The artlessly derogatory subtitle (no longer used) affirms just how long ago this was, near to the dawn of the feature film. It is sentimental, and its characters are archetypes, but it still has a power to move that remains undimmed.
Lillian Gish is an abused girl of 16 growing up in poverty in Limehouse in the docks of London. Her brutal father (Donald Crisp) is a prizefighter who visits his frustrations on his uneducated, frail child. She finds brief respite in the platonic adoration of Cheng Huan (Richard Barthelmess) a poetic, Buddhist missionary who has grown disillusioned with his hope of bringing zen to the ruffians of the East End.
The film has a naturalistic look, except during the brief time spent together by Lucy and Cheng, when the image takes on a woozy narcotic feel. Gish is photographed beautifully in this scene. Her portrayal is extraordinary. She holds her body like it is broken. She has been traumatised not only by violence, but a lack of affection. Of course the acting is expressionistic, but her performance during the scenes of parental abuse is truly horrifying. She is dirty and in rags, but Griffith captures a trace of something finer in her luminescent, suffering face.
Though the film contains realistic offensive language on the title cards, it is a plea for tolerance and kindness (from the man who directed The Birth of a Nation in praise of the KKK). It creates a believable world of incredible deprivation and cruelty. The story moves along quickly and it still works as entertainment, even if quite shocking. Griffith remains a controversial figure, but was a gifted and innovative director. My pick of the films made in the 1910s.