The Birds and Mr McB… The Beguiled (1971)

Clint Eastwood, one of a handful of humans who are known – by most over a certain age - solely from their Christian name. This film is from a time when that brand was narrower than it has come to be today for a man with significant gifts as a director as well as a performer. Back in 1971 Mr Eastwood was only just stepping out of the spaghetti sauce and this represented a departure from his normal, unequivocal, repertoire. It was, he said, "an opportunity to play true emotions and not totally operatic and not lighting cannons with cigars".

From memory – I haven’t seen this for a long time – I had Clint’s character, Corporal John McBurney, as primarily a good guy: a Yankee soldier rescued from fatal injury and capture by a school of southern gentlewomen. But things are not so clear and The Beguiled weaves a delicate path between our expectations as the convalescing captive wages a war of charm and connivance against his ostensibly nursing captors…

Southern gothic

The school in question is draped in gothic Mississippi foliage – vines hanging heavy from exhausted trees beaten down by relentless moist sunlight and with the rich soggy earth pulling hard at their roots. So it is with the people and not just those fighting the war… there’s fear and longing holding these people down and Mr McBurney promises a release for some just as his own freedom is curtailed.

The film opens with stills of the Civil War, most posed maybe some real and then cuts to a young girl Amy (the excellent Pamelyn Ferdin) searching for mushrooms in a dense wood. She finds the wounded McBurney who distracts her with a – shocking – kiss on the mouth so she will hide him from Confederate soldiers.

Mr McB and Amy

Amy helps “Mr McB” to her school where he is greeted suspiciously by the head teacher, Martha Farnsworth (Geraldine Page) and most of the pupils with the exception of Carol (Jo Ann Harris) who, it has to be said, is old beyond her years. This is war and the girls are daughters of Confederate men, Carol (Darleen Carr), is particularly opposed to this Yankee even if he is half-dead.

But Miss Farnsworth shows him mercy: he can’t be given over as a prisoner in such a weak condition, he would surely die. They plan to get him well and then hand him over… and McBurney isn’t going to dissuade them.

Geraldine Page and Clint

Locked in a room with hastily-boarded windows, John begins his recovery and gradually gets to know the characters at the school. Amy is still very young and keeps a pet crow and tortoise for company whilst there’s a pretty teacher Edwina Dabney (Elizabeth Hartman) who has clearly taken refuge herself from the wanton cruelty of Man. John takes a shine but you’re far from convinced of his true feelings at this point: he’s a man on a survival mission deep in enemy territory even if they are wearing petticoats.

A close-shave with Mae Mercer

Perhaps the only actual mature woman at the school is the servant, Hallie (singer-turned-actress Mae Mercer) who isn’t going to be fooled by his soft-soap for a second. Miss Farnsworth is on the cusp of middle age and has, it turns out, plenty of transgressive experience of her own as the film slowly reveals. Underneath her disciplined, leader persona beats the heart of a woman who has loved and lost with her heartbreak magnified by the fact her lover was her brother.

Darleen Carr (second left) is outspoken

Her motivations for wanting to nurse McBurney are conflicted from the start but she is far from alone. Broken angel, Edwina, very much Miss Farnsworth’s protégé, feels the stirrings of passion she had so long denied but is Yankee John merely leading her and everyone else along.

As his recovery progresses, he starts to dominate the school and the thoughts of the three women and one girl who have feelings for him.

Elizabeth Hartman

The fateful moment comes when he has to decide which room to visit after dark: Miss Farnsworth, door unlocked, is busily dreaming of him and – another transgression, Edwina, sharing her bed whilst it looks as though he is heading towards the younger teacher until, he is ambushed on the stairs by the most-forward, Carol – anxious to blackmail her way to an amorous adventure.

He makes the wrong choice, the only one he can make, and events begin to spin out of control as all kinds of passion explodes within formerly gentile countenance.

Jo Ann Harris

Dusty verdict: This is a haunting film of dense, mystical atmospheres that exist on the very edges of the civil slaughter. The characters are real and all a mix of sympathetic and devious when the moment takes.

Don Siegel directs with the assurance you'd expect and there’s sumptuous cinematography from Bruce Surtees and a lush score from Lalo Schifrin – as dense as the woods suffocating the school.

The performances are outstanding especially Geraldine Page as the conflicted headmistress hiding from her own desires.

Clint Eastwood

Eastwood is perhaps the most revelatory; playing perhaps with our perception that he will be the hero in the end. He lies about his involvement in the war, claiming to be a conscientious objector tending inly to the wounded on the battlefield while flashbacks show his deadly acts of war. But it was war and there were no good and bad guys, just those who got lost…

Primal small screen… The Horror at 37,000 Feet (1973)

Brenda Benet and Chuck Connors

Back in the seventies there were only three channels on UK TV and you pretty much had to watch what you were given. Was it a co-incidence that families watched TV more as one and that there were many successes in appealing to their common tastes? Content was targeted at this mass demographic and was designed to appeal and not challenge… With our modern array of styles and genres – yet still an amorphous mass of the similar and the same on the hundreds of available channels – it’s hard to be measured about the output of the time. A little tame, a bit tame… obvious and predictable… really? So, not as cutting edge as XFactor or Bake Off then? How we’ve changed…

Movies began being made just for TV, spearheaded by CBS and ABC in the US, who were committed to producing family fare much removed from an increasingly explicit mainstream cinema. Probably it was a more cost-effective way of exploiting the newer medium – a low-cost ad-revenue-based model.

Buddy Ebsen, Lynn Loring, France Nuyen and Paul Winfield are shocked!

So it was that films like The Horror at 37,000 Feet were unleashed on the Saturday night public with special effects strictly limited to a not too convincing model 747, moody gurgling carpets and the odd flash of light.

This may have been the first time I’ve seen this film in over forty years (yikes!) and it still projects a residual impact: Shatner’s acting, David Lowell Rich’s well-disciplined direction and what I can now see as more than just fresh-faced charm from the lovely and then ubiquitous Darleen Carr… This is a visit to my primal televisual state when that tiny curved screen in the living room opened up the World to my pre-teen eyes.

Darleen Carr

It’s impossible to view on its own terms anymore and yet you can catch admirable glimpses of fine acting – it is a strong cast - and appreciate the construction of genuine suspense aboard that generic platform for so much dramatic tension: the jet plane. Where once people of different backgrounds convened at country mansions for murder and self-realisation, then as now the venue is likely to be a Boeing jet: shakes on a plane. Shivers too.

The flight is captained by Captain Ernie Slade (chiselled Chuck Connors) a man of heroic bearing who you’d trust to ride any horse and fly any plane… he’s aided by second-in-command Jim Hawley (Russell Johnson) and navigator Frank Driscoll (H.M. Wynant).

Darleen and Buddy

Naturally, there are two pretty stewardesses, super Sally (Brenda Benet) and the lithe Margot (Miss Carr) whose short skirt and tight-fitting, leg-revealing stewardess uniform provokes that instant connection with youthful response: topped off with her regular open-featured prettiness and you have the epitome of the American TV girl of the period. It may be just me but… I remember you well Darleen.

Of course she’s also a fine actress and she’s going need to be if we’re to survive the next 73 minutes…

Jane Merrow and Roy Thinnes

Other good actors with sometimes difficult words to say include Roy Thinnes (remember The Invaders?) as devil-may-care architect, Alan O'Neill and playing his long-suffering wife, Sheila, English export Jane Merrow – she of the ace-face and doe-eyed delivery. Sheila is from old money and has allowed marital loyalty to override her inherited duty: mad Al has uprooted the remains of a druid grave and is transporting it, lock, stock and headstone to top off a new apartment he’s building – oh, how the godless rich spend their money…

Objecting to all this, in the weirdest-possible terms, is the earnest Mrs. Pinder (Tammy Grimes) a woman from Sheila’s parish who understands far more about the true significance of the remains… she makes one last plea for O’Neill to abandon his plan before promising that he will regret it… In practical terms her intervention is a little late as the relic is all packed up in the hold and they are about to take off but… you know. Mrs Pinder has brought her dog along which is odd especially given the British control on animal movement… she must be thinking of more than a short stay in America as these things take so long to sort out…

Mrs Pinder issues a grave warning...

Anyway… Mrs Pinder is in first class with a second class ticket and is encouraged back to her seat allowing Sheila and Alan to continue an ongoing spat – his infidelity, lack of empathy, regard for tradition and so on… He leaves to go find a drink in the upstairs lounge bar.

Sheila tries to distract herself with music but her headphones don’t work allowing garish ageing cowboy actor, Steve Holcomb (Will Hutchins – an ageing cowboy actor…) to try it on… he strikes out but those headphones… there’s an other-worldly noise coming through… it’s chilling, she can’t listen and pulls the phones off: it’s been a stressful few days but she ain’t seen nothing yet.

Jane Merrow

Meanwhile, Mrs P’s fellow passengers are revealed: there’s a short-haired red-head with a guitar, Manya (Lynn Loring – Mrs Thinnes as it happens) whose long-suffering alongside a smart-looking man constantly topping up his alcohol level – it’s Paul Kovalik (William Shatner in one of his greatest/worst post-Trek appearances depending on who you read… it’s way more complex than that!).

There’s kindly Doctor Enkalla (Paul Winfield) and a young girl Jodi (Mia Bendixsen) who is travelling alone – why is there always a young girl travelling alone? All part of the arcane conventions of the airplane movie…

Bill is always brilliant!

Meanwhile in the lounge… Alan meets grizzled industrialist Glenn Farlee (Buddy Ebsen – a long way from the Texas Tea) who interrupts his chatting up of model Annalik (France Nuyen) to berate his profession and question his business sense in shipping such a commercially-irrelevant object across the Atlantic.

All is now in place for the demonic dance to begin…the mysterious object in the hold gets cold and freezes Mrs Pinder’s dog in an instant, as the cold mist spreads it’s also clear that the plane simply isn’t moving… almost as if something didn’t want to be flown from England to America… The emanating evil spreads and soon the body count begins: as the passengers become more revolting is there any way out that avoids human sacrifice and their reversion to savages?!

Can anyone step forward and save the day in as dramatically efficient way as possible?

Dusty verdict:  In truth it’s hard not to enjoy this film. The story may be as thin as Gaelic mist but the cast certainly believe in it and give their all with some fine character work. Of course no harm is done by the frequent deployment of Darleen Carr’s legs in key shots but she also acts up a storm as do Jane Merrow, Chuck Connors and Tammy Grimes in particular. Bill Shatner? He does very well – yes there’s the occasional mad-eyed glint, like Kirk under alien influence, but he’s having a ball and hasn’t overlooked the fact that this stuff needs to be fun.

Jane M

For some this is the epitome of Saturday night TV movies for others it may be more dated and televisual than cinematic but that’s not for want of trying.

Well worth seeking out on DVD from Amazon and elsewhere…

This ain't Texas Tea...

Not a real plane

Darleen again

Let's take a look around the Boeing 747...

Here's the holding bay

More storage over here.

Wide aisles for passenger comfort

Exceptional all round.