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The Glorious Trash of Duel in the Sun

“The most repellent film I have seen this year. It contains all the impurities of the foulest human dross. It is sadism at its deepest level.  It is the fleshpots of Pharaoh, modernized and filled to the overflowing. It is mental and physical putrefaction on the march but nearing the end of final decomposition.”

That was notorious Memphis film censor Lloyd Binford talking about Duel in the Sun. Binford was the head of the censor board in the Bluff City for 28 years. He decided what did and didn’t play on the big screen here, and Hollywood listened. He was an avowed white supremacist who once banned the 1947 Our Gang reboot Curley because it portrayed a mixed-race classroom. “During the mid- and late-1940s Binford particularly targeted any film that depicted social intermingling between races, no matter how innocent nor how mundane that interaction was,” says Steven J. Ross, professor emeritus at the University of Memphis. “Unless it unequivocally depicted Blacks as being subservient and deferential to white people, Binford either banned such films entirely or demanded the offending scenes be cut. Most famously, MGM relegated Lena Horne exclusively to song and dance numbers that could be removed from the film without affecting the story when it played in Memphis.”

As you can see from the opening quote, another film Binford absolutely hated was Duel in the Sun. But it wasn’t a low-budget “race picture,” nor did it depict a train robbery (which was another sore spot with the unpredictable and grumpy censor). It was the second most popular film in America, written and produced by legendary Hollywood exec David O. Selznick, and cost more to make than Gone With The Wind. It starred A-listers Joseph Cotten, Gregory Peck, Lillian Gish, and Lionel Barrymore; star Jennifer Jones received an Academy Award nomination for her performance. And it was directed by King Vidor, the Texan who had put Memphis on the Hollywood map in 1929 with the all-Black musical Hallelujah.

No, Binford hated Duel in the Sun because it was just too sexy. “It is far from a great film,” Ross says. “But it absolutely was pushing the boundaries as to how far a prestige, big-budget film could depict sex and violence. Its nickname in the trade papers was ‘Lust in the Dust.’”

Jennifer Jones packing heat as Pearl Chavez in Duel in the Sun.

Ross has been studying Binford’s legacy as part of a new documentary project about the infamous censor with producers Barbara Hall and Tamara Trexler, and with Chris Blair, professor of media arts at Union University. “Binford made Memphis so notorious during his quarter-century reign as dead censor that the phrase ‘Banned in Memphis’ virtually became a nationwide advertising slogan to lure movie goers with the promise of something forbidden.”

Ross says Binford’s efforts to keep Memphians pure from the corrupting sights of cowpokes getting busy were all for naught, as moviegoers flocked across the bridge to West Memphis to see the picture. On August 26, Binford will again be thwarted when Ross hosts a screening of Duel in the Sun at Black Lodge, the Midtown movie Mecca that Ross calls “the perfect venue for films that are disreputable and yet full of astounding imagery. With Duel, we can laugh at its heaving-bosom, overheated sense of ‘forbidden sex’ while also appreciating the fever-dream quality of its lurid Technicolor images, which fortunately have been restored to all their original, over-the-top glory. If trash this be, it is trash made with the same skill, resources, imagination, and technical expertise seen in all the highly regarded Oscar-winning films that had made Selznick’s reputation as the most prestigious of all independent producers.”

Duel in the Sun rolls at 7 p.m. on Thursday, August 26; afterwards, Ross will lead a discussion of the deliciously trashy Western.

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Hallelujah Screening at the Brooks

Mystery Train, a moody comedy by envelope-pushing director Jim Jarmusch, is generally regarded as a landmark moment for modern filmmaking in Memphis. A historical marker in front of the Arcade restaurant at the corner of S. Main and G.E. Patterson commemorates Mystery Train, and the numerous subsequent films that were shot in and around the refurbished district, including early features written and directed by local filmmaker Craig Brewer. But Mystery Train is hardly Memphis’ most historically important film. That honor goes to King Vidor’s Hallelujah, which was released exactly 60 years before Jarmusch’s soulful meditation on time, distance, and decay, and is screening at the Brooks Museum this week.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, which was shot in and around Memphis, was nominated for an Academy Award in 1929 and is identified by many contemporary critics as a film of note. It never had a chance at the box office. It’s not that there wasn’t a market for the innovative talkie, but the film simply wasn’t made available. Hallelujah’s cast was entirely African American, and nobody had ever seen that before. The novelty, however, was no match for institutional racism. In Chicago, theater owners, with the exception of a lone indie, passed on the first run of the film, fearing that it would attract a large audience — but a black one. The casting made the film a non-starter for theater owners in the Jim Crow South.

Although it was unprecedented, Hollywood producers knew Hallelujah was a risky proposition from the beginning and wouldn’t have made it in the first place if King Vidor, a proven director, hadn’t agreed to forego pay and roll his salary into production costs. And even if Vidor’s depictions of African Americans seem stereotypical by modern standards, the filmmaker clearly set out to buck norms and make the best film white Hollywood could make about black culture in the South. The story of sin, seduction, and salvation stars Daniel L. Haynes as a good man who makes bad decisions, especially when he shares the frame with Nina Mae McKinney, an actress known as “the black Garbo.”