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Jo Van Fleet rules Elia Kazan’s Wild River playing a woman twice her own age

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For the past six weeks or so, I’ve been binge-watching The Good Wife, which I’d initially abandoned fairly early in season one. That sort of concentrated immersion in a legal drama can’t help but serve as a primer on methods of argumentation. Over the course of 115 episodes (so far), I’ve seen the attorneys on both sides use just about every trick in the book, and then improvise additional books of their own. Perhaps the only device that doesn’t frequently get employed is reductio ad absurdum, in which a proposition’s truth or falsity is suggested by taking the idea at its core to a deliberately ridiculous extreme. Makes sense, really—it’d be hard to even get started without hearing an immediate objection on the grounds of relevance, and the jury would surely be instructed to disregard any such story even if one survived intact.

Movies, however, are not jury trials, and reductio ad absurdum can be a powerful tool. One of the best examples I know of occurs early in Elia Kazan’s superb melodrama Wild River, which was released in 1960 but concerns the actions of the Tennessee Valley Authority during the 1930s. Montgomery Clift plays Chuck Glover, a TVA employee who’s been sent to persuade a stubborn old woman, Ella Garth (Jo Van Fleet), to sell her property on an island that’s soon to be flooded by the construction of a dam. Mrs. Garth is the island’s sole remaining holdout, apart from the black laborers who work for her family, most of whom have stayed put out of a combination of loyalty and fear. And the movie respects and admires her principled refusal to submit to the dictates of eminent domain (a term never spoken by any character, oddly enough, though it’s the crux of the government’s position), even as it recognizes that the dams built by the TVA were necessary and beneficial for the population as a whole. Chuck tends to make his case using abstract promises about people’s future happiness and well-being. Mrs. Garth, on the other hand… well, take a look at this clip, and see just how effective her use of reductio ad absurdum is.


First things first: Jo Van Fleet was only 45 years old when she appeared in Wild River. She was actually 16 years younger than Jay C. Flippen, who plays her character’s son, Hamilton Garth. Apparently, makeup was involved, but it’s not the garishly unconvincing old-age makeup that was standard during Hollywood’s golden age. They merely whitened Van Fleet’s hair, added some unobtrusive wrinkles and liver spots, and let her performance do all the heavy lifting. She was somehow capable of seeming—not just looking, but genuinely seeming—much older than her years, right from her big-screen debut as James Dean’s mom in East Of Eden. That role scored her an Oscar nomination; this one, surprisingly, didn’t, even in a year so weak for Best Supporting Actress that Shirley Jones managed to win (for Elmer Gantry). To be clear, what’s impressive isn’t that Van Fleet is playing a character almost twice as old as she is—it’s that she’s not letting the need to appear elderly distract her from the character’s emotional truth. There’s nothing even remotely stunt-like about her work here. It’s direct and unfussy and powerfully moving.

That said, she gets an invaluable assist from Wild River’s remarkably complex screenplay, written by Paul Osborn (who also adapted East Of Eden). One of the reasons this scene works so well is that Osborn begins it by having Mrs. Garth more or less threaten the black workers, in response to the sudden departure without notice of one worker who decided he didn’t want to stay and drown. An earlier scene had made it clear that the Garth family itself does no real work on the island, and there’s a civil-rights aspect to the story, as Chuck gets angry pushback from white thugs when he announces his intention of hiring African-Americans to clear the island (once Mrs. Garth agrees to leave or is forcibly removed), and of paying them the same wage as white laborers. Consequently, when Mrs. Garth commences her speech, intimidating a bunch of silent, wary black men who inhabit what looks like a shanty town, she comes across as the movie’s villain. She even bangs on the door of the abandoned shack with her cane at one point, implying that anyone else who leaves the island without informing her will suffer physical violence.

When she turns to a man named Sam (played, uncredited, by Robert Earl Jones, father of James Earl Jones), then, and tells him that she’s going to buy his dog, Blue, whether he wants to sell him or not, there’s no reason to think she isn’t serious, apart from the fact that it’s a total non sequitur. Certainly, Sam and everyone around him thinks that she means business. It takes a moment for both the viewer and Chuck (as seen in some expertly subtle reaction shots) to realize that she’s concocting an analogy for the U.S. government’s “offer” to buy her land and relocate her to a very nice house on the mainland. She even makes a point of offering Sam a price for Blue that’s quite generous—$15 in 1934 would be about $260 today. Like a crafty lawyer, though, Mrs. Garth knows that Sam will voice the point she wants to make to Chuck, who she’s aware has just arrived and is observing the scene. (Note how Kazan has Clift sidle into the frame behind her as she makes her phony demand, to remind us as well.) The analogy is imperfect, since she makes no claim that buying Blue will somehow help the community, but it’s hard not to feel for Sam as someone in power orders him to give up something he loves, and by extension it’s hard not to feel for Mrs. Garth. (What happens to her over the rest of the movie only compounds that empathy.)


It’s a strong piece of writing, very ably directed by Kazan. (Another visual grace note: Mrs. Garth begins the scene with the countryside and horses behind her, ends it with the workers and their homes behind her.) Mostly, though, it’s just a sensational showcase for Jo Van Fleet, who makes the scene far more powerful than it would be on paper. The long, thoughtful pause she takes after Sam tells her, “You ain’t got no right to make me” is a thing of beauty—clearly, that’s the response she intended all along, yet she still lets it sink in, hard, without turning to Chuck with a “gotcha” look or anything similarly cheesy. She gives his protest the weight it deserves. And while this whole charade is rather cruel to Sam, the affectionate wink she gives him at the end, to let him know that she was never serious, or even really talking to him, somehow makes it retroactively okay. It’s not easy to make a simple wink do that much work, but Van Fleet pulls it off. Only then does Mrs. Garth finally turn to Chuck and formally complete the reductio ad absurdum argument. The scene continues for a fair bit after the end of this clip (the whole thing runs close to 10 minutes), and her concluding argument (not shown here) is brutally simple. “Oh, you can get me off by force, I reckon,” she tells him, her face a rigid mask of determination. “It won’t take much force. But it will take some.”

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