Showing posts with label Ronald Fraser. Show all posts
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Thursday, 30 June 2022

Sister act… The Killing of Sister George (1968)

 

There are so many remarkable things about this production it’s easy to overlook the fact that it was primarily shot in Hollywood with Director Robert Aldrich shifting the very British cast and crew over to the west coast and his Aldrich Studios in Los Angeles. There are plenty of location shots in London boozers and the streets around Hampstead all the way down to Chiswick to give the right impression but, of course, the soul of repression, and sheer vicious disappointment is uniquely British.

 

The film is based on Frank Marcus 1964 play in which Beryl Reid had also starred both in the West \end and then in 1966, Broadway when she was given a Tony Award. Marcus’ play hints at the nature of the relations but Aldrich wanted to make a more defined film about the scene in London, a year before make homosexuality was legalised and some of the stigma was removed from lesbianism. The latter was never criminalised because, as legend has it, Queen Victoria refused to believe that it existed… sound unlikely but if true, huge and very unfair on the poor men whose self-slaughter finally persuaded Parliament to take action.

 

The sexual politics aside there’s some fabulous footage of a lesbian bar which, in contrast to the majority of the film, shows ordinary women getting on with having a loving good time. George’s relationship with the much younger Alice "Childie" McNaught (Susannah York) is sometimes loving but also carries strange intimations of sadomasochism and cruelty. If Childie makes a mistake she has to go down on her knees and accept a punishment such as eating a cigar but, if she starts to pretend to enjoy the tobacco, Georgie gets upset and accuses her of “spoiling things”. Even with this very specifically sexualised reading, there’s more to George and Childie than meets the eye…

 

This allows for Aldrich not wanting to sensationalise his subject… and I don’t think he does, George is a tortured character and, in some ways, her sadism is just another expression of her sadness and inability to truly connect in a normal way without play acting, acting the fool or sexual role-play. Does she not know herself? She certainly hasn’t worked out what is going to happen to her career and, coincidentally her personal life when fashions change and suddenly, you’re left with a much shorter future.

 

Reid plays June "George" Buckridge, the titular star of a long-running soap opera called Sister George in which she plays a helpful district nurse riding around on a scooter, helping the locals sort out their day-to-day issues with a lovely west-country burr that could make light of even the most difficult of problems be it a double booking if the village hall or more worldly matters. Any similarity with The Archers and Mrs Dale’s Diaries is purely incidental. Be-loved characters persist in Manchester, as midwives, detectives and pillars of the community.

 

But George has heard rumours or, more specifically, has had rumours passed onto her in bad faith by some of the enemies she routines makes. George is very funny if you’re on her side by excoriating if you are not. And her acid tongue is the corrosive dark side to her character’s wholesomeness. Is she reaching the end of the line with her character, as other new parts start to finally, move her from the top of the polls.

 

It's worth mentioning some excellent work from Hugh Paddick as Freddie, the long-suffering director of the show who values George whilst also being aware of the danger she places herself in by kicking against the pricks. Chief amongst these is Ronald Fraser as Leo Lockhart, a proper act-or who has played in higher-brow productions that this and doesn’t mind who knows it. Sadly, he is the one who is winning the popular vote with viewers…

 

This professional pressure, aligned with George’s myriad self-doubts and irritations drives her to drink, although she doesn’t need much help in heading off in that direction. She skips out of a read through and heads to a local alehouse, drinking it dry before final call at 2.30pm – yes, dear readers, there as a time when public houses opened at 11-2,30pm and then again in the evening from 5.30 to just 10.30! How did we ever cope??

 

What George really needs is a loving relationship at home and someone who’ll listen to her miserable days with positive feedback and unconditional tenderness. Now Childie might be willing to provide many of these things but George is also at pains to make sure she’s dragged down with her too. Susannah York’s performance is almost the equal of Reid’s and her shocked, hurt response is vulnerable and open hearted. She’s not without resilience though, she plays the role George likes but is capable of more…

 

They’re an odd couple, Childie is almost half George’s age and very attractive… there are clearly issues and perhaps rather more than is credible. But it’s a drama…

 

Into this picture comes Coral Browne as Mercy Croft a well-meaning studio executive who visits George and Childie’s flat to discuss the rather thorny issue of when a drunken George got into a handsome cab with two nuns – one of which was a young Madelaine Smith – before assaulting them both verbally and physically… “well, hello girls!”. George defends the indefensible but agrees when she learns that Sister George is not in imminent danger but is falling behind in the ratings.

 

Then comes that great scene in Gateways lesbian nightclub where George and Childie go dressed as Hardy and Laurel respectively. Here we can see them getting on, the same sense of theatrical humour and the suggestion perhaps that their chemistry is stronger than it seems. Mercy Croft comes to see them in this world which the former married woman finds fascinatingly different… so much so that she starts to worry about George’s influence on the seemingly innocent Childie who’s artistic ambitions as a poet and more than a seamstress she thinks should be encouraged.

 

George becomes paranoid, especially when Childie goes missing for long hours and appears evasive. She’s always been scared that her pretty young friend will run off with a younger woman or, worse still a man, and takes advantage of the fact that she provides her with bed and board.

 

But pushing Childie only drives her closer towards the younger, but still older Mercy and, after Sister George’s demise is concerned Childie beg9ns to see more of Mercy… who leads her away from the climactic leaving party during which George leaves no bridge unburned, back home where the films’ most overtly sexual moment happens. It’s a remarkable moment which unnerved both actors but the power play between the two is exceptional and well directed by Aldrich. In the end a bitter George make sit clear that Childie might not be the catch she seems… sharper than a serpent’s tooth with extra venom.

 

Where is George left at the end of the film? Friendless and with a future as a talking cow on children’s TV? Who knows, but there’s ultimately a reflection that women’s careers in broadcast media were perhaps strictly defined by age than men’s. George isn’t punished for her way of life; she’s punished for her age and her unhappiness stems from an ultimately unhappy inability to really connect with people of either sex.

 

My memory of this film had it labelled in the “lesbian pays” sub-genre but there’s much more to George than that and Beryl Reid is frighteningly good in the part, spitting her sheer hate at all those who wrong her, a bully perhaps but also someone on the slide, raging against the dying of the light.

 

Not surprisingly the play has been revived a number of times over the years and this film is still worthy of your attention not least for the excellence of its three female leads.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

Election special… The Rise and Rise of Michael Rimmer (1970)


Ah, the more things change the more they bloody well stay the same… smart guy market researches and manipulates both establishment and general voting public alike in a drive to the top, all in an age before social media optimisation, big data news filtering and the collapse of trust.

Devised and produced by David Frost under the pseudonym "David Paradine", the script was completed by Peter Cook, John Cleese, Graham Chapman, and Kevin Billington, who also directed. It’s very knowing as you’d expect from these denizens of sixties satire who set the controls for the heart of a system that was largely run by people they’d gone to college with.

Indeed, Peter Cook later admitted to basing the character of Michael Rimmer on Mr Frost himself. None more self-referential and, indeed, a modern viewing of the film imparts it with all due benefits of doubt accrued by its major players in subsequent years: it’s got That Was The Week That Was pedigree, Beyond the Fringe all the way through to Python and Peter’s post-mortem confirmation as a national treasure.

Fraser, Cook and Elliott on WorthingPier
After the film, he was not convinced by his own performance but it’s his lack of nuanced expression that now seems to work very well as this coldly avuncular murderer and shaker: he takes everything in equal measure and has a plan for every eventuality based on a shrewd appreciation of the amorality all around him: we get the corruption we deserve.

The film is mostly funny around its lead character and not because of him as a host of top-notch character actors make their mark and a “guest appearance” by renowned playwright, Harold Pinter threatens to steal the show.

Valerie Leon and Arthur Leers...
It is however, hard to upstage Arthur Lowe and he’s the one to watch from the get-go as lazily abusive ad agency boss Ferret sitting in his complacent office ogling his secretary Tanya’s knicker line (unsurprisingly it’s Valerie Leon who is, overall, rather splendid). An agitated customer arrives and is followed in by a wide-eyed smart young man with a half-smile. The customer thumps Ferret and leaves as the young man reveals himself to be Michael Rimmer, sent to perform a time and motion study on the bureau.

He follows the nervous staff around, watching the finance director totting up the betting odds, following Pumer (John Cleese) into the gents and then catching him practising his ballroom dancing. There’s lots of time wasted in the company and before long Ferret’s test-match and skirt watching has to stop as he’s demoted to the bottom (not the one he likes) and retained only in order that he may repay the huge sums he’s wasted.

Time and motion...
I think the boys are trying to make a point… and it still resonates.

Rimmer takes over and then, impressed with Peter Niss (Denholm Elliott) a man from the biggest market research competitor, head hunts him to help undermine them. He uses shock tactics to catch attention and at the same time undermine faith in established mores, using research to show that the population is enjoying more sex than it actually is or that Britain is a nation of Buddhists.

Stephen Hench is Talking to You..
Naturally manipulation of public opinion leads him to politics and he cosies up to the leader of the opposition, Tory Tom Hutchinson (Ronald Fraser) at a reception held at London Zoo – how very modern! He can help him win, and in scenes not a million miles away from The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, he coaches Hutchinson on tone, body language and emotional control.

At the same time, he begins to work with the Labour Prime Minister, Blacket (George A. Cooper) – any resemblance to Harold Wilson being purely intentional. Knowing how little the public like seeing Blacket perform he encourages him to make daily TV appearances… it’s the one sure way to ensure Labour’s chances go down the tube (as it were).

Corbett and Cleese out polling
Michael decides he must take a wife and selects the pretty fit, Olympic equestrian Patricia Cartwright (Vanessa Howard, fit and pretty) who is soon won over by his empty charm and the two marry at Budleigh Moor (get it?).

But as Michael makes his way higher and higher, Patricia is left to alone a lot with Peter who attempts to lure her away… there’s one especially excruciating scene in which Patricia exercises her frustrations away as Niss looks on shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

The film was timed for release before the 1970 General election but some nervousness on behalf of the distributors prevented this… job done chaps!!  As it turned out the film was spot on and the Tories beat Wilson (temporarily) with, in this case Hutchinson romping to victory.

Marriage on the Moor
Rimmer instils some radical thinking in the new government with mocked up weaponry a far cheaper alternative to the development of the actual capabilities and a secret invasion of Swiss banks allowing the UK to pretend it has discovered North Sea Gold.

Tragedy soon occurs though when Hutchinson falls to his doom after holding a large chunk of gold over his head on a drilling platform… did he fall or was that a helping hand from Rimmer?

There’s no stopping him now as the party looks for a new leader, Patricia returns to the winning horse and novel ideas are put in to play that seem to promise more democracy whilst at the same time ensuring its doom. Referenda my friends… you can’t ask the public all the time; they’d much rather someone else made the decisions, good or bad…

Patricia exercises and Niss misses out
Dusty verdict: Michael Rimmer is clearly a jolly jape for the ruling satirical classes and it’s not often that political humour stands the test of time. IN this case, some of the jokes have only ripened in the age of social-media enhanced political campaign and big data thought control. Mr Rimmer is all too believable in the age of President Trump and a British government including Boris Johnson.

Peter Cook’s sly style has also stood the test of time and his vacuity only makes the character of Rimmer more believable: a post-Blair/post-Cameron man of PR and spin with little discernible core belief.

Just a stroll on the beach...
There’s superb support especially from Arthur Lowe and some of our finest character actors, Roland Culver, Dennis Price, Ronnie Corbett, Michael Bates and a sexy Diana Coupland! I also love the idea of an Election Grandstand – a TV programme with more airtime than news to break… very prescient!

The film is now available from Warner Archives on DVD and is close to Cook’s better work of the sixties such as the excellent Bedazzled (made with long-time partner, Budleigh Moore).