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(Un)forgettable Ruins

Posted in FILM, MUSIC, Mythology with tags , , , , , on October 10, 2011 by dcairns

A panoply of ridiculously beautiful and talented people.

The Edinburgh-born musician Bert Jansch died this week — I didn’t really know anything about him, but by one of these weird coincidences that have been piling up around me lately, I’d been listening to the soundtrack for Roddy McDowell’s TAM LIN right before I saw his name as a trending topic on Twitter (anytime you see your name trending on Twitter, get your pulse checked because it probably means you’re dead). And I discovered only then that Jansch was a founding member of Pentangle who did the memorable, eerie, folky music for that odd film.

The country house is Traquair, not far from Edinburgh. So the movie relates to Jansch both musically and geographically.

I wrote about TAM LIN here.

And here are the Edinburgh bits of the film.

Alva Street, a Georgian New Town area… South Queensferry, with the Forth Bridge (as seen in Hitchcock’s THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS)…

Jansch is a fantastically influential guitarist, ripped off by all and sundry (but especially Jimmy Page). This article in The Guardian fills in useful backstory.

A Pentangle collection: Light Flight – The Anthology

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Hitch Year, week 10: Juno and the Hitchcock

Posted in FILM, Theatre with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2009 by dcairns

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“Of no interest whatsoever,” — Hitchcock’s peremptory summation of ELSTREE CALLING seems rather harsh. And in fact, what he really means is, “A bunch of crap,” since the film is basically without merit, but very far from being without interest. I mean, how could you say THIS is of no interest ~

Rubbish, possibly, but it’s eye-poppingly interesting. And then there’s the Friese-Greene colour process, with its shimmering tones (much faded now, I fear) which seem to be fighting to escape the outlines of the figures and blaze across the screen and out into the auditorium ~

But Hitch didn’t direct this stuff. He shot the framing bits, in which Gordon Harker (THE RING, THE FARMER’S WIFE) returns for his last Hitchcock performance, struggling to get his anachronistic television to work. Hitchcock is terrible at slapstick here (there were some fine bits with Harker in THE FARMER’S WIFE, though) — something about early sound, in conjunction with Hitchcock’s use of closeups, and some woeful writing, contrives to make it all seem painful and upsetting.

And who was broadcasting TV in 1930? The Nazis, possibly, but nobody else. If someone asks you to name a Hitchcock musical, you could stretch a point and maybe offer a few possibilities (the second MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH, WALTZES FROM VIENNA), but this seems to me the only true Hitchcock sci-fi film.

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A terrifying vision of the future.

The film also features BLACKMAIL’s Donald Calthrop and John Longden and, in a sequence that could conceivably have been directed by Hitch but probably wasn’t, Anna May Wong in a Flash Gordon costume kicking a hen:

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I mention all this, even though ELSTREE CALLING isn’t part of the canonical 52 Hitchcocks I’m duty bound to watch and write about this year, purely because it’s a lot more fun than JUNO AND THE PAYCOCK. I “studied” Sean O’Casey’s play in school, which aversion therapy may have prejudiced me against it, but coming back to the thing did give me a sinking feeling. It’s one of very few Hitchcock films I wouldn’t watch for pleasure. But it is pretty interesting as early talking cinema, and as an example of a direction Hitch could have gone off in. Thankfully, he didn’t.

Look at Anthony Asquith. After the blazingly cinematic, expressionistic UNDERGROUND (haven’t seen it, but the clips look spiffy) and A COTTAGE ON DARTMOOR, Asquith approached sound cinema in a completely different way, abandoning his powerful visuals and simply photographing actors reciting dialogue by Shaw, Wilde and Rattigan. Apart from some exciting montage sequences (sometimes the work of a young David Lean), there’s little of filmic interest, and the choice of writers is suspect: I’m not sure Shaw and Rattigan CAN be cinematic, and while Wilde clearly can be adapted into cinematic language (look at any version of Salome), Asquith carefully avoided doing so.

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Cinematographer John Cox seems to have been almost as fond of cameo appearances as Hitch.

JUNO AND THE PAYCOCK is a step towards Hitchcock’s metamorphosis into Asquith, a transformation that was thankfully never completed. While Hitch was a theatre-lover, and believed in fidelity to the source when transferring plays to the screen (quite the opposite of his approach to literature), his later filmed plays all have cinematic energy and dramatic tension. That tension is something I find missing in most of this play. True, it does build to a conclusion in which tragedy piles up on top of tragedy, but in a way that depends upon theatrical compression to appear remotely plausible. In screen terms, for the daughter to fall pregnant and be abandoned, the legacy to prove false, the son to be murdered, all at the same time, stretches credibility more seriously than the murder plot in VERTIGO.

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Representative Types of Irishman.

Hitch begins with an opening-out sequence, according to a scheme he often promulgated: start with something exterior and dynamic, telling the audience they’re getting a film; then give them the play. I’ve already blogged about this opening sequence here, but note the cutaways of grizzled and degenerate Irishmen as Barry Fitzgerald is talking about the nobility of the Celtic race. Hitchcock is always rather mean to public speakers, but this heavy-handed irony almost smacks of racism, which is not the overall point of the film or the play. As a Catholic, Hitchcock has some connection to the characters in the play, but the Hitchcock family appear to have been long-standing English Catholics*, so the connection is not ethnic. I don’t think Hitchcock regards the Irish as inferior (why would he make the film if he did?), in fact he relates to working-class life in Dublin as similar to working-class life in London (Hitchcock’s family was never as poor as the Boyles, but he must have known poorer families), but I guess he couldn’t resist the “joke”. I think he probably should have.

(I remember a TV interview with Cyril Cusack, saying he thought at the time that JUNO AND THE PAYCOCK was the worst film ever made. I wonder why? I don’t think it’s too brilliant, but that’s a very strong reaction. Possibly the situation of an English director tackling an Irish play, and making the kind of possible misjudgement cited above, is part of it.)

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Icon of Grief.

Hitch’s most impressive moment in the film, and one worthy of Bunuel: a shot of a plaster Virgin Mary, accompanied by a burst of machine-gun fire.

The cast is worth commenting upon: Sara Allgood returns from BLACKMAIL, and from the original stage production. she would soon head for Hollywood, but her path did not professionally cross Hitchcock’s again once there. Too bad. John Laurie makes his first appearance in a Hitchcock. A Scot by both race and inclination, he attempts a vaguely recognisable Irish accent, and swings between conviction and pose-striking drama-queenery. It’s a shock to see him young and somewhat handsome though — within a few years he would be cast as an elderly crofter in THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS (his father was a crofter for real), and would never play young again.

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“We’re all doomed!”

All in all, the acting here smacks of the stage, with over-precise enunciation through the accents, and very deliberate, self-conscious moving about from everybody. Plod from Position A to Position B, declaim line, await response. The compositions are generally very nice, and it would be unfair of me to slam the thing too hard, since I just looked at Peter Hall’s film of A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. Now there’s theatrical acting. Vanessa Redgrave’s lips move like copulating serpents.

O’Casey’s comedy always struck me as totally unfunny. I know that’s the kind of purely personal response that isn’t much help to anybody else, but isn’t it all just either paddywhackery or reverse-paddywhackery? It feels like a series of responses to the concept of Irishness, rather than to actual life, but maybe the production’s to blame. What does feel true is my original objection to the thing back in school: the comedy is just a bunch of eejits saying stupid things — nothing happens for most of the play, and nothing much is expected to happen. The Master of Suspense has nothing to be master of.

But — I welcome more informed, enthusiastic or insightful comments. Let’s see what we can make of this thing.

*This is according to John Russell Taylor’s authorized biography, but Patrick McGilligan dug deeper. It appears that Hitch’s mum was London Irish, and there was some Irish blood on his father’s side. I was also interested to learn that Hitch’s maternal grandfather was a policeman, which seems significant in the light of the director’s oft-expressed fear of cops.

Euphoria #50: Cherry Ripe

Posted in FILM, literature, MUSIC with tags , , , , , , , , on February 16, 2008 by dcairns

 

We have reached Euphoria 50! Fifty examples of cinematic joy have been assembled, reaching a kind of critical mass. Things should now start getting better in the world — politics, the environment, men’s fashions, the selection of biscuits at your local ScotMid.

EVERYTHING. 

BAFTA-winning screenwriter and comedy turn Colin McLaren nominated THIS:

‘I’ve plumped for the seance scene from NIGHT OF THE DEMON (52 minutes in), or simply the rendition of CHERRY RIPE, as preceded by the line ‘Oh very well Maggie’. There’s Aleister Crowley’s mum beckoning us to join in. An insight into how Obsolete People keep warm.’

Our writer, Charles Bennett, wrote numerous Hitchcock films in the ’30s, and this scene shows a familiar Hitchcockian puckishness. The silly, matronly mother of the villain seems reminiscent of Bruno’s dear mom in STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, actually.

Jacques Tourneur is one my favourite Hollywood directors (his dadwas no slouch either). He did stunning work on OUT OF THE PAST, a classic noir, and his Val Lewton suspensers are justly renowned. N/COTD follows in their shadowy footsteps…

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This is Bennett’s comedy relief scene, and how odd it is! Gruff skeptic Dana Andrews dismisses the spiritualist as a fraud, but shouldn’t he at least be impressed by how incredibly good he is? Sense is not being made.

Wikipedia tells me something I don’t know:

‘The Song in Literature
The song Cherry Ripe is a recurring theme in John Buchan’s WWI spy novel Mr Standfast (1919). It identifies Mary Lamington, a young intelligence officer, who fall in love and vice versa with the hero of the novel general Richard Hannay.’

The Buchan reference is relevant due to Bennett’s work adapting THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS for Hitch. OK, it’s a slender thread of connection, and doesn’t actually mean anything, but what do you want on a cold Saturday night?

Oh, I’ve included the little post-seance moment so we can glimpse the splendid Niall McGinnis as Julian Karswell, our Aleister Crowley substitute.

More connections: Athene Seyler (superbname!) who plays Mrs. Karswell, turned up this very evening in the stunning QUEEN OF SPADES, with Anton Walbrook, which we were screening here at Shadowplay Heights — on a DVD which was a gift from a lady named Hitchcock. And Fiona just wafted by with a bowl of ripe cherries, which she intends to devour in bed.

It’s all unfolding like a dream!

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More on Tourneur, I should think, soon.

(and a full report on QUEEN OF SPADES)