Showing posts with label Irene Handl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irene Handl. Show all posts

Saturday, 31 August 2024

Rita and Lynn go swinging... Smashing Time (1967)

 

Look, I may be green but I'm not cabbage coloured...

The difference between American and British psychedelia is often put down to the former’s greater seriousness driven by civil rights and the Vietnam War, US music and film of this period was generally more earnest although that wasn’t always a trademark of quality. The Brits for their part were more flower than power with pure whimsy rather than lysergic acid often being the case. That said, Sgt Pepper and Magical Mystery Tour quickly turned into Helter Skelter and Yer Blues, the Floyd lost Syd and started experimenting with music concrete and politics. In cinematic terms there seem to have been as many lame and tame US attempts at catching the zeitgeist as British and, ultimately, if you were there you probably don’t remember anyway.

Smashing Time could be viewed as an outsider’s take but there were enough cool and talented folk involved to still make it of interest. It was also filmed in Kings Road, Camden - The Roundhouse - Carnaby Street and the surrounds and there’s a genuine psychedelic buzz even if, as was probably the case at the time, the world was still mostly set in the reality of post-war austerity as much as the funky future: there’s certainly enough “dreary” on view in the streets.

Written by the by then middle-aged scouse jazzman George Melly, film and TV critic for the Observer at this time, he certainly knew the scene and even if that was less intimately than someone half his age, he’d been there in the fifties and no doubt mixed with the young trendies as he moved from the Colony Rooms to the French or the Coach; the regular Soho haunts that are mostly still there. In the 1980s I bumped into him in the old Soho Brasserie and we talked about Ronnie Scotts, a venue he must have played so many times.

Rita Tushingham and Lynn Redgrave

His work here is strongest in its presentation of the relationship of the leading characters played by two of the era’s great “It” Girls, fellow scouser Rita Tushingham as Brenda and Lynn Redgrave as Yvonne and. As my Gen Z daughter points out, the two are like competitive sisters, getting each other out of trouble even as they bicker and compete with the willowy Yvonne more certain of her own importance and Brenda smartly supporting her and, most often, getting her own way. Sisters, sisters… lord help the mister who comes between them.

The film starts with Brenda and Yvonne travelling down for the unspecified North to arrive at St Pancras, the first of many great locations all of which are covered in detail over at Reel Streets. The girls get a taxi across the West End crossing Weymouth Street with a view of the then brand-new Post Office Tower before heading over to Fleet Road in Belsize Park where they aim to stay. They lose their money to a tramp though and there’s a slapstick food fight in a café run by Arthur Mullard which ends up as a psychedelic mess and Brenda washing up.

Arthur Mullard

Yvonne meanwhile heads off to Carnaby Street which gives a real flavour of Swinging London full of garish signage and bright-coloured clothes. She gets photographed by top fashion taste-maker Tom Wabe (Michael York) who puts her in a newspaper as part of his series on The Girls Who Get it Wrong. Brenda buys some new – old – clothes from Mrs. Gimble’s (Irene Handl) thrift store and gets a job in a trendy shop run by Charlotte Brillig (Anna Quayle) but gets it wrong as she starts to sell the stock which was never Charlotte’s intention.

They find accommodation at 16 Grudge Street and their landlady, Toni (Toni Palmer) also gets them work as hostesses in a Soho club which involves Brenda dressing up as a rather fetching squirrel and Yvonne in evening ware. Neither has a clue about the subtext of their work and Squirrel has to come to Yvonne’s rescue when tipsy minor noble, Bobby Mome-Rath (Ian Carmichael on fine form), tries to have his evil way.

 

Lynn, Rita and Ian

Throughout Melly’s fast-flowing script there are numerous digs at materialism and the phoney rebellion against it. The girls eventually make it when their house is destroyed as part of a prank TV show hosted by Peter Jones as Dominic. Yvonne takes their winnings and buys herself into a career as a pop star, singing a suitably empty song about not being able to sing etc. The songs are all written by Academy Award winner (for Tom Jones (1963)) John Addison with Melly providing most of the lyrics and the two leads singing

Yvonne is a huge success with Jeremy Tove (Jeremy Lloyd) plotting out her future in the fast-moving world of hear-today, gone tomorrow but when he calls in super-snapper Tom Wabe, he renews his acquaintance with Brenda and, whisking her away to his house boat in the Regents Street Basin he takes the photo sets that will make her the new sensation.

The girls fall out and everything comes to a head at a swinging party in the revolving restaurant at the top of the Post Office Tower which has an hilarious guest list, with actress (Veronica Carlson) and Bishop, followed by a John and Yoko alike couple, a small Twiggy-type and what could be The Fab Four carry a swami on a carpet. Upstairs we see Tove’s latest group, The Snarks, played by members of Tomorrow, who really were genuine psychedelic royalty, Keith West who had a huge hit with Grocer Jack, Steve Howe, later of Asia and still lead guitarists with Prog Lords Yes and Twink who not only went to join The Pink Fairies but played with Syd Barrett post-Floyd - perhaps the pre-eminent figure of The Underground.

 

Keith West, Steve Howe and Twink

Dusty Verdict: Smashing Time is a flawed but richly entertaining film well directed by Desmond Davis who also made Girl with Green Eyes (1964) with Tushingham and Clash of the Titans (1981) with a robot owl! In addition to catching the moment also shows the city during this period of change as old Victorian streets were transformed and modernist concrete was on the rise – the irony being that much of this is now being replaced although what is now the BT Tower still stands.

For me Rita Tushingham is MVP and is full of energy and animated invention, hopping along the early morning Hampstead Streets in her squirrel costume and making a PC on the beat laugh whilst adding moments of seriousness too, especially in her relationship with Michael Yorke’s character. Lynn Redgrave gives a broader performance being both less northern than Rita and aligned with Melly’s sense of humour.

The film performed poorly though and was described by The Monthly Film Bulletin as "A clumsy attempt to create a female comedy team…  the glossy vulgarity of Smashing Time quickly becomes as irritating as the brash musical score and the discordant colours that constantly fill the screen." It’s value as a time capsule and the intent behind a critique of what we have seen rinsed and repeated ever since do make it worth your time, just don’t expect Blow Up!

Lynn Redgrave

Michael York and Rita T at The Roundhouse


Toni Palmer and one of the defining images of the sixties...



Saturday, 25 May 2019

Robbing hoods... Two-Way Stretch (1960)


 

When this blog was invented it’s stated aim was to allow me to watch and work my way through my boxes of old VHS recordings in order to decide which ones to keep, which ones to throw and which ones to replace with DVDs. The rule, so far, has been to cover films from 1960-1979 – although this rule has become more and more frustrating especially as I’d reckoned without the sudden appearance of a new supply of many, many films from this period and beyond courtesy of Talking Pictures TV… which has been transmitting and incredible volume of British film from the period of my childhood and earlier. In short, my problem has increased… only instead of boxes of videos, I now have a Virgin Box crammed full of films, A Family at War, Callan and so much more.

So it goes… but I must soldier on writing about these films – do I keep, burn or delete or, worse to I upgrade to Blu-ray?! So many of these films I hadn’t heard of and, in fairness I was either not even born or simply too young… toddlers don’t reckon crime capers much, not when there’s trains to play with.

It seems improbable that this film came before the Great Train Robbery (in 1963) but there must have been something in the air at the time; some essentially British post-war criminality that saw a big job as somehow justifiable but also funny… Was it class that drove this rebelliousness or something deeper after a decade or more of post-War austerity and a Conservative government rapidly losing its charm on a restless populous. The UK wasn’t just waiting to swing in the sixties but to elect a Labour government and to kick back, the generation that won the war wanting some credit and a good time to boot!!

Warren and Bernard
So it is that we find an entirely unrepentant group of prisoners living the life of Riley on her majesty’s pleasure; Dodger Lane (Peter Sellers, beginning to prove that he could do pretty much anything on screen), “Jelly” Knight (the redoubtable David Lodge) and Lennie (The Dip) Price (the legendary Bernard Cribbins who endures so magnificently in Doctor Who and other programmes). Dodger’s the leader with Jelly the muscle and Lennie the talent, if picking pockets is what you consider art.

The three are close to release and pretty much have the run of the prison with a naïve and overly optimistic Prison Governor Horatio Bennett (Maurice Denham) and a very easy-going Chief Prison Officer Jenkins (George Woodbridge) who only see the best in the men even as they steal the Gov’s ciggies and take liberties left right and centre.

The boys are visited by their relatives, Lennie’s Mum Mrs Price (Irene Handl) who encourages him to keep up the family honour by escaping and Dodger’s fiancé, the curvy Ethel (Liz Fraser who is, as always a wide-eyed wow!), who he uses to distract the entire room as various contraband is passed to the prisoners.

Irene and Liz
 A Vicar arrives and bless me if it isn’t Wilfrid Hyde-White as Soapy Stevens, a criminal mastermind whose last plan landed the lads inside. This time he’s got a sure-fire winner, the perfect crime to be committed while the boys are still in prison… all they have to do is escape for a few hours to do it.

Now, given the generally lax conditions this should be a doddle but Officer Jenkins is due to retire and his replacement is the ball and chain-breaking, Prison Officer 'Sour' Crout played with stiff-backed relish by Lionel Jeffries. A battle of wits ensues as Crout tries to crush the lad’s spirits and Dodger has to fix a way out past his steely-beady eyes…

Of course, the gang manage their escape and Soapy’s plan looks to have run like clockwork… can they really get away with it?

Porridge!
Dusty Verdict: Two Way Stretch was the fourth biggest film at the UK box office in 1962 and you can see why with this wealth of comic talent and a well-written script ably directed by Robert Day.

Jeffries and Sellars are superb as the impertinent force versus officious object – the sparks fly! There’s also a supporting cast including Arthur Mullard, Warren Mitchell, Thorley Walters and many more – such strength in depth and far from just a vehicle for the irresistible rise of the man formerly known as Bluebottle…