It’s pretty quaint to see some present day reviewers describing this film as “dated” with its earnest concerns about the nobility. It’s not so much the target of this satire, they say, but the left-wing consensus behind it that may well no longer exist to the same extent… Whilst it’s true that the politics of the left have changed, the film and the play it was based on were always out of step with mainstream thought and are only dated by the reserve that now dominates the politico-creative arena.
Politics is more
disorientated than it was but the modern nobility are no less powerful than
they were in the 1960s and most of us only see the tip of the iceberg. This
country has always been run by a loose self-perpetuating oligarchy that
sustains itself through pragmatism and the genuine social mobility Britain can
offer the talented exceptions. I don’t even think that’s a political observation
in itself: just a statement of fact?
People, regardless of their abilities can still obtain great
power and wealth simply by being born to the right parents and the Lords still
sit in their own House, albeit in reduced, more qualified numbers. Wealth
inequality is even greater than it was in 1972 and the ruling classes still
send their sons to public schools and they still dominate the Government from
which they still make decisions that lead to the deaths of working men and
women in the national interest…
I don’t see that the satire of The Ruling Class is no longer relevant and whilst stylistically it
may be of its time, it’s well directed by Peter Medak and has more cutting edge than the mountain of mainstream
gag-merchants clogging our TV stations, theatres and arenas.
Mr O'Toole |
Most of all it’s got Peter O’Toole throwing himself
absolutely into the role of insane. His is such a wholehearted and sincere
performance that quite often this film is one you watch through gritted teeth…
it’s not comfortable viewing watching someone so evidently disturbed and the
human instinct is to look away from abnormality. But, imagine the creative
imagination employed to achieve this effect? O’Toole was an actor who took
things to extremes and then pushed on.
Harry Andrews |
The film opens with a speech from the 13th Earl of Gurney (Harry
Andrews) in one of the Guild Halls – there’s not much substance but a
collective recognition of Great British values. The Earl drives home to his
massive mansion to be greeted by his faithful servant Tucker (Arthur Lowe on
brilliant form) who patiently collects his lordships clothes as he discards
them ready for bed then brings him the ballet skirt, stepladder and fine silken
noose for his regular “nightcap” of auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Unfortunately this particular evening the Judge tries
himself too hard and ends up paying the ultimate price…
Alistair Sim, James Villiers, Coral Browne and William Mervyn |
The will is read and tucker receives a payment of £30,000 – he’ll drink to that – but then something stranger happens as Jack Arnold Alexander Tancred Gurney (O'Toole) arrives to claim his title of 14th Earl of Gurney.
But there’s a problem as Jack is clearly under the impression that he is Jesus Christ returned to earth to lead people back towards the light. None of this cuts any ice with Uncle Charles who quickly devises a plan to marry him off to his mistress Grace (Carolyn Seymour) produce a male heir and then have Jack declared incapable.
But Jack is not without allies and his Aunt wants him
well for his own sake and also to frustrate her faithless husband’s ambitions.
She encourages Jack’s psychiatrist, Dr Herder (Michael Bryant) and the two
begin an affair of their own.
If this all sounds convoluted you need to remember that
the film’s purpose is to lampoon Upper Class ambition and “rules”. It’s also a
powerful visual fantasy in which Jack’s mental state is often shown on screen.
There are Dennis Potter-esque musical numbers – often very funny – as well as
the world seen through Jack’s eyes.
He is convinced that he once married The Lady of the
Camellias and, as cynical planning would have it, Grace arrives as the Lady
herself singing an aria from the opera. Jack is captivated as he is supposed to
be but Grace also begins to develop feelings for her “mark”…
Jack’s religious mania continues and he often rests on a
crucifix in the study before descending to preach to his family and anyone who
visits about love.
Meanwhile Tucker is revealed as a revolutionary “cell”
all on his own, dedicated to overthrowing the establishment and seizing control
of the means of production… after he’s finished the next bottle that is.
Grace becomes pregnant and it becomes imperative to sober
Jack up before Charles can complete his plan to have him sectioned. Dr Herder
tries ever more extreme methods before bringing in a more violently insane man,
McKyle (the always excellent Nigel Green), who also believes himself to be the
son of God, The Electric Messiah! He launches into Jack who sees electric
shocks seemingly flow from McKyle’s hands… in exhaustion he calls his own name.
Is this the beginning of a cure?
Nigel Green |
Grace gives birth to a son and Charles calls in an old
favour from the Master of Lunacy (Graham Crowden) who will surely find any
lingering slivers of psychosis. But Jack is on the road to recovery and
remembering that the psychiatrist had been a sporting hero at their old school
Eton. A rousing chorus of the Eton Boating Song ensures the men bond and Jack
is declared sane.
But now the film takes a darker tone as Jack suppresses
his true thoughts, spending long hours in the attic reading comics about Jack
the Ripper and his slaughter... He stops being JC and gradually turns in to
“Jack” his sublimation of loving thoughts engendering a murderous response…
But new Jack is welcomed by the local hunt and cheered
for his talk about the reintroduction of proper punishment in a society
weakened by excess and indulgence from the class that should lead through fear
and the application of strict correction to any un-British-ness.
All a bit heavy-handed of course but the film’s grand set
piece as Jack preaches to the converted in the House of Lords makes it all worthwhile.
As his hard line is greeted with rapture he has a vision of the chamber filled
with decaying corpses: fossils held together by centuries of cobwebs still
dressed in ermine and furs…
Dusty verdict:
The Ruling Class hits its obvious
targets cleanly but also with wit and the almost frightening intensity of Peter
O’Toole’s performance. And, without giving anything away, the ending is one
that disturbs and lingers – this is not a nostalgic easy-watching experience.
The supporting cast are all excellent from Nigel Green’s
electrified insanity to Michael Bryant’s conflicted psychiatrist. Carol Browne
is superb as the repressed but determined Lady Claire destined to always be let
down by the Gurney family whilst Arthur Lowe is effortlessly impressive as the
inebriated anarchist, struggling to drink down the establishment from within.
Carolyn Seymour |
Special mention should also be made of the peerless
Carolyn Seymour who could well be the Lady of the Camellias but is equally
convincing as the street-smart “actress” who finds love even in the midst of
insanity.
The question is, does society find Jack’s love more
delusional and less acceptable than his hate and that’s not just a political
issue but a personal one: we have to decide our own demarcation lines in this
one.
The Ruling Class
is available on DVD from Amazon and there’s even a deluxe edition from
Criterion over in America: interesting to see how the film is rated in the land
of the free.
Ev'ry body do the varsity drag! <3 I saw this on 35mm in Philadelphia and had a great time. The people I was with had no idea what they were in for. Excellent film.
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