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5.1/10
Archivist John
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A definitive 5.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Sal of Singapore remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Sal of Singapore is a weird little silent film from 1928, a kind of rough-and-tumble melodrama that feels a bit out of time even for its era. If you're into the strange corners of silent cinema, especially those with an almost accidental charm, you might find something here to ponder. But if you're looking for polished storytelling or anything that holds up to modern narrative standards without a lot of mental heavy lifting, you'll probably just find yourself confused and maybe a little bored. It's for the patient, the curious, and those who don't mind a film that occasionally stumbles, sometimes quite spectacularly.
The premise itself is golden: a crew of hardened sailors, all gruff and sea-weathered, find a baby in a rowboat. This isn't some delicate, well-wrapped infant either, but a full-on, flailing human that immediately throws their entire ship into disarray. The initial scenes on the ship are probably the strongest, full of genuinely funny moments as these men, who clearly haven't held anything softer than a rope, try to figure out how to handle a squalling baby. Fred Kohler, usually the heavy, gets to do some surprisingly nuanced work here, his face a mixture of bewilderment and a flicker of something almost paternal. You see it in his eyes, that slight softening around the edges, even as he barks orders.
There's a shot where one of the sailors, I think it was Dan Wolheim, tries to feed the baby some kind of gruel with a spoon that looks like it's meant for stirring a cauldron. The baby just splatters it everywhere. The sheer exasperation on his face, the way his bushy eyebrows practically hit his hairline, it’s a perfect bit of silent comedy. It feels earned, not forced.
But then they hit Singapore, and the film takes a turn. The whole 'find a woman to care for it' plot kicks in, and that's where things get… uneven. The streets of Singapore are clearly a backlot, and not a particularly convincing one. The extras move with that slightly too-deliberate pace you often see in these older films, like they're trying not to bump into the camera. It never quite feels alive.
Enter Phyllis Haver. She’s introduced as this glamorous, slightly dangerous figure, all sharp angles and dramatic eye makeup. Her character, Sal, is supposed to be the one who can help, but her initial reaction to the baby is so over-the-top dismissive it almost feels like she's in a different movie. One intertitle has her declaring something like, “A baby? What would I do with a squalling brat?” It’s a line that would work if the film was leaning harder into farce, but it’s played with such earnest melodrama that it just feels stiff.
The chemistry between her and the sailors, particularly Kohler’s character, is a bit of a mixed bag. When they’re bickering, it has a certain spark. But when the script tries to force a deeper connection, it often falls flat. You can almost feel the film trying to convince you this moment matters, rather than letting it organically develop. There are a few scenes where Sal is supposed to be bonding with the baby, and the edits are so quick, cutting from a close-up of Sal looking vaguely annoyed to the baby gurgling happily, that the emotional shift never quite lands. It’s like they knew they needed to show it, but didn't quite know how to make it believable.
The pacing, too, becomes an issue once the baby is off the ship. The search for a suitable caregiver, and then the subsequent complications that arise, drag quite a bit. There’s a sequence involving a chase through what's supposed to be a crowded market that feels endless. It goes on about 30 seconds too long, and the frantic cuts don't build tension so much as they just make you wonder when it’s going to end. The background details here are interesting though; someone clearly put effort into dressing the stalls with what looks like actual produce and textiles, even if the overall effect is still a bit stagey.
One oddity: the baby itself. Sometimes it looks like a real baby, wriggling and making actual baby noises (dubbed in for modern viewings, obviously). Other times, particularly in wider shots or when it needs to be held still for a long take, it’s clearly a doll. A pretty good doll for 1928, sure, but a doll nonetheless. There’s a moment where Fred Kohler is cradling it, and the way he’s holding it, almost too delicately, makes you wonder if he’s trying to keep its head from flopping off. It’s a tiny thing, but once you notice it, it’s hard to unsee.
The film gets noticeably better once it stops taking itself so seriously and leans into the inherent absurdity of its situation. There's a scene where the sailors are trying to collectively bathe the baby in a bucket, all of them looking utterly terrified of breaking it. That's where the heart of the movie really shines through, in those unexpected moments of tenderness and clumsy care. It doesn't need grand pronouncements or dramatic villainy; it just needs these rough men trying to be gentle.
Eventually, the plot resolves itself in a way that feels a little too neat, a little too saccharine, after all the earlier grit. It’s a classic silent-era ending, I suppose, but it sacrifices some of the unique, raw charm that permeated the earlier parts of the film. You’re left with a sense that something interesting happened, but the filmmakers weren't quite sure how to stick the landing without resorting to familiar tropes.
So, is Sal of Singapore a lost masterpiece? Absolutely not. Is it a fascinating historical curio with some genuine bright spots and a whole lot of weirdness? Definitely. It’s the kind of film that gives you a window into the kind of stories being told, and the sometimes-clumsy ways they were brought to life, right before sound changed everything. Worth it if you’ve exhausted the usual suspects and want to see something truly off-kilter. Just don't expect perfection, or even consistency.
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