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At the weekend, I watched A Man for All Seasons. Directed by Fred Zinnemann and scripted by Robert Bolt from his stage play, it won the Academy Award for Best Picture and an Oscar for Paul Scofield, who starred as Sir Thomas More. I probably hadn’t watched the film since it came out in 1966 yet I remembered whole scenes and even chunks of dialogue; it’s that good.

You can see More as a Catholic martyr, a man too principled to betray his beliefs or, as Hilary Mantel does in Wolf Hall, a persecutor of ‘heretics’. The standard work on the subject is R W Chambers’ 1935 biography. More’s son-in-law Will Roper wrote The Life of Sir Thomas More. These books are favourable to More. Peter Ackroyd’s biography was brilliant at evoking Tudor London but disappointing about More, with nothing new to say. It’s years since I studied this period, so I’m not up to date with current thinking on the subject.

The film opens with Cardinal Wolsey (Orson Welles, like a great red jelly), summoning More and saying, ‘The king wants an heir. What are you going to do about it?’ Ever the cautious lawyer, More replies that he’s sure the king needs no advice from him on the subject. Wolsey dies and More is appointed Chancellor in his place. HenryVIII has now convinced himself that he is incestuously married to his brother’s wife. The only person who can dissolve his marriage to poor Katherine of Aragon is the Pope. Henry decides to make himself head of the church in England, a break from Europe far more serious than Brexit. Those who matter, like More, are to swear an oath to this effect, which More refuses to do. Bolt’s Henry is desperate for More’s approval. The king’s ally in promoting the split from Rome is Thomas Cromwell, played by Leo McKern. The Duke of Norfolk (Nigel Davenport) tries to persuade More to sign, as he has done. More’s wife (wonderful Wendy Hiller) thinks he’s unreasonable. There’s great distress for his clever daughter (Susannah York) and her new husband, Will Roper (Corin Redgrave). It’s interesting to see Colin Blakely playing a small part as More’s steward and John Hurt in his first major screen role as ambitious Richard Rich, whom More distrusts and refuses to employ. And who is that beautiful woman who appears briefly (and silently) as Anne Boleyn? Vanessa Redgrave.
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My DVD player and recorder broke and had to be replaced. I’m trying to rebuild my film library and have already bagged The Red Shoes, Roman Holiday, The Browning Version (Michael Redgrave) and The Third Man. Yesterday evening I watched Zulu, which I’d recorded because it was so long since I’d seen it. The film was made in 1964 to commemorate the heroic defence of Rorke’s Drift in 1879. Oh deary me. I found a little Zulu chanting and dancing goes a very long way. It’s also quite unrealistic, more like cowboys and indians than a genuine battle. Still a good film in its way but I deleted it as I’m unlikely to watch it again.

It's interesting, as the opening credits roll, to see: ‘and introducing Michael Caine’. The film is packed with famous actors, yet whenever new boy Michael Caine is on screen, you can’t take your eyes off him. That’s what’s called star quality; you have it or you don’t and he had it in spades. There’s a family legend that one of my ancestors had ‘a Zulu spear in his foot’, or so my father always said. I’ve no idea whether this story is true nor, if it is, when and where it happened.
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I’ve just watched Alastair Sim in Scrooge so I have to say, ‘God bless us, every one!’

I tried to upload a picture but 'Sorry, there was a problem'. Bah humbug.
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Local Hero is one of my favourite films, so I was delighted when [profile] huskyteer lent me Making a Scottish Classic. I was just going to include this in my monthly roundup but as it’s as much about the film as the book, I decided on a separate post. The book begins with the background story of the Scottish film industry or rather, the need to develop one. To be honest, this is a little tedious. Bill Forsyth began by making documentary films but his heart wasn’t in it; he wanted to make feature films. The ideas for That Sinking Feeling and Gregory’s Girl came from his work with the Glasgow Youth Theatre, using young, amateur actors who could improvise. The problem was raising the money to make any film at all. Jonathan Melville takes us through Local Hero scene by scene and it’s a sign of what a wonderful film it is that as each scene is described, you can see it in your mind’s eye.

Snippets. John Gordon Sinclair was working as an apprentice electrician when Forsyth knocked on his door and asked him to play Gregory.
Forsyth admired Powell and Pressburger, especially I Know Where I’m Going, my own personal favourite.
Peter Capaldi had never acted before!
Michael Douglas and Henry Winkler both wanted to play Mac but Forsyth preferred Peter Riegert. Riegert’s reaction to his first visit to Britain was rather like Mac’s. He was confused by the language, e.g. Capaldi complaining that he had ‘a shed on his head’ and Forsyth eating ‘a piece and jam’. Burt Lancaster claimed that he couldn’t understand a word Bill Forsyth said, because of his Glaswegian accent. He accepted the part of Happer because he liked the script, saying, ‘You wouldn’t believe the rubbish I’m sent.’
Fulton Mackay already famous, was apparently the most intimidating of the actors.
John Gordon Sinclair and Peter Capaldi ‘worshipped’ Denis Lawson and Peter Riegert because they were ‘real actors’ and they wanted to be like them. The two new boys were seen as a couple of ‘gangling youths’.

I love Denis Lawson in anything but found that, whenever Peter Capaldi was on screen, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This reminded me of Michael Caine in his film-acting masterclass saying, re the actor and the camera, that, ‘for some, fortunate people, people like looking them.’ I rest my case.

Mark Knopfler’s score is perfect for the film and he had much more influence on the making of it than I’d realised, especially the ceilidh scene. Everyone interviewed by Melville seems to have nothing but fond memories of making the film. Of course, I had to watch the film again and, thanks to the book, noticed many little details which had escaped me before. Here’s Mark Kopfler, with some scenes from the film. I love this.

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Michael Caine was ninety on Tuesday. Last Saturday afternoon was really miserable and I broke my own (ridiculous and self-imposed) rules about watching daytime TV and watched The Ipcress File and Funeral in Berlin. I’ve just noticed that BBC 4 are showing both films again this evening plus a masterclass on acting for film, given by Caine in 1987. I remember this as brilliant, so I intend to watch it. I love The Ipcress File for all the scenes of sixties London: the bowler hats, the buses, everybody smoking all the time. It’s worth watching just for that.
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My dentist recommended this Indian film, when we were talking about cricket. I had terrible trouble finding it because I thought, wrongly, that it was on Netflix. I eventually tracked it down on YouTube. I’d been told it was in English but it was Hindi with English subtitles. I think I watched the wrong version because there was far less dancing and singing than you see in the trailer below.

The film is set in a village at the end of the nineteenth century. The farmers fear they face starvation because the rains have failed. To make matters worse, the local ruler is forced by the British to raise taxes. When they protest, nasty Captain Russell issues a challenge: beat the British at cricket and be let off paying the new taxes. The hero, Bhuvan, agrees to this, to the horror of the villagers. They don’t know the game! They will lose everything! How could he be so reckless as to put their livelihoods at risk? He wins them over and then the Captain’s sister comes to the rescue. She wants to see fair play and so she, ‘the white lady’, offers to coach them, even after her brother has forbidden her to leave the cantonment. All this takes a long time and is rather slow but that’s me: I find a three-hour film too long.

Things liven up when we reach the match. It’s to be played over three days, one innings for each team. On march the British, immaculate in their whites, red caps and proper boots. The Indians shamble on, a very unprepossessing looking lot, in their everyday clothes and with home-made bats. The match is as tense as any modern game you could watch and everything comes down to the last ball… In the end, the winner is not England or India but cricket. Captain Nasty cheats but the (white) umpires are scrupulously fair and all the old colonels and dignitaries watching call out ‘well played!’ and applaud the Indian as well as the British team. You’d think they were at Lord’s.

I did enjoy the film, which is quite funny and of course, includes a love story. The moral? That cricket was the Raj’s greatest legacy to India?

callmemadam: (Alan)
I was thrilled to find that season four of Call my Agent would start this week. I’ve watched two episodes and am pleased to report that it’s as good as ever; seeing the familiar faces, it was like they’d never been away. One of the features of the show is that each episode includes a really famous star, supposedly represented by ASK, the agency of the title. I love the way these glamorous people are just worked into the story and don’t mind if they look silly. Apparently, they’ve been queuing up to do it. The first episode brought in Charlotte Gainsbourg. Amazing legs!



It’s worth watching the next part of this for the interview with Camille Cottin.
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When it’s dubbed, that’s when. There’s a site which claims to recommend all the best French films on Netflix. I picked Une fille facile only to find that instead of being in French with subtitles, it was dubbed. In my book, that’s not a French film. I abandoned that and watched a few episodes of Au service de la France, which I found just as brilliant and funny second time around.

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Yet another wild, wet day, making me feel like a prisoner. There’s nothing on television this evening. Can anyone suggest a film I might enjoy? I have Netflix and Prime. NB I don’t like horror.
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Yesterday evening, I watched a charming little French film: La Famille Bélier. Teenage Paula lives on the family farm, a lovely old-fashioned place of mixed farming. The very first scene shows her helping with a calving (her father names the calf Obama). She’s a capable girl and she needs to be. Both her parents and her brother are deaf and she has to interpret for them, often tactfully toning down the very rude things her parents have signed. Then the school music teacher discovers that she has a good voice and wants her to audition for prestigious training in Paris. When she finally tells her parents this, her mother goes berserk (both parents are quite eccentric) and poor Paula is torn between love and duty and her own ambition. Add in some teenage angst and boy trouble and you have a film which is both funny and touching. It’s on Prime.

callmemadam: (Alan)
Don’t you love it when an actor who later became a star appears in a small role in an old film? I do, I love spotting them. The other evening, I watched The Rebel, a film of 1961 starring Tony Hancock. There were stalwarts of British cinema to be seen: John Le Mesurier, Irene Handl, Dennis Price. Then, in a French café, Oliver Reed, unmistakable, although with only one line. He got a credit, too, as ‘artist in café'.
Liz Frazer in this clip.

callmemadam: (Alan)
Yesterday evening, I cheered myself up by watching North by Northwest again. Was there ever a man who wore a suit better than Cary Grant? This suit certainly sees some action in the film. I'm having a Cary Grant-fest after watching Becoming Cary Grant last week. I think it's still available on iPlayer.
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I borrowed this header from the person from whom I got the idea for this post. The plan is to list Shakespeare’s plays, saying whether or not you have read and/or seen them. The trouble with Shakespeare is that you may know a famous speech or two from a play without actually having read the whole thing. I also found Upstart Crow kept interfering with my thoughts.

All’s Well That Ends Well: Can’t remember reading or seeing it.

Antony and Cleopatra: studied this for A-Level. Seen: National Youth Theatre production with Helen Mirren as Cleopatra. My memory of this is that it was at The Roundhouse but I looked it up and it seems to have been the Old Vic. 1965! I was still at school and went with a friend. National Theatre production with Helen Mirren and Alan Rickman; very disappointing. I wonder how many people have seen both productions? I seem to remember a TV production with Colin Blakely as Antony. Perhaps my favourite Shakespeare.
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Eheu! Another hero of my youth has gone. Albert Finney has died, aged eighty-two. I fell for him totally when I was still at school and I’m so glad I saw him on stage when he was young. He was a very physical actor, with a magnetic stage presence; when he was on stage, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. I can’t think of many modern actors with his range. The picture shows him in Tom Jones. Much later in his career I thought his was the best depiction of Churchill I’ve seen.
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[livejournal.com profile] huskyteer and I watched this film yesterday evening and enjoyed it very much. I love Michael Caine and there were good film clips plus a great soundtrack featuring a lot of Kinks’ numbers. I must have been an annoying companion, with my ‘tsks’ and ‘pah!’s because, as I wrote way back in 2006, I refuse to believe that music and fashion changed the world in any way, or that the working classes asserted themselves for the first time in the sixties. Well worth seeing, though.
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A marathon watch yesterday evening and that was with skipping all the ad breaks. Olivier’s Richard III is a long film. It’s years since I last saw it and this time I had fun recognising actors I wouldn’t have known then, like John Laurie and Patrick Troughton. It does look like a period piece today. The cardboard sets, the costumes which looked borrowed from some pageant and even the style of acting, which can remind you of Robert Greene (Mark Heap) in Upstart Crow. I could picture modern day drama students watching it and roaring with laughter. Think you know it all? Watch and learn; learn how to speak verse, because you cannot fault Olivier, Gielgud, Richardson or the others on that point. Every word clear as a bell; no muttering or mumbling.

Although much parodied, Olivier’s performance as Richard is still a kind of touchstone for the role, one which other actors, with a different take on the part (endlessly possible with Shakespeare), will measure themselves against. I chose the picture above because I’ve always found his ‘honeyed words’ seducing Lady Anne (whose father and husband he had killed!) convincing. I couldn’t find a picture of the scene where, having conspired with Buckingham (Ralph Richardson) to make himself king, he swings down a bell rope and shocks Buckingham by holding out his hand for kissing, then swiftly lowers it so that Buckingham has to kneel. Melodramatic but very effective. If I’m honest, I enjoyed the recent television version, with Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard, more but I’m glad we have this (restored) version of the way things were.
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Now that Talking Pictures TV is available in my area and I’ve retuned my set to receive it, I have no excuse to moan that ‘there’s nothing on TV’. In fact, my box is filling up with films recorded for a rainy day. I’ve revisited films I saw years ago and never since, like Only Two Can Play. Yesterday evening I watched a film I’d never even heard of (but starred Dirk Bogarde) and wondered how I’d missed such a classic for so long.

It’s a black and white film, released in 1952, in which Bogarde plays Lloyd, a killer on the run. There’s a witness, a six-year-old-boy played by Jon Whiteley, who is himself running away because he fears punishment at home. Lloyd grabs the child and the two begin a strange odyssey. There are many other characters in the film but it’s really a two-hander about this odd couple. At first, the child is just an irritating nuisance but Lloyd softens, becoming almost tender in his care for him. Bogarde portrays this progression beautifully. ‘Robbie’ doggedly follows him around, refusing to stay behind even when told to and putting up with cold, hunger and fear. The sight of the little figure trudging bravely along behind his ‘abductor’ is unforgettable. Jon Whiteley says very little in this film but I think he’s probably the best child actor I’ve ever seen.

I loved this film. What treat for me next?

callmemadam: (Alan)


Yesterday evening I saw Their Finest. Watching this DVD was like being in a cinema and not in a good way. It started with what seemed like hours of trailers for other films and even an advertisement (for Maltesers, since you ask). I began to think the wrong disc had been put in the box. Nor was I impressed by the cover blurb. ‘Bill Nighy is brilliantly funny’. Bill Nighy is Bill Nighy and amusing, rather than hilarious. (Even so, I’d watch him in anything.) Has Jeremy Irons so dropped out of public consciousness that he needs a film credit to remind people who he is? Tsk.

The film is based on the novel Their Finest Hour and a Half by Lissa Evans. I wrote about it enthusiastically here and I think her Crooked Heart is even better. I can’t understand the change of title. Surely the point is that the propaganda film the characters are making lasts for an hour and a half? And their finest what? It’s like WIA’s ridiculous BBC job title ‘Head of Better’; completely meaningless. What’s more, I note that Penguin have reissued the book with a film tie-in cover and the new title.

These days, film makers can do the 1940s standing on their heads: costumes, smoky atmosphere, wartime background and bomb damage were all excellent except that they let ‘train station’ slip through. Nobody said that in 1940 and I don’t say it now. Would it kill people to hear an outdated expression in a period film? This all sounds very grumpy but I did enjoy the film, which was funny and touching, if rather slight. I enjoyed the few clips from Harry Enfield-style ‘informationals’, films produced by the Ministry of Information. Gemma Arterton made the heroine Caitlin very sympathetic and believable.

Verdict: some really splendid knitwear on show but the book is better.
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On the Co-op charity book shelves the other day, I spotted A Companion Book Club ‘Extra’: an omnibus edition of three books by Henry Cecil. Thinking it was a very long time since I’d read anything by Cecil, I took it away with me and it turned out to be quite a blast from the past. This special edition is illustrated by stills from the Boulting Brothers’ film of 1957, so contains many pictures of Ian Carmichael, who specialised in good-looking-silly-ass roles at that time. As well as the film, Brothers in Law became a TV and then a radio series starring Richard Briers. I’ve certainly heard some of the radio version, probably on Radio 4 Extra.

Henry Cecil Leon was called to the Bar in 1923 and became a County Court Judge in 1949, so he knew what he was writing about. Brothers in Law was published by Michael Joseph in 1955 and proved a lasting success. This is slightly surprising since, apart from the criminals, it deals almost exclusively with upper middle class characters. Hard to believe it was published in the same decade as Room at the Top (1957) and Billy Liar and The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner (both 1959). It has far more in common with Richard Gordon’s Doctor in the House (1952) and its sequels, books which also deal with a naïve young professional just starting out. Several Doctor books were filmed, starring first Dirk Bogarde and then Leslie Philips.

The hero of Brothers in Law is Roger Thursby, twenty one years old and just called to the Bar. He joins the chambers of Grimes (a wonderful character), as a pupil and soon realises what a lot he has to learn. His life is complicated by living with a scatty and impoverished mother and by running two girlfriends (the rotter!) both of whom want to marry him. One of the girls, Sally, would obviously make just as good a lawyer as Roger.

The descriptions of the arcane goings-on in chambers and in court make one think that little about the law had changed since Shakespeare wrote of ‘the law’s delay’ or Dickens castigated the whole system in Bleak House. Some of the cases, especially those involving divorce, seem to prove that ‘the law is a ass’. So has the book stood the test of time? I’d say yes, for its humour and honesty. There’s much that’s ridiculous and Roger at first has grandiose dreams of a glittering future which are shattered by his first court appearance. He is clever, still wet behind the ears but basically a very decent chap you can’t help liking. By the end of the book we leave him, still unmarried, working very hard indeed to master the law and about to move to different chambers. I’ll be reading the next instalment, which is set twelve years later with Roger ‘one of the ablest counsel at the junior Bar’ and wondering whether to ‘apply for silk’. I’d be interested to know how today’s lawyers view these books.

This clip from the film is interesting because it shows Terry-Thomas in an unusual role for him. He could be Peter Sellers here! The scenes with ‘Mr Green’ are among the best in the book and result in Roger winning his first case.

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Nearly everyone I know is depressed. Cheer yourself up by watching a film starring Cary Grant, born this day 1904. His Girl Friday (1940) is one of my favourites. What’s yours?

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