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Sunday, 23 June 2019

Dead of Night (1945)

"Mr Craig is going to hit me, savagely!"

Oh well, I'm sure he can hit somebody else instead."

Wow. That blew me away, utterly and unexpectedly. Why is this not known as one of the greatest horror films ever? No, it's not exactly obscure, or indeed short of praise, but it's rarely seen in "best of" lists. This is an extraordinary film.

I can see where Amicus got the idea of the portmanteau horror film from having seen this, but Dead of Night is no B Movie and the horror is never cheesy but always effective. No monsters in make-up here, just ghost story uncanniness. And no silliness: there’s no silliness here, although there’s plenty of wit in the script.

The plot is fiendishly clever; an architect visits a house he’s never visited before, and recognises it and everyone there from a recurring nightmare, and events gradually unfold just as he fears, but with some devilishly clever twists at the end. Along the way he hears several tales- separate sequences by different directors- all of which are deeply effective, but the ones that stand out are Michael Redgrave and the creepy ventriloquist’s dummy and the bit of comic relief with a dead golfer haunting his estranged friend (“May the Lord have mercy on your handicap!”).

The acting is superb, with Redgrave and Googie Withers deserving extra praise, and although 1945 feels a very long time ago- no shagging before marriage, “how do you do?”, all the smoking, the plummy accents (the hide and seek lecherous wanker comes across very much like Tim, Nice But Dim...) - but this is an extraordinary film which will linger in the mind for a long time.

Saturday, 29 December 2018

Scrooge (1951)

"Humbug!"

Mrs Llamastrangler suggested that, as Gremlins counts as a Christmas film only on a technicality, I ought to do one (interpret that how you will) before the Chrimbo Limbo concludes. I think she had Jack Frost in mind, but heigh-ho...

Anyway, this is bloody good. Alastair Sim proves that actors associated with comedy can be truly arresting at straight drama- although his comic side is of course very much on display at the end..The entire cast is magnificent, though.

While bits are expanded from Dickens’ original novella, chiefly concerning how Scrooge got his wealth, this is a faithful adaptation, on the whole. The film deserves top marks, in particular, for taking care to include Dickens’ social commentary; the unreformed Scrooge refuses to forgive a debt, potentially forcing his unfortunate debtor to spend Christmas in a debtor’s prison, and announces that prisons and the Poor Law, cruel though they are, are a suitable response to poverty. Also it’s clear, in what we see of Scrooge’s past, that his hardness is a response to a perceived hardening of the world from the ore-factory age, when money wasn’t everything, to now (1843-ish?) where money is progress and traditional considerations for the less fortunate have fallen by the wayside. It’s very much about the problems of industrialisation, but it has much to say to That her’s children in this new age of austerity. And it’s heartening to see Christmas being set against all this, rather than as another commercial pressure.

It’s all full of Dickensisms, of course, from those inimitable character names to the poor working class family that inexplicably speaks RP, but that’s all part of the fun. This is the finest adaptation of A Christmas Carol that I’ve seen, very much including those with Muppets in...!