Saturday, 29 May 2021

The Dorset Riviera Touch… The Damned (1963)


The Damned is very much a film to be seen, for at its best it hits with a certainty of aim which is as exciting as it is devastating, and hits perhaps in a place where it is important we should be hurt... The Times, 20th May 1963

This film was on a list of worthwhile British films beyond the Powell-Hitchcock-Lean canon, prepared by Martin Scorsese for fellow directors Edgar Wright and Quentin Tarantino. Not sure what Quentin would make of the extensive scenes in Weymouth but the film gradually builds up to it’s quite startling conclusion, skilfully backing audience and narrative into a corner that fully lives up to the title, The Damned for the UK and These are the Damned in the US.

The film is directed by Joseph Losey, blacklisted and exiled from Hollywood in the fifties, and comes immediately before The Servant (1963), first of his collaborations with Harold Pinter, and a string of lauded films stretching well into the eighties. He moved to Britain in the mid-fities and this Hammer film is one of rare vetures into genre territory although he did have a hand in X the Unknown (1956).

Shirely Anne Field and Macdonald Carey

Based on H.L. Lawrence’s The Children of Light, by accounts a pulpier story, The Damned succeeds precisely because it avoids some of the more obvious tropes of conventional science fiction/fantasy and focuses more on character, realistic actions and believable consequences. It’s of its time, inevitably, and that “time” was as close to full scale nuclear war as we have probably ever come… so far.

On the front at Weymouth, with its stunning rows of Georgian buildings, there’s altogether more mundane violence at play as a gang of motor cyclists let by King (Oliver Reed) gather by the statue in honour of George III. An attractive young woman, Joan (Shirley Anne Field), walks along the prom towards them in almost indecently tight-fitting slacks and gets noticed by a middle aged but spry American, Simon Wells (Macdonald Carey) who begins talking to her across the road. Simon walks with his very much younger new friend away from the front and is ambushed by King’s gang who have marched to the spot like prototype droogs.

The age of senseless violence has caught up with us too.

Kenneth Cope in helmet and Oliver Reed in jacket wait for the man

The gang skips off, all whistling the violence’s ever-present rock tune which starts off sounding like pure British fakery, mock ‘n roll, and gets more menacing all the time as its rhythms match the kicks and punches on Simons body. It’s Black Leather Rock by James Bernard (music) and Evan Jones (lyrics), and the naïve, repetitive lyrics soon turn bitter… Black leather, black leather, rock, rock, rock, Black leather, black leather, smash, smash, smash… and by the end of the film… well, you’ll just have to see. 

Simon is rescued by two gents Captain Gregory (James Villiers) and Major Holland (Walter Gotell) who help him back to his hotel where he encounters their commander, Bernard (Alexander Knox) and his girlfriend, Freya (Viveca Lindfors) a sculptor who is surely far to bohemian and for that matter, young, for him. Before Simon’s arrival, Bernard had been trying to get her to return to London and we don’t know why… clearly there’s more going on in Weymouth than mugging and fine art and, obviously, the martial and world-weary Bernard is at the heart of it.

Bernard Knox and Viveca Lindfors

Freya as played with splendid assertiveness by Viveca Lindfors, completely changes the tone of the film just as much as Bernard and his “Mysterious project”. She clearly does not approve of her lover’s secrecy or his links to the military, she is a free spirit and quite at odds with violence of any kind not to mention secrecy. She immediately takes to Simon with his jaded frankness; a man of principle who just hasn’t found anything worth fighting for yet. But her relationship with Bernard is fascinating, an artist who clearly has a deep connection with this man of deadly secrets.

Who ever I am, I’m not who you think…

Talking about our American friend… he’s visited by Joan on his boat in Weymouth Harbour; she’s not exactly contrite – the quote above echoing Albert Finney’s line from Saturday Night and Sunday Morning which also featured Shirley Anne. Joan is intrigued by Simon’s honourability as even if he tried to pick her up, he did offer his arm as they crossed the road; a common courtesy her strangely possessive brother would not allow. Sure enough, King and the gang catch up and there’s a tense face off before Joan gives them the slip and jumps onto Simon and his boat. A pursuit begins across the bay and over to Portland Bill, the huge rock housing a large naval base and a prison along the causeway from the town.

Decent actor Macdonald Carey, he was in Days of Their Lives for thirty years
 

It’s here that Freya has her workshop where she makes her tortured figures and it’s here where Bernard’s operation is… and, as Simon and Joan find out, its here where the film’s real mystery begins. 

Any bully can command obedience, only a gentleman can command loyalty.

Bernard’s base is populated by a group of scientists who speak to a group of children via video link. The children are living in an underground bunker and in isolation, they are obedient but questioning to which Bernard responds that they to be told everything they need to know when they are old enough to understand… After the film’s opening this is quite the turn.

The narrative strings are, of course, joined together when Joan and Simon are discovered by King’s gang and, in escaping by falling down the cliff, find a network of caves and Bernard’s children, who rescue them and start to reveal their secrets. There’s much mystery left and the ending is still startling.

Remote learning for the class of '63...

Dusty verdict: The Damned deserves its reputation as a smartly strange Hammer tale and normalises the science horror by spending a good deal of time of the human elements. Two key interactions take place at Freya’s workshop on the edge of Portland, one between Simon and Fiona who discuss their newfound love and ambition and the other between King and Freya as the conflicted gang leader fails to have a grown-up conversation with the artist… This later exchange sees both actors excel and it’s hard not to see the destructive battel between artistic striving and King’s traumatised fear/anger as being emblematic of the choice facing our race. 

Bernard has a different take on things and it’s one that’s a pertinent today as it was in 1961 when The Damned was filmed. It exists today in restored full-length Blu-ray at 95 minutes whereas the released cut - delayed in both the UK where it was cut to 87 minutes, and the USA where the censors took a further ten minutes off..

Art versus anger.

The sculptures featured were all by British artist Elisabeth Frink who not only donated them but also gave Lindfors lessons in how to build the clay. The actress’s skill made up for the rest and when she wrestles with King after he hacks away one of her sculptures, it’s amongst the film’s most convincing emotional moments.

Watch it for a thinking person’s Hammer and wonder at how little has really changed… and who is really damned?


 

 
 

 
 

There's an interesting comparison of book and film at Tim Lucas' Video Watch Blog!

Thursday, 29 April 2021

Dilys dances again… Theatre of Death (1967)

This is the third part of my Dilys Watling series and is the first in colour, as it needs to be for a story with the alternate title of Blood Fiend! Dilys does a fair amount of dancing in this film but is some way down the cast list as Heidi a member of a Grand Guignol theatre company that specialises in the uncanny and sexually provocative occult themes. If nothing else it shows the kinds of gigs you could get in this early stage of the actress’s career and it is a genre film cashing in on the Hammer craze with the focus on action and suspense and the psycho-dramatic dramas of the central players. As a consequence, Heidi is the least rounded character she plays in these films but at least she moves…

Directed by Samuel Gallu and enlivened by a score from avant composer Elisabeth Lutyens, the film stars the always enigmatic Christopher Lee as Phillipe Darvas, who is following on from his father as director of the Theatre de Morte. Phillipe is very dedicated to the off-Pigalle project as if there’s more truth in horror dancing than people expect. It may be the family business but you’d think he’d be aiming somewhere posher… but then again, naturally enough, we suspect his motives from the get-go a) he’s Mr Lee and b) it’s, literally, called the Theatre of Death.

Christopher Lee makes sure Dilys Watling gets the point..

Patron Mademoiselle Angelique (Evelyn Laye) asks for a preview at the opening night party and he asks experienced Dani Gireaux (lovely Lelia Goldoni) to perform with a nervy newcomer, Nicole (Jenny Till) who Darvas hypnotises before they begin. The dance is about the Witches of Salem and as it progresses Nicole is more and more lost in the role and we are convinced she’s actually living it as she draws closer to a red-hot poker glowing in the fire and which her character intends for Dani…

Before reality can be confirmed against performance – and this is a genuinely sweaty palmed moment – Dani’s escort, Charles Marquis (Julian Glover) steps in just before a smiling Darvas was about to conclude the show. For those who don’t know, Glover is Robert Wyatt’s half-brother and one can well imagine them discussing this one after a The Soft Machine gig at the Roundhouse, Middle Earth or UFO Club… far out!

Anyway… Gallu directs this story well and manages the tension and the rather deceptive narrative well. Casting is also key but I’m not telling you why!

Jenny Till

Charles is a police surgeon recovering from a hand injury, yet also involved with the police investigation into the deaths of three women, who have all been murdered in the same way: stabbed in the neck, drained of blood in a manner suggesting the killer was either fetishizing vampiric “theatre” or has genuine hematophagy and needs to feed on the blood on the living! The murder weapon resembles the knives used in one of the performances at the Theatre of Death, and so Charles – as do we – naturally suspects Darvas.

The film settles into an unsettling rhythm with murders continuing and, Charles, along with Inspector George Micheaud (the not at all typecast Ivor Dean!) pursues Darvas as the chief suspect. He’s a devotee of magic and rituals, ostensibly as material for the theatre but, perhaps, he is not only taking it too far on stage, but he may also be conducting brutal research beyond… Darvas is certainly a strange fish and takes a Svengali interest in the innocent Nicole, soon asking her to move in with him in his apartment at the theatre so that he can develop her technique to perfection.

Naturally Dani – who has been rooming with Nicole is concerned but we soon learn how ruthless Darvas is when he dismisses her as a burnt-out failure following a nervous breakdown at the ballet she previously worked. Christopher Lee is of course excellent at this kind of exegesis and Lelia Goldoni is also very emotionally controlled. I’ve not seen much of her before but she has had a long and distinguished career including  John Cassavetes's ground-breaking film Shadows (1959) and Scorsese's Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974) by way of Danger Man!

Lelia Goldoni

Then Darvas seemingly disappears and things go quiet, Nicole moves back in with Dani and we all wait for the inevitable re-appearance… Strangeness keeps on taking place and again the atmosphere is built with care and intensity.

Dusty Verdict: This film was far more nuanced than I expected and enlivened by good performances as well as the atmospherics of direction, design and Lutyens’ score.

And that’s not to forget the contribution of our Dilys who is there for the grand finale as well as adding to the glamour and clamour of the theatrical scenes. The closing Voodoo sequence is breathless with drumming provided by the frantic beats of The Tony Scott Drummers and specialist risqué frenzy from dancer Evrol Puckerin.

 
Julian Glover and Lelia Goldoni

There was actually a theatre called the Grand Guignol in the Pigalle area of Paris which specialised in naturalistic horror shows from 1897 to 1962. The theatre would feature short plays about the underworld of prostitutes, criminals and the city’s poorest often mixed with comedies to lighten the mood between the horrors.  

Paula Maxa was one of the Grand Guignol's best-known performers and from 1917 to the 1930s, she was known as "the most assassinated woman in the world”, murdered more than 10,000 times in at least 60 different ways and raped over 3,000 times.

That’s entertainment I suppose…