The River Woman (1928) is a sweaty, silent mess that I kinda loved

If you have about an hour and a half and a weird soft spot for old riverboats, you should probably watch The River Woman. It is definitely for the people who like their melodrama served with a side of actual mud and dampness.

If you hate silent movies where people stare at each other for five seconds too long before a title card pops up, stay far away from this one. You’ll be bored out of your mind within ten minutes.

I caught this the other night and I’m still thinking about Lionel Barrymore’s face. He plays this guy Bill Messiter and he is just... mean. Like, the kind of mean that feels sticky.

He spends a lot of the movie looking like he wants to bite someone. It’s a great performance if you like watching a man slowly lose his grip on everything while wearing a very dirty shirt.

The story is mostly about The Duchess, played by Jacqueline Logan. She runs a saloon on the river and she’s supposed to be this tough-as-nails character, but she mostly just looks tired.

I get it, though. Running a bar in 1928 on a riverfront looks exhausting. There is a lot of wood. So much wood in every frame.

She’s stuck between Barrymore and this other guy, Chris, played by Charles Delaney. Chris is fine, I guess, but he’s a bit of a wet blanket compared to the sheer energy Barrymore is throwing around.

There is this one scene in the bar where the lighting is just... off. It’s like they forgot to plug in half the lights, so the actors are half-shadowed in a way that doesn't feel intentional.

It actually makes it feel more real, though. Like you’re peeking into a real, dark basement where people are drinking bad gin.

The pacing is a bit of a disaster. It drags for a while and then suddenly everything happens at once because the river decides to flood.

The flood scenes are actually pretty impressive for 1928. You can tell they just threw a bunch of water at some miniature houses and hoped for the best.

It’s not exactly Avatar, obviously. But there is a charm to seeing real physical objects getting destroyed instead of pixels.

I noticed a guy in the background during the big storm who looks like he’s having the time of his life. Everyone else is screaming in terror, and he’s just casually holding onto a post like he’s waiting for a bus.

It’s those little things that make these old movies better than the polished stuff we get now. It feels human and messy.

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The writing is by Adele Buffington and a few others, and you can tell there were too many cooks. One minute it’s a romance, the next it’s a bootlegging thriller, then it’s a disaster flick.

It reminds me a bit of Mannequin but with way more dirt and significantly less fancy clothes. The Duchess has some cool outfits, but they all look like they’d smell like river water and old cigars.

There’s a moment where Barrymore confronts Chris and the camera just stays on his eyes for a weirdly long time. I started counting and got to seven seconds before it cut away.

It’s supposed to be tense but it actually made me laugh a little bit. He just looks so intense about everything.

The movie doesn't really know how to end, either. It just sort of... stops after the water goes down. 🌊

I think it’s better than The Legion of Death, mostly because the river setting gives it some actual texture. You can almost feel the humidity coming off the screen.

Is it a masterpiece? No way. But if you want to see what people thought was peak drama a hundred years ago, it’s a fun ride.

I liked the way they handled the title cards, too. They didn't use too many, which is nice because I hate reading a book when I'm trying to watch a movie.

The relationship between the Duchess and her father, played by Harry Todd, is actually the most interesting part. He’s just this old guy trying to keep his head above water, literally and figuratively.

He has this very specific way of holding his pipe that felt like he’d been doing it for forty years. 🛶

It’s definitely a movie that works better if you don't think too hard about the logic. Like, why is everyone still hanging out in the saloon when the water is clearly rising? Just go uphill, guys.

But then we wouldn't have the big dramatic finale, so I guess I'll allow it. It’s got that specific 1920s logic where drama always beats common sense.

If you're looking for something polished like Kiss Me Again, you might be disappointed by how grimy this feels. But that grime is exactly why I liked it.

It feels like a real place, even if the plot is a bit of a soap opera. Just a bunch of people on a boat, making bad decisions while the weather gets worse.

Final thought: Lionel Barrymore should have won an award for "Most Menacing Use of a Raincoat." He really leaned into it. 🧥