Richard Warner wrote:Over the years I've seen four different versions of The Blacksmith and I'm wondering if there are any other permutations out there. Also, do any Mafia Members know which is the "definitive" version? By "definitive" I mean the final cut for American release. These are the versions I've seen:
VERSION ONE
We don't see how Big Joe gets out of jail.
Virginia's mother causes her horse to bolt.
Keaton proposes to Virginia in front of a haystack.
VERSION TWO
Big Joe bursts through the side wall of the jail.
An exploding manhole causes Virginia's horse to bolt.
Keaton proposes to Virginia with the two of them sitting by the roadside.
VERSION THREE
No jail escape.
Manhole.
Haystack.
VERSION FOUR
( I briefly owned this one on an 8mm print from Glenn Photo Supply back in the 1970s, so this is from distant memory.)
Same as version one, except Big Joe is seen simply walking free from the front of the jailhouse. This is followed by an additional sequence with Keaton trying to evade Joe by pretending to be part of a roadside advert for a car. In fact, he's sitting on a plank sticking out the back of a truck and gets whisked offscreen when it drives away.
Version three is the Kino one. David Shepard mentioned in an article that this was a composite of the domestic and foreign versions, so I guess that's eliminated.
Any clarifications would be much appreciated.
Thanks!
Richard Warner
Richard, I hate to be the voice of harsh reality on your first post and query to the Silent Comedy Mafia, but the answer to your question is simple none of the above. There is no “definitive” version, of THE BLACKSMITH or any of these films. This is the fun of silent film archaeology, no two prints of any silent film were alike. You see, prints of silent films were assembled one at a time far more than a film today which may have 1600 prints run off a dupe neg for a mass weekend opening. In the teens, they would frequently edit and project the camera neg, and make all prints off it, and when it broke, they replaced the damaged footage from outtakes, delete the footage, or re-edit the film. And they would assemble completely new versions for the foreign negatives from secondary takes and sometimes second camera takes. Nobody was concerned about a “definitive” version of anything, heck, most of these filmmakers would be shocked that anyone cared ninety years later about this stuff.
This is why I get such pleasure reading Doug Sulphy prattle on about “The Chaplin Conspiracy” on that other minor silent comedy newsgroup (yeah, I admit I still look at it from time to time, heck, there’s so little actually going on there, takes less time to peruse than the Weather Channel’s website in the morning when I’m checking the daily temperature). This is classic OCD film nerdism, the screaming voices in his head will never allow him to enjoy any print of a Chaplin film because he might be missing a shot. In a glorious age where one can own most of Chaplin’s works for less than what I paid for my first print of THE GOLD RUSH, he’s going to whine that there’s a concerted effort by “them” to keep him from Chaplin’s true art. The joke is that that route leads to madness, because there are so many variables to Chaplin prints, so many different takes, so many different versions, you could never cut all that footage: multiple takes, variant footage of like shots, material Chaplin never wanted in there in the first place, that one could not cut it all together into a “definitive “ version and get nothing but a jumbled mess. Even if he came upon a brand new, struck off the original negative and hidden away and never shown original American release First National print of SHOULDER ARMS, it would be missing material that was in one of the films several alternate surviving versions. So instead of enjoying the pleasure of coming upon another print of A DOG’S LIFE ( I have three myself, each one different and unique) and being happy to see something new in it after having seen the film how many zillion times, he makes himself miserable wanting something he never can have. Pathetic.
So your answer remains: ain’t you lucky to have so many different prints of THE BLACKSMITH to see? Count your blessings and enjoy what comes before you, stop making lists and worrying about what is or is not “authentic”, original”, “definitive”, or “absolute”. Nobody was concerned at the time, why should you be now?
RICHARD M ROBERTS