The Third Man was a huge success when it came out in 1949, and has been regarded as a classic film ever since. This story of disillusionment and betrayal in a shattered and divided post-war Vienna has become part of the culture and over the years has been referred to in many other films, books and TV series. The title itself has entered the language, helped by its association with the Cambridge spies and Kim Philby’s denial that he was “the third man”. Indeed, it has been suggested that Graham Greene had his former intelligence boss Philby in mind when he wrote the character of Harry Lime.
It’s a measure of the impact of The Third Man that there is a museum devoted to the film in Vienna. There are even guided tours of the Vienna sewers, where the film’s dramatic climax takes place. In Search of The Third Man by Charles Drazin was published in 1999 for the film’s fiftieth anniversary.
The circumstances of the making of the film have almost become a myth. Part of the reason for this is that it was brought to the screen by three high-profile creative artists. Over the years, Graham Greene, Orson Welles and Carol Reed gave their own versions of the making of the film. Each had their reasons for embellishing the facts or suppressing inconvenient truths.
Drazin goes back to primary sources to get behind these accounts, to establish the truth about the film, and in the process to explain how and why the myths became accepted as the truth in the first place.
For example, when the film was made, Carol Reed was regarded as one of the world’s great film directors, whereas Welles’ reputation was rather in the doldrums. Over the years, this position reversed itself, so it became easy for people to believe the claims that Welles had directed whole sections of the film himself. Drazin confirms once and for all that Welles’ only contribution beyond his acting was the famous “cuckoo clock” speech.
Appropriately, for a story that is so concerned with the difference between appearance and reality, it turns out that nothing is quite as it seems in this film. While watching it, you would assume that it was all filmed on location in Vienna, yet many shots were filmed in the studio back in England, and then knitted together seamlessly with the location footage by director Carol Reed. And it is assistant director Guy Hamilton’s looming shadow rather than Orson Welles’ that Joseph Cotton chases.
Drazin identifies how the theme of betrayal, so prominent here, runs through all Graham Greene’s writing. He explores in detail just how and why Greene might have based Lime on aspects of Philby’s early life. He suggests that Reed’s approach as a director was peculiarly in sympathy with the tone of Greene’s writing.
He also establishes that filmmaking is a collaborative process and the success of a film can never be wholly attributed to the work of only one or two individuals. There is a sort of mysterious alchemy about the whole process, and a certain amount of luck. The Third Man was one of those rare occasions in cinema when everything just aligned the right way, as if it was meant to happen like that. Yet a good deal of that luck could be put down to the creative intuition of Carol Reed and Drazin sees The Third Man as his film, more than anyone else’s. For example, it was Reed who tracked down the unknown zither player Anton Karas and insisted that his music should be used, rather than an orchestral score as was normal at the time.
Several people who worked on The Third Man in a junior capacity, and who are interviewed here, went on to great things. John Hawkesworth was later responsible for the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes TV series and Guy Hamilton directed several James Bond films, as well as the Len Deighton adaptation, Funeral in Berlin.
This is a thoroughly well-researched, highly readable and enjoyable book, essential reading for anyone who loves the film. Sometimes, a “behind the scenes” book can lessen one’s enjoyment of a film. That is not the case here. Knowing the difficulties behind the production makes the film even more fascinating.
Welles almost didn’t play the part of Harry Lime. Another actor prevaricated for so long about accepting the part that he had to be dropped from the production. Yet would we find the film so compelling today if it had been Cary Grant standing in that doorway?
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