"A drama," they call it, and true enough, a drama it is. But to an extent this is a film that somewhat occupies a strange place. The content defining the first 45 minutes or is strikingly dark - any basic premise of the movie refers to male figure Viktor as a "tyrant," but that alone is too kind a word to describe his monstrous behavior and cruel disposition. The tone that 'Master of the house' adopts is much too light to wholly impart the horrid abuse he inflicts upon his wife, his children, and everyone else around him, which with a mere change of technical composition would be fitting for a more modern, grittier rendition. At the same time, the described comeuppance he slowly comes to receive is indeed gratifying, and conveys much needed levity to offer counterbalance to the severity of the first act. Even as the picture ultimately ends as we anticipate, there's sufficient somber realism in the course of events that frankly a content warning is necessary in light of Viktor's iniquities and his family's victimization.
With all that said, however, there's also no mistaking that the miasma serves to build a wonderfully engrossing, compelling story. The adapted screenplay concocted between director Carl Theodor Dreyer and playwright Svend Rindom is filled with vivid, engaging scene writing, and strong characters who have real arcs. The narrative is unexpectedly rich and satisfying as it plays with timeless themes of family, responsibility, and humility. Plenty of other movies over the years have toyed with similar notions in different ways and to varying degrees of success, yet to whatever measure comparisons can be drawn, 'Master of the house' still comes off as a title all its own, with a precise, pleasing mixture of drama and lightly comedic elements. Moreover, at length it's terrifically endearing in its heartfelt sincerity, communicating important social messaging as Viktor learns what is most important.
One must note the swell contributions of everyone on hand, including those behind the scenes working in costume design, hair and makeup, and set design and decoration. Dreyer's direction - guiding the cast, arranging shots and scenes, and helming the production generally - is sturdy and capable, as is his editing. Above all, though, the cast is a delight. Johannes Meyer gives an exquisite performance as Viktor, illustrating super range and poise in embodying the man at his most cretinous, but also in his humbled state. Playing opposite Meyer with great nuance and strength of personality, Mathilde Nielsen is a blast as nanny Mads, serving as a brilliant foil and corrective force in the home. Even the young actors depicting the children, especially Karin Nellemose as oldest daughter Karen, demonstrate fine ability even at just the start of their careers, and it's a treat to watch them all practice their craft.
Between the subject matter, the overall thrust of the plot, and the film's place in the silent era. This isn't necessarily going to be for all viewers. For any subjective difficulties that may present, however, by far I dare say this is a tremendously worthy, absorbing feature that very well stands the test of time. Rather excruciating as the first bit of the length is, when all is said and done 'Master of the house' is earnest and beautiful, and rewarding as a viewer. Anyone who isn't turned off by what a mere glance may portend would do well to sit for it, and I think there's enough value here that enough those who tend to resist silent pictures may still find it worthwhile. Long story short, if you have the chance to watch 'Master of the house,' I think these are 107 minutes that hold up very well almost 100 years later!
