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Merrily We Go to Hell (1932) opens with a credit sequence displayed on an illuminated theater marquee, on which the “merry” fires of hell are embodied by a play of dancing lights. The camera sweeps across a cityscape to show us a neon-lit Chicago at the stroke of midnight and settles on the balcony of an apartment in a high-rise building. Jerry (Fredric March), a journalist, huddles behind a bottle-strewn table, as if to protect himself from the party in progress within, on the other side of sheer-curtained French doors. Jerry is drunk, as he will be throughout most of the film, and his vision is obscured, but he is able to make out the brusque come-on that one of his newspaper colleagues delivers to a young woman, Joan (Sylvia Sidney). Seeking refuge, Joan comes out onto the balcony. Unlike the other revelers, Jerry is charming rather than aggressive when drunk, and Joan immediately falls for him.
As the two flirt, Jerry picks up a melody that we first heard during the opening credits and sings: “First she gave me gingerbread and then she gave me cake; and then she gave me crème de menthe for meeting her at the gate.” The song, silly as it may be, is an earworm that gains resonance as the film progresses, for it both encapsulates and predicts the developing relationship between Jerry and Joan. Merrily We Go to Hell traces the arc of the romance from this initial meeting to their marriage and its failures, from Jerry’s short-lived attempt to stay sober and his struggle to complete a play to Joan’s increasingly desperate efforts to make things work. Throughout the film, Joan will provide the gingerbread and cake, and Jerry will promise to meet her at the proverbial gate, although he is usually drunk and late or does not appear at all.

The song appears once again later in the film when Joan, who has exchanged glamorous gowns for a housedress and apron, tries to make dinner for Jerry and their friends. Jerry has received three rejections for his play, and Joan tries to cheer him up by singing the song. She sings her version softly and hesitantly, and it lands with a thud. Jerry’s mood changes only with the arrival of a telegram with the good news that his play has found a producer. It will take several more scenes for Jerry to detach from Joan, start drinking again, and take up with his leading lady, but the magic between them, along with any promises of gingerbread and cake and crème de menthe, at least for the time being, has vanished.
Merrily We Go to Hell was directed by Dorothy Arzner, the only woman to be making studio films in the thirties, and it shares with other Arzner films, such as Christopher Strong (1933) and Craig’s Wife (1936), a focus on the dynamics of heterosexual courtship and marriage. Merrily is a damning portrait of the stakes of marriage, in which the woman takes on the burden of loving a man who is too narcissistic and oblivious to pay attention to her. The humor and banter of the film mask the underlying emotional turmoil. Jerry may be the theater person, but Joan’s happiness and devotion are the true performances, attempts to cover up her desperation. She tries to step up to the challenge of making a life with her husband; Jerry’s only commitment is to the bottle, so much so that he cannot even utter the one phrase Joan longs to hear: “I love you.” Marriages often do not work out well in Arzner’s films, but Merrily We Go to Hell may be her most cynical take on the institution’s effects on women. The heroines of Christopher Strong and Craig’s Wife have female friendship to buffer them, even if those friendships do not provide any kind of respite in the end. In other Arzner films that focus on romance, the friendships between women characters are just as important as the heterosexual love plots, as in The Wild Party (1929) and Dance, Girl, Dance (1940). But Joan’s one female friend, Charlcie, abandons her, while Vi, a jaded older woman, virtually disappears after offering Joan advice.

This was Arzner’s tenth feature film, and her last for Paramount Studios (known at the beginning of her career as Famous Players–Lasky Corporation), where she had worked her way up the cinematic ladder in the twenties with jobs ranging from script girl and cutter to editor and screenwriter. She made her directorial debut in 1927 with Fashions for Women. By 1932, Arzner was well-known and respected for her efficiency and problem-solving, and especially for her work with actors—women actors in particular. Through the silent and early sound eras, her work with Esther Ralston, Clara Bow, and Ruth Chatterton gained Arzner a reputation as a star-maker. That she was entrusted with Bow’s first sound film, The Wild Party, shows how quickly she had earned respect as a director. Financial crises at Paramount in the early thirties, combined with Arzner’s own desire for new opportunities, led to her departure from the studio to become an independent director for hire. After Merrily We Go to Hell, she would make Christopher Strong for RKO with Katharine Hepburn—another emerging star whose persona she helped to create.
Arzner’s work with male actors is not as well known as her work with women, but it deserves mention as well. March was an established star when Merrily We Go to Hell was released, due in no small part to the films he had already made with Arzner. The movie was their fourth and final collaboration, after The Wild Party, Sarah and Son (1930), and Honor Among Lovers (1931). March was a gifted actor, and at the time of the release of Merrily We Go to Hell, he was still basking in the success of his virtuoso performance in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Rouben Mamoulian, 1931), which had brought him wide acclaim and a best actor Oscar. Under Arzner’s direction, March’s performances are subtler and just as effective. In all four of his roles for her, he plays a man of some authority (a professor in The Wild Party, a lawyer in Sarah and Son, a Wall Street trader in Honor Among Lovers, and a respected journalist in Merrily We Go to Hell). Yet the authority of these characters is undercut by their reluctance to take action. Professor “Gil” Gilmore in The Wild Party loves Clara Bow’s character but avoids her for fear of her impetuous ways, and in Sarah and Son, Howard Vanning, a lawyer for the family that refuses to let Sarah (Ruth Chatterton) see her son, loves Sarah but fears that she may well be unstable. Jerry Stafford, the trader in Honor Among Lovers, knows he loves his secretary, Julia (Claudette Colbert), but he cannot make a commitment, just as Jerry is unable to tell Joan he loves her in Merrily We Go to Hell. All of the couples are united at the conclusions of these films, but the hesitations of March’s characters delay the resolution of a “happy ending.” He brings dry wit and deadpan humor to his role as Jerry, so that even his dark descent into addiction has a charming and amusing veneer. March has an uncanny ability to portray indecisiveness as both infuriating and sympathetic, so that his characters in Arzner’s films, and especially Jerry in Merrily We Go to Hell, embody the ambivalence of the films themselves—in this case toward the institution of marriage.
Indeed, one of the key features of Arzner’s work in general is the ironic detachment her films generate from the norms of female behavior, calling attention to how women suffer in the socially sanctioned situations designed to make them flourish. Marriage is the most common such norm, a source of a variety of forms of renunciation, among them the sacrifice of career for love (Christopher Strong), the excessive devotion to a house at the expense of a spouse (Craig’s Wife), and the exchange of a “wild party” of a life for marriage defined by a man’s desires (The Wild Party). The feminism of Arzner’s films is grounded in how they offer ironic comments on the usual solutions for women, rather than embracing them.
“Joan’s story is told most forcefully in close-ups that reveal Sidney’s most striking characteristic: her expressive face.”

Like many of the women actors who worked with Arzner, Sylvia Sidney was an emerging young star (she was twenty-one when she appeared in Merrily We Go to Hell). Sidney’s diminutive size was often emphasized in both her film roles and publicity about her (an August 1932 Screenland article about the actor’s new home shows her dwarfed by her surroundings and is titled “Little Girl—Big House”). It would have been easy for Arzner and crew to play to Sidney’s petite size, thus affirming her diminishment in her marriage, but however hurt and desperate Joan may be in the film, she is not portrayed as a tiny, helpless victim. For example, after Jerry and Joan’s first encounter, we see Joan in her mansion in a long shot as she bounces down a huge staircase. She is a small figure in the image and might seem dwarfed by her surroundings (little girl, great big house indeed). In this film, though, her energetic movements and her ebullient laughter light up the formal space and bring it to life. Her shoes click loudly as she comes down the stairs, echoing the tap dancing of Jerry’s friend Buck in the previous scene. Her vital presence overwhelms the space, rather than vice versa, and Arzner’s presentation of her in this way constitutes a feminist response to the common image of Sidney—and other actresses, for that matter—as being physically insignificant. Arzner’s heroines may often appear to be typically feminine, but they take up much more room and generate much more activity than the characters usually played by Hollywood starlets at the time.
Joan’s story is told most forcefully in close-ups that reveal Sidney’s most striking characteristic: her expressive face, in which sadness and joy are visible at the same time. She tries desperately to grow into her new role as wife to an unstable man. If she laughs, she always seems on the verge of tears, and if she cries, she seems to be on the verge of laughter. Yet some close-ups of Joan’s face convey more depth than her laughter, or tears, might suggest. A significant moment in the film occurs after Jerry fails to show up at their engagement party, because he has passed out in the back seat of a taxi. Joan is furious and sad, and she drives off, alone, in her car. For once, she has mobility (usually Jerry drives her car). Arzner shows her in close-up as her face registers disappointment, anger, and desperation all at once. The image dissolves from the close-up of Joan to images of church bells ringing. Given Jerry’s failure to appear at the party, it is hard to believe that the bells signal Joan’s wedding to Jerry, but they do. The dissolve from Joan’s face to the bells suggests more than her despair; it affirms, however paradoxically, her determination to make the marriage work. Yet when we see the wedding in a long shot, with Joan now appearing as a tiny figure engulfed by the guests and the wedding party and the space of the chapel, she is diminished. The transition from Jerry’s absence to Joan’s car ride to the wedding happens very quickly in the film, yet that single close-up, with its fleeting promise of action on Joan’s part, demonstrates that there is little space in the world that she inhabits for a woman to drive anywhere but to the altar.
Merrily We Go to Hell was adapted from a popular novel by Cleo Lucas, I, Jerry, Take Thee, Joan (1931), and the basic premise of the book is maintained in the film. Many of the movie’s more granular details, from the gingerbread song to witticisms such as “Gee, you’re swell” and the phrase “Merrily we go to hell” itself, are also directly carried over from the novel. The biggest difference between the two works is in how they conclude. At the end of I, Jerry, Take Thee, Joan, Joan is not pregnant. She accepts an invitation to join her old friends at a beach party, where the ocean tempts her to end it all. She attempts suicide, while Jerry is too busy nursing a hangover to attend to Joan until it is too late; she dies of double pneumonia. The novel concludes with a drunken Jerry at a party, too drunk to remember that Joan has died.
Is the conclusion to Arzner’s film an attempt to rewrite the end of Lucas’s novel into the proverbial happy ending? If so, it is hardly convincing. True, Joan doesn’t die in Arzner’s film. She has tried to tell Jerry she is pregnant, but he ignores her and she finally moves out. Her departure makes Jerry despondent, and he once again gives up alcohol. He tries to contact Joan by sending letters and flowers, finally telling her in writing that he loves her. Learning about Joan’s pregnancy through an announcement in the newspaper, he runs to Joan’s side and finds that the baby has died. When he finally tells her to her face that he loves her, Joan can only laugh and cry at the same time, crinkling her eyes and scrunching her mouth into her typical expression of sadness and joy as she calls him “my baby, my baby.” So, when Jerry finally utters “I love you,” it is unclear whether he is addressing a wife or a mother. As a hybrid of romantic comedy and melodrama, Merrily We Go to Hell leaves us with an image of death and rebirth. One suspects that gingerbread, cake, and crème de menthe will soon be on the table to help recreate an impossible ideal of wedded bliss.
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