MILLER IN THE WILDERNESS"The Misfits" is Arthur Miller's first work ofmajor importance since his marriage with Hollywood.It is his first screenplay and the filmedproduction was made by one of Hollywood's betterdirectors. At first glance its setting and charactersappear to provide Miller with the raw materials foranother of the plays he writes so well--the socialplay in which the individual is the crucial element.But before we read the play or see the film, thereis a fleeting doubt about the bona fides of a filmwhich has as its protagonists Clark Gable andMarilyn-in roles which are almost distilled versionsof whatever is symbolised by their own screenimage. In fact this gloomy feeling is reinforced asthe film progresses, until our final judgment mustbe that Miller has succumbed to a weak compromisebetween artistic integrity and the box office. InMiller's case this is sadder than usual, because histalent is far greater than that which is usuallycompromised in this way. "The Misfits" is thetypically modern film with pretentions to answeringartistic problems but which is never allowed to getoff the ground where it is bound to the box office.Despite Miller's patently obvious good intentionsand sincerity, the film remains sensationalismtouched by high-mindedness,Page FourteenMax GilliesThe story opens with a grand flourish of symbolism.We are in Reno, the place of easy marriageand easy divorce, the symbol of our Lost Innocence.The two male characters we meet first have failedto establish themselves in their society. Theserootless characters exist on the Nevada flats andwe are reminded continually of their being "the lastREAL men on earth". Gay (Gable) is the debonairecowhand past middle-age, and not as yet undulyworried by his alienation. Guido, aggressive in his"masculinity", indulges in a bloated image ofhimself as an outsider who doesn't really care ifhe stays outside. The symbol of his failure is ahalf-completed house built in the wilderness fora wife who deserted him by dying.Marilyn (or Roslyn, as she is called in the film)arrives on the scene. A tragic little night clubsinger from Nowhere in Particular, she is here toget a divorce. Her utter simplicity would amountto nothing more than a severe deficiency inintelligence if it were not for the elaborate superstructureof symbolism which builds her into acrusader for a return to human values: a symbolof the feminity which is the "humanising" influencein our society. Marilyn, it appears then, is to bethe Woman, and Gable the Man.STRUANj
Perce is the other party, the third of this trio of"last men". Unfortunately Perce is afflicted withan Oedipus complex which he symbolically tries tobreak away from by challenging the beasties ofthe rodeo. A rodeo-rider who is scared of the pentupfury of the bulls. An unfinished Man who can'tcommunicate. This problem of communication("saying hello," in the sententious argot of Miller'sMisfits) is not only Perce's worry; it afflicts all ofthe characters. This af course is a valid artisticquestion, but at the superf icial level of this story,it is meaningless. All of the characters are hereto escape from the frustrations of their everydaylives. Their motives (except for the Woman's) areentirely negative. It is significant here that in allof Miller's previous plays, the conflicts came notfrom isolated people, but from individuals in aclosely-knit group, a family or a small community.The Misfits exist in a social vacuum as it were,each trying to make contact, striving to break outof their own isolation and say "hello". Each ofthe Men needs the Woman, not carnally mind you,except in the case of Guido, who needs her toboost his masculine ego. Gay has to be domesticatedand Perce has to be made aware that, apartfrom his mother, another woman can note hisexistence. The Woman, because of her intrinsicnature, is not Compleat without a Man . The Hollywoodethic dictates that such an elemental womanas Miss Monroe must be completed with such anelemental man as Mr. Gable.This problem of trying to communicate could bethe basis for a powerful play about our presentdayexistence. In a society becoming so conditionedto the inevitability of des truction (nuclear or otherwise),and without any positive goals, people are"drifting apart" and the death wish could conceivablybecome part of a way of life, of thisMiller seems to give a vague suggestion and hepossibly feels that people must be told to live.However the terms of this film are so vague thathe skirts the issue. The issues of the film arecertainly "personal adjustment", "conformity," and"communication," in fact all those that are bandiedabout by popular psychology and pretentious Hollywoodism.The problems are discussed in the popularsentimentality of despair. And boy , are they discussed.The not especially articulate characters talk andtalk and talk. They talk in symbolic language.But we've already observed the triteness of thesymbolism. It is reflected in the cheap Hollywoodcorn of"Do you belong to Gay?"Ros . "I don't know where I belong."The case against Miller is even more damningwhen we read his own words. "A very great play,"he says in his introduction to his collected plays,"can be mimed and still issue forth its essentialactions and their rudiments of symbolic meaning;the word in drama is the transformation into speechof what is happening, and the fiat for intense lan guage is intensity of happening. We have had morethan one extraordinary dramatist who was acripple as a writer, and this is lamentable but notruinous." Miller, of course, has never lacked asa writer and it appears that his ruin here is dueto his ability to write.The one good sequence from the film, dramaticallyand artistically, is the concluding mustang hunt,where the last Real Men set out on a hunt to roundup the wild horse. There is real irony in the fact thatat one time the hills were teeming with the animalsSTRUANwhich, when caught, were made pets and tamed,whereas now there only a few horses remainingand, when they are caught, they are used as dogfood.The Men go out blindly to do for no reasonthat for which a reason once existed. (There isenough power in this sequence pointing up man'sneed for virility and his vengeance on a fastdisappearinganimal world to hope that one of thesedays Miller might write a real play again.) Marilynsaves the day , restoring Gay and Perce to the pathto humanity. Only Guido won't be swayed andcontinues his plunge back to barbarism.A good film for Hollywood: a disastrous one forArthur Miller. Perhaps, one day . ..THE CASTAWAYEyes alert, peeled of encumberingLash and lid,I stand alone;Waiting.Come, Oome!In the waltz of my heartAs spring is flowingForever:The magic of alone hoursWhen waiting is loving.A joy, however,Reserved for the immature.A slow chill numbnessShrinks all happiness.Dull curtains swing in a lifeless breeze.The radio blaresMeaninglessly.The clock ticks.Gentle time erasesThe smart of alonenessTill next I glimpseA selfless life-And the cycle recommences.ANCHORAGE-RUTH LEESBlack water as smooth as treacleCrossed by oily bands of light.Little winking candles lit to keep the night aliveNo cry of birdsNo splash of waterJust we twoAdrift at last from the tangled threads of otherlives.Free from circumstanceFor which, puppet-like, we play our cards.Ourselves at last.Precious, precious hoursWhich run through grasping, clutching fingers likesand.For better not to clutch greedily at preciousthings,Stand close and absorb with feelings of delightOur meted minutes of joy.Memory can capture what the senses loseCan even embellish feeling.A recompense, perhaps,For the unrelenting nature of time;The substance of dreams,The fuel for the glow of hope.But most of all these moments becomeA part of meWhich is a part of you .Page Fifteen