Star: James Stewart
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It happened entirely by chance, but I'm happy that my journey through the IMDb Top 250 started with James Stewart in Vertigo and continued with James Stewart in Harvey. Both are notable roles by a fine actor but for very different reasons indeed. Vertigo required Stewart to play a man progressing through a strong set of character changes. Initially he's a competent detective unable to come to terms with a particular failing, he tries to redeem himself and indeed becomes a hero, only to descend through mental illness to something scarily close to stalking. He's a man trying to come to terms with his own humanity, the sort of role that naturally requires an actor with a serious amount of dramatic talent and a particularly deep repertoire of technique.
By contrast, Harvey requires someone to co-star with a six foot tall invisible rabbit, surely a challenge but as different a challenge as could comfortably be imagined. Jimmy Stewart's performance in Harvey is very light and fluid, one of those deceptively clever portrayals that carries a lot of depth without ever seeming to. I love the easy way he played the role but, surprisingly, he didn't. He revisited it many times over the years on Broadway and eventually in a TV movie, and apparently his take on it got darker and darker with each performance. As I've seen the two films, Vertigo and Harvey, Stewart's roles seem very different. As Stewart himself saw them, they got closer and closer over time to being the same.
Like all the best plots, Harvey has to do with looking inside ourselves at who we are and why. Dowd enjoys life more than those around him and many of his acquaintances look past his eccentric habit of talking to his giant rabbit friend. However those closest to him, especially his embarrassed sister, Veta, are horrified by it. After all, how is she going to improve or even maintain her status in life if her brother invites Harvey to all her parties and persists in cheerfully introducing him to everyone? When she fails to keep him away from the house at all critical moments, she resorts instead to committing him to an asylum. Unfortunately Dowd naturally charms the staff and thus it is Veta who ends up committed. This comedy of errors fuels the plot until its surprising conclusion.
While it is James Stewart who is inextricably connected with Harvey in the minds of the public, through his long association with the story on stage, television and film, it is Josephine Hull who took home the glory and she came to the part from the stage also. She's an elderly lady who has plenty of strength even though she flounders in the face of her brother's eccentricities. Such a powerful performance suggests that I really should know who she is, but it turns out that she's known primarily as a stage actress and she only made six films. At least a quick glance at her credits tells me that I'll see her again later in this project in Arsenic and Old Lace in another role that she originated on stage.
Possibly the biggest star of the film, above both Stewart and Hull and certainly above Kellaway, is the message that the film has to offer. My stepson Shawn, only thirteen years old at the time, watched Harvey with us and, while he initially hated the crazy thing, he got gradually drawn in deeper and deeper to the point of wanting to watch it again. He kept laughing aloud at how Dowd kept turning everything around, which I think captures the essence of the part. There are always different ways at looking at anything, some of which are positive and some negative. What does it hurt us to choose the positive even when it might seem strange? In Mr Dowd's case, his choices nearly get him locked up in a mental institution, but even when all seems worst he never fails to see the good side of it all.
That's definitely a lesson for all of us and there aren't too many Hollywood classics that teach us a lesson, especially one that we're happy to hear rather than the classic Disney sort of overt preaching. Moreover, it's a massive achievement for a black and white film to entertain a thirteen year old kid in the 21st century who would usually much rather watch Cartoon Network or professional wrestling, but Harvey achieved exactly that in my household. I can't think of a much higher compliment. And now I want to see it all over again.