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Their Finest Two Hours and Seven Minutes

Posted in FILM, MUSIC, Politics with tags , , , , , , , on December 22, 2014 by dcairns


It’s Yuletide so I watched WWII film, because that’s what we do in Britain. THE GREAT ESCAPE is the traditional one, for some reason, but I believe THE EAGLE HAS LANDED and WHERE EAGLES DARE are considered acceptable too. I don’t know why. But I decided to experience a level of Britishness normally alien to me.

BATTLE OF BRITAIN is a 1969 Harry Saltzman super-picture directed by Guy Hamilton. It’s a WWII film, a work of warnography, nostalgia and pomp.


A big part of this is the music. Ron Goodwin provides most of this, and even by the standards of British war pictures, especially the ones made AFTER the war, it’s tremendously upbeat stuff. I found it fascinating the emotional choices Goodwin makes. When we first see an anteroom of Hitler’s office, the music is majestic. It’s like we’re really meant to be impressed about Hitler. Like we’re supposed to love him. Also, the camera never goes inside the office. Hitler is to be kept offscreen, or at least not clearly shown, like Jesus in BEN HUR. Rather strange choices.

And when we meet a couple of German aces, the music is again delightfully romantic. And the main pilot (Reinhard Horras) looks very glamorous in his leather jacket, even better if possible than Michael Caine and Ian McShane and the rest on the other side.

Goodwin had done such an obscenely fun job on 633 SQUADRON that he was obviously expected to do more of the same. The film was gigantic, went over budget, and suffers from actually having too much amazing aerial footage and not enough solid human drama. So I suspect the score was maybe also intended to shore the movie up.


But in addition to that, the movie has a blast of Sir William Walton, proper classical composer who also dabbled in movies (THINGS TO COME HENRY V), conducted by Malcolm Arnold (BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI). His stuff has a lot more dignity to it, and the film suddenly drops its sound effects in order to let the music dominate completely. It’s always impressive when a movie does that with a large-scale scene — one thinks of RAN as a fine example. It’s particularly bold here since all along the movie is intercutting actual aeroplane stuff with model shots, and getting away with it 99% of the time. Without sound effects to convince us we’re watching full-scale action, there’s always a risk that the suspension of disbelief will fail and disbelief will go spiralling towards earth, trailing smoke from its fuselage. It doesn’t.


A pair of aces.

It’s a big, impressive FEAT, a bit like GRAND PRIX, this movie. Morally quite shaky, and dramatically thin. All those Great Actors with so little to do. At the end, when it lists the casualties on both sides, I wondered if it might carry on and, in the same spirit list the number of lines granted Michael Redgrave, Ralph Richardson, Nigel Patrick, Edward Fox…

Key Details

Posted in FILM, literature with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2011 by dcairns

THE KEY is another of these latter-day Carol Reed movies with a shaky reputation: I went in expecting a leaden piece of White Elephant Art, forgetting how much I sometimes enjoy WEA when it’s done with passion and energy. Will nobody stand up for the poor pale pachyderm?

Carl Foreman provides the script, based on Jan de Hartog’s novel, StellaTHE INSPECTOR (aka LISA), also based on a JDH book, covers in some ways similar ground: boats, war, a traumatised girl. This is much better than Philip Dunne’s movie, which was authentically turgid.

Here, things actually build pretty compellingly. The set-up is interesting: tug-boat captains in wartime whose mission is to rescue lame duck ships from the U-boats. Since any ship crippled is written off as a loss, any ship saved is regarded as pure profit, so the work of the tugs is under-appreciated and consequently under-resourced: they have barely any working defenses and no anti-shell plating.

Reed’s dutch tilts look even nicer in widescreen.

The titular key belongs to a flat containing Sophia Loren, and is therefor a highly prized possession, already passed down from slain captain to slain captain several times before its current owner, Trevor Howard, who plays a sozzled old sea-dog not a million leagues from his real-life persona. William Holden plays another captain (he’s enlisted in the Canadian navy before Pearl Harbor) who inherits key, flat and woman when Howard buys it.

The point is, as Holden slowly understands, that this is not a merely commercial arrangement for Loren, but a matter of psychological necessity. After her fiance was killed at sea, she has filled the void with a succession of captains, all standing in for the original. The question for Holden is, can he replace the original loss and be loved for himself? Also, can he avoid going the way of the previous tenants?

If THE MAN BETWEEN served up lots of moody visuals that sometimes felt far more evocative than their surrounding narrative, this movie does build to some powerful dramatic scenes which utilize Malcolm Arnold’s haunting music and Oswald Morris’s astonishing, lambent cinematography to full effect. A scene in which Holden, by now believing himself doomed, seems to see Howard, risen from the grave, gazing balefully at him across the bridge, creates a frisson of true supernatural terror, resolved yet disspelled by a cut which shows the impression to be a trick of the mind —

It’s a trick borrowed from Hitchcock’s SABOTAGE, but it’s even better here. That sharp, low-key sunlight hitting Trev!

Loren, of course, is excellent, with a striking ability to suggest trauma, deep mourning, and compartmentalized psychological spaces unreachable by man. And one has to appreciate any film which gives her a scene with Irene Handl. Howard is splendid, if a little uncomfortable to watch when cosying up to Loren: there’s a pulchritude imbalance that feel’s a touch bestial/necrophilic. And Holden unites the show, progressing into the darker scenes very naturally, as he always did: in a way, it’s his strongest territory, despite his undoubted light comedy skills. Give him a marked man to play and he shone.

Only a slightly episodic start, and an inconclusive ending, mar the movie. Reed’s filming of the sea battles is impressive, with just a couple of models and process shots amid the footage of real vessels captured under unpleasant and risky North Sea conditions. Reed’s best bits often demand a multitude of angles, so there was no way to cut corners here, and the director was also working under the handicap of knowing nothing about ships: he would blithely instruct his submarine commander to surface at a given mark, unaware how impossible this was.

Here’s Oscar Homolka’s best scene! A wonderfully compact actor.