A dog's life, or why bother?
This may or may not be of any importance to you or to
anyone else in these trying times, but I do wonder why anyone would want to
write a biography of Rin Tin Tin. For
those of you who know nothing of the history of American cinema, and I am sure
such people must exist somewhere, Rin Tin Tin was the wonder dog who saved
Warner Brothers studios back in the 1920’s. Movies featuring the heroic pooch
saving the poor, the innocent, and the leading lady from Indians, outlaws,
lecherous bankers and other assorted riff-raff were absolute box office gold
during the Jazz Age. Rin Tin Tin was so
popular that in 1927 he got the most votes for Best Actor in the balloting for
the first Academy Awards, a result the Academy disavowed because they feared no
one would take the award seriously if a dog won it. The Academy polled its
membership again, this time stipulating that the members could not vote for Rin
Tin Tin, no matter how much money the mutt made, and so it came to pass that
the German actor Emil Jannings became the first recipient of the Best Actor
Oscar, as well as the first winner not to show up to receive his Oscar, which,
just to be historically accurate here, was not called Oscar at the time he won
it. Coming in second to a dog must have
ground on Jannings’ sensibilities no end, as did knowing that Rin Tin Tin was even
more popular in Berlin than he was. Jannings returned to Germany soon after
scoring an undisputed second place win, another victim of the sound revolution
in films. Neither Jannings nor Rin Tin Tin spoke English very well, but the American
public was more willing to overlook the lack of adequate English language skills
in a German Shepherd than they were in a German, so Jannings went home to
Germany to star in Nazi propaganda films and Rin Tin Tin went back to making
money for the Warner Brothers.
All of which is very interesting, of course, but it still
does not explain why anyone would write a biography of a dog. A dog’s life,
even a dog as celebrated as Rin Tin Tin, is not particularly interesting, and
yes, I can hear all of you dog lovers sharpening your knives out there. Allow me to ask a question: did Rin Tin Tin
even know he was a movie star? Of course
he didn’t—he was a dog, remember?
Whether the dog in question is Rin Tin Tin or Ace the Incredible Wonder Dog or that
yipping little mutt next door that pisses in my mother’s geraniums every day, they are
still dogs. A dog’s life is easy to understand: you eat, you sleep, you
evacuate your bowels, you smell other dogs’ backsides, and on occasion your
owner shows you how to do something, and if you do it right, you get a treat.
Except for that bit about smelling each other backsides, there’s not much
difference between Rin Tin Tin and your average Democratic voter. A dog’s life
is not an unhappy one, all told, because it’s just the same old same old every
day, which might get monotonous for you and me but doesn’t seem to bother dogs
one iota.
Given the monotony of such an existence, why would you
want to read a dog’s biography? If you
are interested in Hollywood history and the scandal that often attaches itself
to that history, there’s nothing to beat Flipper’s biography, not by a long
shot. The dissolute dolphin was apparently an accomplished orgiast and probably
a rapist as well, a common trait amongst his species, apparently, and reading
about the lengths the studios were prepared to go to in order to cover up the
craven cetacean’s wallowing in the moral gutter at Hollywood and Vine does make
you marvel at the extent people will collaborate with squalor if they think
they can make a profit from it. Or you
could read the biography of Seabiscuit, the darling of the 1930’s racing world,
which is such a story of moral uplift and triumph against long odds that it
will bring tears to your eyes and you will want to read the book to your
children so that they might profit from the great horse’s example. But Rin Tin
Tin? Or any other dog? Frankly, I would prefer to read Flipper’s confessions that
he scored with his human co-stars than know that Rin Tin Tin barked on cue on
Tuesday, August 6th, 1929, and I think everyone else will probably
feel the same way. I could be wrong about that, of course; there’s lots of dog
lovers out there, you know.
Labels: Animals, autobiography, biography, dogs, Rin Tin Tin, Roberta Vasquez
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