howard Hawks was a director who worked in a variety of genres—Western (Rio Bravo), noir (The Big Sleep), gangster (Scarface), and comedy (His Girl Friday).Despite his impressive filmography, however, only one of his films made the American Film Institute's Top 100—Bringing Up Baby. Cary Grant plays David Huxley, a buttoned-down, socially inept paleontologist immersed in his work ...
Blu-ray Review: Howard Hawks's. Bringing Up Baby. on the Criterion Collection. Howard Hawks's screwball classic looks and sounds sharper than ever thanks to this magnificent release. Howard Hawks's 1938 screwball classic Bringing Up Baby is so astounding in its verbosity, so breakneck in its pacing, that it threatens to swallow viewers up ...
Bringing Up Baby (1938) Released: 18 Feb 1938. Rated: Passed. Runtime: 102 min. Director: Howard Hawks. Genre: Comedy, Family, Romance. Cast: Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Charles Ruggles. Writer (s): Dudley Nichols, Hagar Wilde. Plot: While trying to secure a $1 million donation for his museum, a befuddled paleontologist is pursued by a ...
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