Showing posts with label Michael York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael York. 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, 30 August 2014

Mid-life crisis… Logan's Run (1976)


This is one of those films that my generation remembers very fondly from teenage viewing… solid sci-fi scenario, dystopian glamour, futuristic gadgetry, a space-age city and Jenny Agutter wild-swimming yet again. It’s part of the same strain of edgy speculative fiction as Planet of the Apes with traces of the more optimistic Star Trek and Space 1999. The future’s not what it used to be and does this film survive the tests of time as well as, say 2001 or Solaris (the first one)?

In the City
The story was based on the novel by William F. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson (who also wrote for Star Trek…) and it’s interesting to compare with how well the contemporaneous tales of Philip K Dick have endured as sources for modern films from Blade Runner onwards – the ideas don’t date but visual interpretations inevitably do. Nolan and Johnson’s contention was that the Earth would over-populate and run out of resources and in Logan’s world, the governing computer intelligence ensures that human life must be extinguished at 30 in order for the species to continue based on available resources. Birth and death are strictly controlled with humanity little more than deluded and over-indulged prisoners…. Plus ca change eh?

Richard Jordan and Michael York
Life crystals implanted on citizens’ hands from birth, indicate the proximity to the cut-off point at which everyone has to submit to the process of “Carrousel” a mass spectacle in which everyone has the chance to be “renewed” and to start life afresh… or do they (there has to be a dark secret… there’s always a dark secret…)?

Carrousel
Michael York plays Logan 5 who is a sandman, one of the policemen who help regulate life in the city. His job is to prevent “runners” escaping their death-date and it’s a role he relishes; toying with the desperate escapees along with his best mate Francis 7 (a high-intensity Richard Jordan). Their unquestioning slaughter reflects a society divorced from moral free will – everything is accepted and whilst no one grows old they seem to be stuck in childhood.

I have what he's having etc...
But, not everyone…  Logan finds an Ankh on the body of one runner and is finds another being worn by one Jessica 6 (Jenny Agutter) who gets teleported into his room as part of some kind of dial-a-date home shopping service with a difference… Before he can get to unwrap his present she has second thoughts – is it because he’s a sandman and is far too curious about the symbol?

He seeks answers from the central computer which identifies the symbol and its connection to an underground movement attempting to help 30-somethings escape the city to a place called Sanctuary. As Logan sits wide-eyed the system tells him he must find Sanctuary and pretend to be a runner. .. he has no choice especially once his life crystal is run down moving him from 26 to 30…


He seeks out Jessica and after convincing her that he’s serious about running gets put in touch with the group, who immediately plan to kill him. Escaping beyond the City to – oddly familiar - labyrinthine tunnels (multiple seventies sci-fi escape routes…) they are confronted by a group of feral children… the truth is indeed out there. Logan lets a runner continue her escape to Sanctuary but Francis has followed and kills her…

The kids are not alright
Logan and Jessica return to the city to meet with a plastic surgeon (Michael Anderson Jr.) who is helping runners by changing their faces with his rather dangerous looking automated surgery…  He has a rather striking assistant Holly 13 (Farrah Fawcett) who smiles reassuringly in a way that suggests that, yes, there really is something to worry about… The Doctor gets a message from the underground movement and sets his machine to slice Logan to death but the table – literally – is turned and Logan escapes with Jessica… Francis not far behind.

Farrah Fawcett
Finally convincing Jessica’s friends that he’s the real deal, Logan runs away from the city, Jessica in tow, as the sandmen arrive to slaughter those left behind… the chase for the truth is on.


As the couple run deeper the temperature changes and they arrive sodden after a close encounter with Francis in an icy cave where they meet a strange robot, Box (Roscoe Lee Browne) who seems very eager to help them. Box is a congenial robot but he hides a most disturbing secret as Logan and Jessica discover wandering down a corridor containing the frozen bodies of dozens of runners. Another example of technology gone bad: a zoo-keeping mechanoid who ends up putting his intended customers on ice…

Bad robot
Logan and Jessica destroy Box and escape through the tunnels finally running to a stop high up a cliff-face looking out on the sun-drenched ruins of Earth. Away from artificial light for the first time in their lives they explore this disorganised and threatening new environment.

After a quick dip to show off Jenny’s elegant front crawl (see Walkabout for further evidence…) they set off in search of Sanctuary and find Washington or at least what’s left of it. Like rather less angry versions of Charlton Heston, they finally work out their world through exposure to the remains of our past glory.

Jenny in the water, again
The American capital is in ruins; overgrown and inhabited by hundreds of cats and, startlingly, a single old man (Peter Ustinov). Jessica and Logan have never seen “old age” before and star with bewilderment at this relic as the truth is gradually revealed.

But, there’s not much time to dwell on the wonder of natural existence as wild-eyed Francis finally catches them up and, in the library of the former White House he faces off against Logan for the final time…

York, Agutter and Peter Ustinov
Will Logan prevail and will he be able to drag it back with him to the City to free everyone from the tyranny of computerised control?

Logan 5 Francis 7?
Dusty verdict: Logan’s Run remains an enjoyable watch and has some excellent sequences and a compelling central premise. Some of the parts are less than the sum of the whole with the strange Box episode undermined by unconvincing ice and robots and the Seventies curse of overly colourful future-scapes – we’re not all bright primary flashes but shades of grey… and we don’t all live in Texas shopping malls.

That said, director Michael Anderson moves things along at pace, there’s superb cinematography from Ernest Laszlo and the city models work well.


Michael York provides a grounded Logan upon whose character arc the whole narrative depends and Richard Jordan provides great intensity as well as a counter-balance in character:  he doesn’t move on and can’t adapt to reality.
Soul: Jenny Agutter
Jenny Agutter runs and swims very well and makes the most of the few moments when a genuine human connection is required; she’s under-used in what is essentially a masculine film and a solo battle between Michael York’s Logan and the city computer.  Farrah seems more at home in this world of short skirts and big hair but Jenny gives the film a key part of what soul it possesses.


Ultimately Logan’s Run is comfort viewing that is not quiet as haunting as it could be... submerging its key questions beneath the techno-flash of its visuals, reducing things down to the chase albeit a very entertaining one enlivened by Jerry Goldsmith’s super score.

Logan’s Run is available on DVD and Blu-ray from Amazon and Movie Mail.