of the man who helped him make his first feature that he doesn’t even mention his name in Fun in a Chinese Laundry. Instead, he simply calls the man “Kipps,” after his best-known acting role. Five years his junior, Arthur George Brest, a brash Scot who preferred to be billed as “George K. Arthur,” was a man on the make. In 1921, while living in London, he had learned that U.S. director Harold Shaw planned to film H. G. Wells’s novel Kipps, about a maladroit shop assistant who inherits a fortune but stumbles when he tries to enter high society. A number of candidates for the part were sent to meet Wells, one of whom was Arthur. The actor “accidentally” knocked over a valuable vase in the writer’s home, in effect turning a get-acquainted visit into an audition. “My bewildered embarrassment and contrite (though mute) apologies worked the miracle,” he explained.1
After Kipps, Arthur snared small parts in two movies with D. W. Griffith star Mae Marsh. He also pursued Charlie Chaplin, Mary Pickford, and Douglas Fairbanks when they visited London. Arthur became so convinced of his own eventual stardom that he abandoned his new wife and sailed for the United States in December 1922. It has been suggested that Arthur and von Sternberg met on that transatlantic crossing, but the latter had actually returned two months earlier. It’s possible, however, that they knew each other in London, since Kipps director Shaw also directed Love and a Whirlwind, on which von Sternberg was an assistant. By the time Vanity’s Price came out, they were sufficiently friendly for Arthur to show von Sternberg a screenplay he’d written, Just Plain Bugs, and ask him to direct it—starring himself, naturally. Arthur even claimed to have raised $6,000—supplied, he whispered, by Chaplin.
At this point, their stories diverge. Von Sternberg says he offered to write a better script as a showcase for their talents, but Arthur says the script already existed. He also denies claiming that Chaplin was involved. According to Arthur:
We … divided up the necessary capital into sixteen shares. I had five and a half shares, von Sternberg four and my sister Doris Lloyd two. We were short of the rest of the money—about £400—and you can guess what luck I had trying to persuade the film people, who are used to films costing at least $25,000, to put money into a picture which was only going to cost so little. However, we started, borrowing a studio and using old scenery, which we “dressed up” ourselves. Eventually things got so bad that we were able to make only four hundred feet of film at a time as we raised the money.2
Von Sternberg calculated that by staging most of the action outdoors, he could shoot for three weeks on Arthur’s $6,000. “I had in mind a visual poem,” he wrote. “Instead of flat lighting, shadows. In the place of pasty masks, faces in relief, plastic and deep-eyed. Instead of scenery which meant nothing, an emotionalized background that would transfer itself into my foreground. Instead of saccharine characters, sober figures moving in rhythm…. And dominating all this was an imposing piece of machinery: the hero of the film was to be a dredge.”
As a first step, he rowed out to the dredge perched on a barge in San Pedro harbor and persuaded the operators to let him shoot there. Meanwhile, a cast and crew were rounded up. Cinematographer Eddie Gheller, though moderately experienced, probably acted mainly as the camera operator, given von Sternberg’s intimate knowledge of film lighting. The assistant director, credited variously as “Peter” or “George Ruric,” was George Carrol Sims; later, as “Paul Cain,” he would write for crime pulps such as Black Mask, as well as scripting two distinctive thrillers: Edgar Ulmer’s The Black Cat, with Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi, and Grand Central Murder.
Von Sternberg and Arthur always claimed that they chose their cast from the bit players who hung around the studio gates—the group characterized in The Last Command as “the bread line of Hollywood.” In contrast to his denial of credit to the more important collaborators, von Sternberg remained loyal to these performers and even inserted a panel into the credits of The Shanghai Gesture, praising its “large cast of HOLLYWOOD EXTRAS, who, without expecting credit or mention, stand ready day and night to do their best—and who at their best are more than good enough to deserve mention.” Claiming that such people made up the cast of The Salvation Hunters was a good story, but untrue. Arthur was thoroughly experienced, and Robert McIntyre, an MGM casting director, helped out by recommending other talented and reliable candidates. Olaf Hytten, a fellow Scot who played a deckhand (“The Brute”), had twenty films to his credit. Otto Matiesen, aka “The Man” (or, more accurately, “The Pimp”) who lures “The Girl” into prostitution, played Napoleon in Ballin’s Vanity Fair. Even six-year-old Bruce Guerin (“The Child”) had appeared in a dozen movies. In the least likely piece of casting, “The Woman,” drab companion of “The Man” and, by implication, a whore (an intertitle describes her as having “fallen as low as her stockings,” signaling a “fallen woman”), was played by Nellie Bly Baker. She was Charlie Chaplin’s secretary but took acting roles on the side, notably as a stern-faced masseuse in A Woman of Paris. Her involvement with Arthur suggests that she was his mole in the Chaplin organization.
The only true newcomer was his star. Georgia Hale, a nineteen-year-old “dress extra” he’d met on Vanity’s Price. Impressed by her “sullen charm,” he’d lent her Daughters of Vienna and promised her a great future. Possibly they became lovers, although Hale’s sentimental memoirs, Charlie Chaplin: Intimate Close-Ups, insist the relationship was platonic, with Sternberg a solicitous friend, urging her to read more, and fretting about their stuttering careers. When, following the success of The Salvation Hunters, he took her to dinner in his new red Packard, offered her a diamond ring in lieu of a salary, and proposed marriage, she turned him down. He’d been supplanted by Chaplin, who was grooming her as his next lover and star.
Von Sternberg’s synopsis of The Salvation Hunters was curt: “Three derelicts live on a mud scow from which circumstances and environment release them after poetically conceived tribulations.” On screen, he amplifies his theme in a wordy foreword. “There are important fragments of life that have been avoided by the motion picture because Thought is concerned and not the Body. A thought can create and destroy nations—and it is all the more powerful because it is born of suffering, lives in silence, and dies when it has done its work. Our aim has been to photograph a thought. A thought that guides humans who crawl close to the earth—whose lives are simple—who begin nowhere and end nowhere.” Boiled down, this equates to “the will to achieve an end can triumph over force of circumstances”—a belief that motivated von Sternberg all his life and, one suspects, he first encountered in Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay “Self-Reliance.”
The “derelicts” of The Salvation Hunters are The Boy, The Girl, and The Child. The Girl and The Child live on the dredge, which, in some manner that is never clarified, is responsible for their orphaned situation. The Boy mopes around the harbor, brooding on the gulls, the rusting scrap iron along the water’s edge, and the fishermen mending nets. Meanwhile, the dredge tirelessly drops its claw into the water, drags up mud, dumps it, and returns for more, indifferent to the fact that with each load, an equal quantity of earth crumbles from the bank. Convinced that fate intends something better for them, The Boy suggests that the three move to the city. Von Sternberg wastes no time showing Los Angeles as a palm-shaded paradise; instead, he relocates them in a slum of dirt streets and wooden shacks in what was then Chinatown. Hopeless and hungry, they are approached by The Man, who offers them a room until they get on their feet. His companion, The Woman, is ready to feed them as well, but The Man stops her. “Hunger,” he explains in a memorably insidious intertitle, “will whisper things into their ears that I might find it troublesome to say.” In case we don’t grasp that he’s Satan incarnate, von Sternberg poses The Man against a set of goat horns attached to the wall, so that they appear to grow from his head.
Finding no work, The Boy returns with just a stick of gum. The Girl starts to look more favorably on whoring and, reluctantly, drags herself downstairs and into the street. Ignoring “Jesus Saves!” chalked on a boarded-up window, she almost immediately picks up The Gentleman, a dapper individual with a cane. He follows her to the room, where, to his confusion, The Boy and The Child are waiting while The Man lurks