Showing posts with label James Booth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Booth. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 July 2023

A bar snack served cold... Revenge! (1971)

Unlike many films of this era and genre, Revenge! Is actually a thriller… adult-paced and unsettling throughout with some visceral performances I’d say it’s one of the better films of this period when British cinema, freed by permissive influence, got violent and increasingly sexy. Of course there’s some of the latter here, no least in Joan Collins just being encouraged to be Joan Collins, a Rank Starlet in her late teens, bound for Hollywood in her twenties and finally, in her middle years finding her mark as the Queen of British crime films and then, after The Bitch and others, the true star of Dynasty, her limited acting ability more than offset by her humour and frank sexuality.

Possibly influenced by my parents, I’ve never been a huge fan, having watched her struggle alongside Gregory Peck in one US film, The Bravados (1958), yet in early British crime like Cosh Boy she excelled and she was just as funny as the boys with Roger Moore and Tony Curtis in The Persuaders and now I look forward to seeing her in just this kind of oddity more and more.

This is another film produced by Carry on’s Peter Rogers with music from Carry on’s Eric Rogers (see earlier post: no relation) and directed by Sidney Hayers who also worked with the duo on Assault (1971) – they were big on one name titles although this one ended up going by many names, including Inn of the Frightened People which, whilst more descriptive, doesn’t really catch the raw energy of this surprisingly impactful film, one of three missteps aside.

Joan Collins

In an all too believable and possibly near future scenario, James Booth and Joan Collins play a couple running a nice village pub, Jim and Carol Radford. They are mourning the death of their young daughter, Jenny, who was sexually assaulted and killed by a man called Seely (Kenneth Griffith, who is excellent here, a mess of sickly, nervy humanity, terrified and unsettling… inscrutably scared) … or, at least everyone assumes so.

Seely is released after questioning and whilst Jim and Carol are convinced it was him so too is the father of another young girl who was killed, Harry (Ray Barrett) who encourages Jim to take the law into their hands and finish off what the police have seemingly failed to do.

Jim also has two other children by his first marriage, an older son Lee (Tom Marshall, voiced by Nicky Henson) and Jill (Zuleika Robson dubbed, by Michele Dotrice). Lee is in general agreement with his father whilst being on rather touchy-feely terms with his stepmother, in spite of his girlfriend Rose (Sinéad Cusack). For her part Jill hates Carol and any attempt to replace her mother, the fact that her lines were voiced by Michele Dotrice shows the filmmakers’ lack of faith in her expression, that Henson voices for Lee and even the experienced Ray Barrett is dubbed by Garfield Morgan, is odd, adding an extra layer of “distance” to their roles…

Ray Barrett with James Booth

Ultimately, it’s James Booth who has to carry the film and he has plenty in his armoury, a mercurial edgy presence at his best and here largely believable as a man bent on revenging his daughter at any cost. He and Harry follow Seely and see him watching a primary school before deciding to bundle him into the back of a car and tie him up in the cellar of the Radford’s pub. The initial scenes are unsettling, especially when Carol realises who he is and tries to avenge her daughter herself. There’s so much certainty and anger it’s almost like the experience of social media in 2023…

They beat Seely so severely they think they’ve killed him and their minds race as they try to decide what to do, surely it’s their word against his reputation, they can act with impunity, even the police would want this… the ideas are thrown around thick and fast, even when Seely recovers to be now just a prisoner in their basement whilst pub life continues as normal up above.

At this point he becomes something on their conscience, a violent act of their own for them to try and rationalise. Harry starts to distance himself literally, by heading off to a business meeting in Manchester, whilst Jill is appalled and wants them to call the police. Lee and Carol meanwhile are drawn together by the brutality of their actions… as if the rogue alpha male, Jim, is being supplanted.

Tight camera angles abound as Sidney Hayers creates a claustrophibic intensity

Then news comes that another man is being investigated for the murder and the fractured gang of kidnappers starts to fall apart leaving Jim with the rather battered baby and a difficult negotiation to make in terms of returning him to the wild…

Dusty Verdict: There are some daft developments but overall, this film does keep you guessing and that’s chiefly due to deft work from Booth, Collins and Griffith but also from a script that asks some difficult questions and also focuses on telling the story of Jim’s mid-life disappointment. He’s already lost his daughter and now, in his moment of revenge, he’s gradually having everything else that counts in his life stripped away. I didn’t see a lot of this coming and the moral dilemma is inventive and excruciating.

Well worth a watch and of course Joan’s on good form, it’s not a glamourous role but it is one that calls for a glamourous actor. She's adds the heat for a film that proves that revenge is indeed a dish best served cold, possibly involving a sausage roll with some pickled eggs... seventies hospitality.

Records for sale include Abbey Road, Moody Blues, Chicago plus the samplers Total Sound and Impact, both still in my family's record collection.



Saturday, 28 September 2019

Hard times... Percy's Progress (1974)


Penny Irving, Leigh Lawson and Judy Matheson
OK. They made a follow up to the film about a man who has a penis transplant.

The first film had Hywel Bennett as the beneficiary of the spare part and did very well at the box office reputably making £500,000 profit. I know little about it other than the fact that the Kinks wrote the theme and that’s how I first heard of it and now I really must watch it. This follow up features Leigh Lawson as Percy, an altogether more likely leading man yet perhaps less adept at handling the comedy of Sid Colin, Ian La Frenais (as unlikely as it seems) and (Harry H. Corbett, the dirty old man…).

It’s a 70’s “sex” “comedy” which focuses less on the added appendage and more on the virility it has endowed. Percy’s prowess is a blessing at first but he soon finds it a curse especially after the USA accidentally dumps a chemical agent at sea which leaves him as the only man left to stand up for the human race…

Elke Sommer and Leigh Lawson
We start the film with Percy caught in bed with Clarissa (Elke Sommer), one of any number of married women he is involved with… Jeffcot, a private dick (ha-hah!) played by James Booth, has tracked him down with enough photographers to ensure conviction. Percy duly has his day in court – with the gallery packed with conquests old and new – but escapes justice with the help of PC 217 (Adrienne Posta), who cannot resist his charms and drives him off to the coast.

Percy hides away on a yacht for long months, drinking champagne and trying to forget women even though he can’t escape his dreams and imagines a pod of dolphins as naked women… but he snaps to in time for the comely cetaceans to escape his attentions.

Perky Posta!
Meanwhile the Yanks have unleashed their reverse-Viagra on mankind and it looks like the world will end with a billion masculine whimpers and not with a bang after all. The human reproduction line has been halted by the involuntary withdrawal of all members.

Percy can stand amorous abstinence no longer and lands his yacht at a Mediterranean port where he is able to enjoyed a free ride (sorry, but you chose to read this ramble!) at the local brothel where we find a bounteous bevvy of unemployed workers including the stunning Penny Irving and the stunning Judy Matheson (nee Jarvis) who is clearly having fun with all this. Judy has spoken warmly about the film recently and it’s easy to forget that this was a) work and b) a daft comedy with actors who knew each other having a laugh and entertaining the audience too. It’s not Bergman or Antonioni but it’s Ralph Thomas alright: director of Doctor in the House, A Pair of Briefs and Deadlier than the Male to name but three.

 Anthony Andrews, Harry H Corbett and Leigh Lawson
News gets out that there’s a functioning man left and the search begins for Percy with Harry H. Corbett popping up as a British Prime Minister, not unlike Harold Wilson, complete with a Yorkshire accent and mutterings about "thirteen years of Tory misrule" – you never had it so good mate, try 2019 for size! The PM devises the plan to pimp out Percy and a competition is launched to find a line of women to, erm, work with him in furthering the species.

Meanwhile a team of doctors works hard on finding a lift for humanity’s hopes, led by a mad Dr. Anderson (Barry Humphries who also doubles – of course - as an Australian TV Lady) and Dr. Klein (Milo O'Shea) who is assisted by Dr. Fairweather (played by Judy Geeson equipped with over-eager American accent and a character surely founded on one of Dr Kildare’s more admiring assistants).

The list of talent goes on with Denholm Elliott as Percy’s transplant surgeon, Sir Emmanuel Whitbread, Vincent Price as multi-millionaire, Stavos Mammonian and T. P. McKenna as a news editor.

Madeline Smith and Alan Lake, surprisingly cast as the compere at a beauty pageant
Joining the queue for Percy are Madeline Smith as Miss UK, Jenny Hanley as Miss Teenage Lust (natch) and Minah Bird as Miss America… Julie Ege and Carol Hawkins are, to no great surprise, in there too… consenting adults all and, actually, I think the balance in this film is away from the saucy/smut and towards Carry on… there is a story and Thomas paces things well around the utter lack of seriousness.

Dusty Verdict: You’ll still enjoy this if you’re in the mood and even if it’s only for spotting the talent. The idea of a man so irresistible to women he has to hide away is accentuated by the device of his being the only choice available and it’s maybe making a point about something. For the life of me I can’t quite work out what it is… but, never look a gift dolphin in the mouth.

A dolphin, yesterday
Jenny Hanley, Leigh Lawson and Carol Hawkins