Showing posts with label Miles Malleson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miles Malleson. Show all posts

Sunday, May 23, 2021

DVD/150: THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST (Anthony Asquith, 1952)

Anthony Asquith's sparkling adaptation of Oscar Wilde's THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST is 70 next year - an ageless film of an ageless play.

Asquith's screenplay captures the essence of Wilde, his direction creates a perfect 'High Comedy' world for the dazzling firework display of his cast of actors.

They act without any camp condescention; they enter the reality of Wilde's world and deliver definitive performances of their characters.

The film is dominated by Edith Evans' Lady Bracknell, and while her "A handbaaaaaaag?" line has haunted every Lady Bracknell since, she plays the role with such nuance that she makes all her lines memorable.

Michael Redgrave is perfect as Ernest/Jack while Michael Dennison is a revelation as the facile Algernon.

Margaret Rutherford and Miles Malleson shine as Miss Prism and Canon Chasuble.

Newcomer Dorothy Tutin is delectable as Cecily but outshining them all, Joan Greenwood's delicious Gwendolen steals every scene.

Shelf or charity shop?  Worthy of a shelf all on it's own, this is one of my desert island films.  In a world of ghastly reimaginings and modern-dress reductiveness, the film stands as a record to a cast and film-makers honouring the material. Exquisitely shot by Desmond Dickinson and gloriously costumed by Beatrice Dawson, the film looks as good as it sounds - and it sounds absolutely glorious, no better than in the scene where Gwendolen and Cecily duel over their supposed engagements to Earnest, to hear Joan Greenwood say these lines in quick succession is to witness perfection:

“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on the train"

"I am glad to say that I have never seen a spade.  It is obvious that our social spheres have been widely different"

"You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake".

It is the bitterest irony that Anthony Asquith's father, Herbert Asquith, as Home Secretary signed Oscar Wilde's arrest warrent.


Saturday, September 05, 2020

DVD/150: DEAD OF NIGHT (Alberto Cavalcanti / Charles Crichton / Robert Hamer / Basil Dearden, 1945)

TALES FROM THE CRYPT, VAULT OF HORROR... No, the best British portmaneau horror film remains Ealing's 1945 film DEAD OF NIGHT which can still chill.

An architect is invited by a potential client to stay for a weekend. He feels déja vu when he arrives and tells the assembled guests he feels he knows them from his dreams.  One by one they recount unsettling incidents that happened to them...

They include a racing driver's strange dream saving him from a deadly accident; a young girl's ghostly encounter during a party game; a woman's gift of a mirror to her fiancée drives him murderously deranged; and two golfing friends extend their rivalry beyond the grave.

But the best remains Michael Redgrave's nightclub venriloquist driven schizophrenic by his doll's persona.

Only after all these are told does the architect realise why it is all familar to him...

Still haunting after 75 years...

Shelf or charity shop? DEAD OF NIGHT resides in the limbo of my plastic storage case - scaring the bejeebus out of the other dvds. Basil Dearden directed the linking story as well as the racing driver sequence, Robert Hamer directed the haunted mirror sequence, Charles Crichton directed the golfer's story (which is the only segment that outstays it's welcome) while Alberto Cavalcanti directed the Christmas party and the ventriloquist sequences.  There are memorable contributions from Mervyn Johns as the fearful architect, Miles Malleson as a cherubic harbinger of death, Sally Ann Howes as the pert teenager, Googie Withers as the buyer of the mirror, Frederick Valk as the pragmatic psychiatrist, Elisabeth Welch as the owner of the Chez Beulah cabaret, and above all Michael Redgrave's schizo ventriloquist - his final scene confrontation with Hugo the dummy remains genuinely disturbing.