Showing posts with label William Hartnell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Hartnell. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 February 2024

Hostesses to fortune... The World Ten Times Over (1963)

 

It’s a mystery to me why this film isn’t better known. It not only fits in with the early-sixties “kitchen sink” classics like The L-Shaped Room, Victim and A Taste of Honey, it also has Soho Film credentials with some atmospheric locations captured along with the nightclub culture of the time. The narrative is so well constructed and there are definitely traces of French new wave but also the work of Antonioni certainly in the ways it captures the communication dynamics between men and women especially in one sequence in which we alternate between June Ritchie’s character not connecting with boyfriend whilst Sylvia Syms’ similarly fails to touch her father’s empathy centre.

The performances are so committed too especially from Syms as Billa (Sybilla) whose rage at her father, also well observed by William Hartnell, is sometimes hard to watch. There’s no meeting of minds as Billa tries to reach out but Dad is too intellectual and analytical to let her in. His idea of a day out is a lecture in the evening – juvenile delinquency, he’s a teacher – with an afternoon of Coriolanus at the Old Vic, anything to avoid actually spending time with his daughter, alone with themselves. Even if this is verging on cliché, Bill and Sylvia make it work really well, his still waters running so deep it takes her almost the entire film to get a rise out of him. Both as stubborn as each other and set in their rut only that’s not going to work as Billa has reached a crisis…

June Ritchie is not impressed.

June Ritchie I also find very compelling as Billa’s flat and workmate Ginnie, a young woman of restless energy who still hasn’t established her full sense of self. She’s impulsive, stubborn and unwilling to conform. Her boyfriend, Bob Shelbourne is played by Edward Judd who might be the only one slightly miscast as a spoilt and uncertain “mid-30s” nepo-baby, working in a senior position for his overpowering father, (Francis de Wolff) who controls his private life as much as his work having “arranged” his marriage to the prim Elizabeth (Sarah Lawson). Judd is indeed a little mature and rugged to play this naïve role and sometimes we don’t quite believe his motivations in risking everything for a 22-year-old “hostess”.

Ah, now there’s a word and it is, like other elements in the film, “coded”. Both women work in a nightclub as hostesses who are paid to drink and entertain the gentlemen who go there. There’s music and a compère played by Davy Kaye and lost of mostly middle-aged men eating and drinking with bored younger women… it’s not quite a “clip-joint” but the inference is certainly there that companionship can be bought and extended to a hotel or other external venue…

Written and directed by Wolf Rilla, perhaps best known for Village of the Damned (1960) an adaptation of John Wyndham’s classic sci-fi novel The Midwich Cuckoos (1957), the film is probably the earliest example of a lesbian relationship in British film although the coding is fairly deep on this one. Talking years later, Syms said she went as farm as she could to emphasise the love Billa has for Ginnie for as far as she was concerned that was what this was. There had been films with homosexual overtones before, Syms was in one of them, Victim with Dirk Bogarde, but as with the Victorian law banning only male same-sex relationships, women’s sexual attraction to women was largely ignored in this country.

Dignity Mr Judd, dignity...

Both women are let down by their men, and professionally, Bila, seems contemptuous of her clients. Ginnie is more easy going and she seems to be prepared to play along with her rich man although perhaps she is conflicted by her ultimate lack of feeling for him. She’s coasting along on the surface of sincerity and kicking back especially when Bob takes her to his father’s office for a “discussion” about finding her work so their relationship is more acceptable. Father is not impressed and suggests a role as a kind of business version of a hostess whilst the secretaries muse on her transactional relationship with their bosses’ son.

Dusty Verdict: Rilla directs at a pace as the events essentially take place over a day as confrontations are made unavoidable by one of the hazards of Bila’s trade and Bob’s determination to free himself from trophy wife and father’s money. It’s an unsettling ride with some lovely moments always undercut by the unspoken details of the women’s’ life and the harsh realities they face: what has driven them to this point we can only imagine and how can they go forward if only with each other?

Great job Bill!

Filmed on location in Maida Vale – their flat is over a shop on a smart Victorian Street, not cheap even then, and the surrounds over to Wyndham Place, elsewhere in Marylebone as well as Soho after dark – The World Ten Times Over does have a grittiness you won’t often find and its unrelenting narrative leaves you in no doubt that the women have harder choices to make.

There’s a surprise cameo from a very young Donald Sutherland as a club patron and also from a dour John Junkin playing a morose drinker in a Soho pub as Dad considers his daughter’s chosen profession. Junkin’s character bemoans the state of the nation in ways that feel very modern… next round’s on me John!

Sylvia chooses the score from All Night Long! Good choice!

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Sunday, 18 October 2020

Road rage… Hell Drivers (1957)


I haven’t seen this film since a black and white Saturday in the seventies and it deserves its reputation as one of the best dramas of the period. Yes, the film is sped up to make some of the truck driving look even more dangerous than it probably was but on the bigger modern screen this is still a white knuckle ride as your foot reflexively pushes down hard on the imaginary brake at the base of your living room chair with every manic swing round an impossible corner or reckless overtake into on-coming traffic. 

Cy Endfield’s cutting is masterful of course and the editing of John D. Guthridge, pulling back and forth from the road, the monstrous trucks and the sweated reactions of one of the finest ensembles of actors you’ll find. Indeed, it’s not so much the speed of vehicles that scare you but the display of desperation and mad determination on the brows of Stanley Baker, Patrick McGoohan and Herbert Lom. This is Britain’s answer to Clouzot’s Wages of Fear with the dynamite being in men’s hearts and minds, post-war austerity of the soul.

Stanley Baker
 

Baker is brilliant as Tom Yately, just out of prison for an unspecified crime but aiming to follow the straight and narrow if he can only get a chance. He has the right mix of quite shame in his past with a modest, yet fierce belief in his own worth; such a likeable actor and one of the icons of post-War British cinema. None of the characters in Hell Drivers is entirely innocent and it’s a tough film with a dark heart. Tom finds his way to Hawletts, a haulage contractor ruthlessly run by Mr Cartley (William Hartnell), which makes money by moving as much gravel across from quarry to building site as possible with the mathematics of the daily deliveries being unrelenting: each driver needs to make at least twelve ten-ton, twenty-mile round trips a day or lose his job. The trucks are parrot-nosed Dodge 100 "Kew" vehicles not designed for comfort or even safety at the speeds the top drivers take them. 

Cartley's secretary Lucy (Prestatyn’s finest Peggy Cummins in jeans!) has an instant spark with Joe who’s heard from a pal about a vacancy – caused, as we learn, by the death of a driver – and he soon learns the ropes after a near miss on his first trip out in truck no. 13, with head mechanic Ed (the excellent Wilfrid Lawson). It doesn’t get any easier as Joe soon comes up against the driver’s top dog, "Red" Redman (Patrick McGoohan), the fastest and most reckless who has truck no. 1. McGoohan has screen presence to match Baker’s and is at his most febrile here, as out of control as the Dodge’s with a performance that veers towards the barrier of believability but stays just inside the double yellow line of sincerity.

Peggy Cummins

Herbert Lom’s Gino, driver of truck no. 3, provides a counterbalance, an Italian who remained after the war and who is both religious and honest. Gino loves Lucy, and sweetly calls her his “girl” even though we suspect she is only marking time with him as she soon proves with her advances to Tom; see, no-one is innocent.

The rest of the team is a roll-call of character-acting excellence, everyone of whom would have long careers; Dusty, no. 22 (Sid James), Tinker, truck 11 (Alfie Bass), Scottie, no. 7 (Gordon Jackson) and, sorry mate but the Scottie nickname was already taken, Johnny, no. 19 (someone called Sean Connery). We also have the stunningly stunning Jill Ireland as a waitress in the Pull Inn café where the boys congregate for breakfast and after a hard day’s truck. 

Tom soon gets with the flow and sets himself the target of beating Red’s record and winning the gold cigarette case for anyone who can better his 18 runs in a day. But the game is rigged as Red cheats by cutting across country and does everything he can to hamper the competition by fair means or foul. This is a tough film and you know not everyone will make it through…

What a carry on Mr Bond?

Tom goes to see his mother (Beatrice Varley) and brother Jimmy (David McCallum) to give them some of his hard-earned cash, but he’s still in disgrace with her not just for his crime but the fact he involved Jimmy who is now permanently on crutches as a result. It leaves you thinking what would have made the otherwise decent Tom so desperate for money that he’d risk both her sons in the crime. There’s something in this film that touches on working class choices and also exploitation as Hawletts turns out to be a crooked enterprise, with Cartley and Red colluding to cream off the pay for more drivers than they actually employ. They’re driving the men into the ground to make up for the missing headcount. 

The mood changes after a scrap at the local dance when Tom, wary of breaking his parole, makes a getaway before ethe police arrive to settle matters. The other drivers now start to call him coward and to undermine him at every turn, encouraged by Red. Gino swaps trucks with Tom to give him a chance at the record and pays the price… things are getting personal and Tom determines to risk everything to prove himself and to expose the con.

Parrot-nosed Dodge 100 "Kew" trucks

Dusty verdict: Hell Drivers is a classic late-period Brit Noir that manages to entertain whilst making you feel uneasy throughout. Even the lead character has been driven to such extremes that his brother is crippled and his mother won’t forgive him, whilst the rest, even those such as Sid and Alfie, are happy to join in with Tom’s victimisation, following Red’s miss directions.  

All of which gives the film the winning edge of a reality that remains, survival of the fittest against all the odds of a rigged system.  

It’s available on BFI Blu-ray with ten ton of extras and frankly, I wouldn’t hesitate to snap it up!