Menuhin agreed to a series of filmed 
                performances for the director Paul Gordon, 
                to be made in Charlie Chaplin’s studios 
                in Hollywood in 1947 and here are the 
                results. The centrepiece was the Mendelssohn 
                Concerto but there were also genre and 
                encore pieces with accompanists Adolf 
                Baller and even, on one film, a moonlighting 
                Doráti. 
              
 
              
Though Menuhin later 
                downplayed any philanthropic impulse 
                in bringing music to the cinema for 
                those for whom the concert hall was 
                distant, forbidding or too expensive, 
                it was clear that Gordon had a willingness 
                to broaden the ambit of the concert 
                violinist. There had always been some 
                interest, from the earliest days, to 
                see opera and concert musicians on film, 
                even when the technology didn’t allow 
                for sound. Vitaphone, which synchronised 
                film with a separately recorded disc, 
                later had some real cachet. But by the 
                time Menuhin recorded these filmed pieces 
                musical biopics had been undertaken 
                and things were considerably more sophisticated. 
              
 
              
The format was a Hollywood 
                Gothic title, prefacing the work. Naturally 
                the director’s name is prominent. In 
                the touching and enjoyable interview 
                that Menuhin gave to Humphrey Burton 
                in 1997 he has pertinent and revealing 
                things to say about the casualness of 
                the proceedings, about its "let’s 
                go" simplicity. One of the more 
                entertaining jobs for obsessives might 
                consist in trying to fit names to the 
                faces in the West Coast orchestra assembled 
                that day. Is it my imagination or isn’t 
                that Eleanor Aller of the (future) Hollywood 
                String Quartet leading the (small) cello 
                section? 
              
 
              
There seem to have 
                been three cameras for the concerto 
                – retakes were prohibitively expensive, 
                not least for the band and union rules 
                – and there’s really only one clumsy 
                edit or reel change throughout. Menuhin’s 
                face is rather mask-like, concentrated, 
                unostentatious, almost immobile beneath 
                the arm pits with his right bow arm 
                very high (he comments on this 
                feature in the interview). The lack 
                of extraneous gesture is not cold but 
                is concentrated to a powerful degree. 
                No knee bends or perambulation from 
                him – current contortionists please 
                note. 
              
 
              
To get over the problem 
                of camera angles and sustaining interest 
                some tricksy shots were used – high 
                angles, reverse angles, from the cameraman’s 
                crouch up - though looking back Menuhin 
                felt these films were "too early 
                for their time" and whilst they 
                tried to do new things didn’t give employ 
                artifice to "make it interesting 
                enough." Menuhin was filmed standing 
                so far behind Baller in Brahms that 
                the unfortunate pianist is constantly 
                turning his head round to synchronise 
                chording. 
              
 
              
In the F sharp minor 
                Dance Doráti only makes a visual 
                appearance toward the end – very frustrating 
                as he’s having a whale of a time ignoring 
                the printed score and imagining himself 
                back in Budapest in a cimbalom and fiddle 
                café band. Menuhin appears in 
                shirtsleeves in a couple of these pieces 
                – clearly Sarasate was considered suitable. 
                For the Habanera Menuhin stands, back 
                to us, facing a studio window, which 
                opened out to a painted park. He turns 
                around with agonizing slowness. One 
                thing for admirers; the Bazzini Calabrese, 
                an E minor Waltz, is entirely new to 
                his discography. We watch him in the 
                Burton interview listening and watching 
                his playing, his earlier self, from 
                fifty years before, something I find 
                touching. He also pays deserved and 
                eloquent tribute to Baller, a long-time 
                accompanist, whose hands had been broken 
                by Nazi thugs, but whose recovery was 
                total. 
              
 
              
It’s not true that 
                these films will unlock the Menuhin 
                secret to those yet to be captivated 
                by it. But they are fine documents, 
                genuinely instructive (note the left 
                hand thumb position in the reverse shots) 
                about the mechanics of playing the violin, 
                revealing Menuhin’s warmth and humanity 
                and opening up a little known corner 
                of musical performance on film. I have 
                to say it exceeded my expectations and 
                I enjoyed it greatly. 
              
 
               
              
Jonathan Woolf