Chasing Illusions This 1959 remake of the 1934 weeper glams up the Fanny Hurst story. Lana Turner's comeback in the wake of the Johnny Stompanato murder and director Douglas Sirk's American swan song, "Imitation of Life" is both deluxe Hollywood star vehicle and expressionistic auteur cinema.
"IoL" has a touchy issue at the core of its central drama. Released four years prior to the March on Washington, the film is, in good part, about race relations. Although detailing the friendship between two women, one black and one white, Lana is a glamorous, romantically desirable actress who attains super-stardom, swirling about in multiple drop-dead-gorgeous outfits. Juanita Moore, on the other hand, is plain, maternal, self-sacrificing and seemingly content to remain Lana's maid, schlepping around in frumpy frocks and cloth coats. Both women are mothers and, ironically, it is the black mother-and-daughter storyline that is the most interesting and best remembered.
Susan Kohner plays Ms Moore's light-skinned offspring, Sara Jane, determined to pass as white to the point of ditching her undeniably African-American mother. Kohner's desperation throughout is touching but it's her final scene that is guaranteed to make me cry every time I see this film, no matter how much hokum there is en route.
A somewhat overly peppy Sandra Dee assays the role of Lana's daughter, Susie. "You've given me everything a mother could, but the thing I wanted most -- your love," Miss Dee shouts, much to Lana's anguish, proving that white women have tsuris, too; all the main characters in this film have been chasing illusions (the "imitations of life") that only bring them sorrow.
In a bid to exploit Lana's real-life drama at the time -- another type of imitation of life to be certain -- the script calls for Susie to fall in love with Lana's boyfriend, Steve, portrayed by staggeringly stalwart John Gavin.
Another cinematic paean to a mother's love and sacrifices, "IoL" expertly hits a deep emotional chord with most viewers. On the way to the socko sentimental climax, however, there is much to be admired and to be entertained by: the use of Technicolor and widescreen to infer psychological states and the relationships between characters; Eleanore Griffin's dialog that never states something once if it can state it thrice for extra intensity ("I'm white! White! White!", "I'm not going up and down, up and down! I'm going up! And up! And up!"); Sara Jane's foolhardy downward spiral that results in her taking a job as a showgirl sipping from a chalice on a mobile lounge chair; and heartbreaking moments as when Sara Jane tells her mother, "And if we should pass on the street, just keep walking."