Vagabond Violinist (1934) review - Dust, fake violin bowing, and Merle Oberon

If you have a soft spot for dusty, black-and-white dramas where people stare longingly out of rainy windows, Vagabond Violinist might be your jam. But if you can't stand slow 1930s pacing and actors who project their voices like they are performing for the back row of a theater, stay far away. 🎻

It's basically about this composer guy, Paul (played by John Garrick), who is trying to make it big. Meanwhile, his assistant Germaine—the wonderful Merle Oberon—is totally head over heels for him, but he is too busy being a "genius" to notice.

I will be honest, I watched this mostly for Merle. She has this way of looking incredibly sad with just her eyes, even when the script gives her almost nothing to do.

The Violin Problem

The main problem is John Garrick's violin playing. Or rather, his fake violin playing.

You can clearly tell he has no idea where his fingers are supposed to go on the strings. In one close-up, his bow hand is so stiff it looks like he is holding a tree branch.

It is kind of hilarious, actually. 😂

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The audio quality in my copy was also pretty rough. There is this one scene where they are having a quiet, emotional talk, and suddenly someone sets down a teacup.

It sounds like a minor car crash because the microphone was obviously placed way too close to the table. It reminded me a bit of the clunky sound design in other early talkies from around this time, like Way Down East. They just had not figured out how to hide the microphones yet.

Still, there is a weird charm to how simple the story is. Germaine just stands in the corner, holding sheet music, looking like she wants to hug him or shake him.

Mostly shake him, probably. He is pretty oblivious.

The ending comes up super fast, almost like the filmmakers realized they were running out of physical film. One minute he is struggling, the next... well, things happen, and then the screen just fades to black.

It is not a masterpiece, not by a long shot. But if you like old, forgotten films like The Man from Monterey, it is a harmless way to spend an hour.

A few things I noticed:

• The sheet music on the piano never actually gets turned. He just plays the same page forever.
• Merle Oberon's eyebrows deserve their own acting credit.
• There is a dog in the background of one outdoor scene that looks very confused to be there.