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Two brothers, country-boy Welsh miners, come to London for a day to collect a prize won and to see a football match. They are separated when they arrive and spend the rest of the film trying to find each other. One, a handsome, naive lad (of the sort Bill Travers played in WEE GEORDIE) is alternately taken in tow by Alec Guinness, an effeminate garden-column writer, and by Moira Lister, a larcenous blonde. The other meets up with old-friend, street-singer Hugh Griffith, and they get wildly drunk. The pacing is superb, and the style is realistic. There is a large variety of amusing characters, the most memorable of which is Joyce Grenfell in a fancy dress shop. It's all extremely cleverly done, and filled with well-timed laughs. You don't see the laughs coming; in that sense they're never predictable. Nor are they easy, lazy laughs; they're very deftly worked out. Yet it doesn't go beyond that consummate skill. Halliwell, as usual, puts it very well; "with characterizations as excellent as they are expected." Somehow, the film isn't quite as pleasing as should be. This is largely because of the naive lad's relationship to the con-girl; one has to wonder about the worth of a man who'd completely forget his fiancé in a day, and Lister's weak performance doesn't give the conceit any help. Also, the level of farce is occasionally pushed beyond its limits. It's OK that the brothers keep missing each other like people slipping in and out of doors in a stage farce, but for Griffith and the brother he's with to literally pop in and out of the doors of the underground train, and stretch the routine to the limit, seems a bit much. But one feels a bit bad complaining about the weaknesses of the film, because it is very entertaining, and a skillfully made comedy.
There's plenty to love about the Ealing Studios comedies of the late
1940s and early 1950s. There's a certain laid-back attitude towards all
the stories, rarely falling back upon melodrama and maintaining a solid
feeling of everyday realism the humour is much more akin to the
Australian style of comedy rather than the American, and that certainly
appeals to me. Charles Frend's 'A Run for Your Money' is an
undiscovered gem a term I suspect I'll be using to describe a lot of
the Ealing Studio's films from 1949. The simple story concerns Tom
and David Jones, two mining brothers from the quaint Welsh town of
Hafoduwchbenceubwllymarchogcoch, who win a newspaper award, and so
travel to London for the first time to claim their $200 prize. Once
there, the two enthusiastic young men waste no time in getting
separated, and their eventful day consists of numerous coincidences,
near-misses, the reacquisition of a harp, a rugby match, the boss'
bowler hat, and a cunning female con-artist who tries to relieve David
of his money.
This is how I like comedy the best: simple, fun and effective. The two Welsh brothers (Meredith Edwards and Donald Houston playing Tom and David, respectively) are a pair of likable larrikins, though David (called by his nickname, "Dai Number 9") is naive to the point of gullibility, and Tom ("Twm") finds it difficult to say no to a drink at any time of the day. Alec Guinness has a brilliant supporting role as Whimple, the gardening-columnist who is instructed by his newspaper editor (Clive Morton) to escort the men about London. Interestingly, he is a sort of Clouseau-esquire figure, filled with a bloated sense of self-importance that is punctuated by, above all else, his terrible luck. Fittingly, and to our great amusement, the story eventually winds up with Whimple receiving the raw end of the deal, despite his best intentions. Moira Lister is adequate as Jo, the sweet-talking Londoner who tries to scam the credulous David out of the $200 prize money.
I also noticed some solid comparisons between 'A Run for Your Money' and director Frank Capra, and the sub-plot of the female con-artist finding the heart to redeem herself was reminiscent of Jean Arthur in 'Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936).' Additionally, Capra always had a talent for celebrating of the "common man," a notable example being the singing on the night bus in 'In Happened One Night (1934).' This film follows a similar sort of path: Tom and David Jones certainly represent this noble "every-man" - they are first sighted hundreds of metres underground, as cheery, hard-working labourers in the mine, with sweaty hands and blackened faces. Director Charles Frend also uses a merry song to emphasise the magnificence of the small-town folk of Wales. On the train to and from London, the hundreds of good-natured Welshmen join each other in a jubilant chant, a symbol of their togetherness as a people. Conversely, the uptight folk of the big city prohibit music in their pubs, and, on one of the London trains, a simple request for directions leads to a heated dispute over the most efficient route to Twickenham.
This story is about two Welsh brothers who are miners from an unpronounceable place in Wales who win a contest to go to London to see a rugby match. Part of the winnings are 200 pounds, a considerable sum in those days. The pair arrive, completely miss the otherwise disinterested gardening columnist asked to give them the prize (a great Alec Guiness) and go to the city. They meet up with Jo (the beautiful Moira Lister) and it turns out she is a scam artist and wants the money, so she becomes closer to the naive Dai. The brothers end up losing each other, with Twm meeting up with an old friend from their town. Hee helps him get back his pawned harp. The film goes from there, the brothers trying to find each other, Jo trying to get the 200 pounds and the columnist trying to endure this, being clearly out of his element. This is a very good film, comic, dramatic and even touching. The last half hour is excellent as you see how the story unfolds. If you like British film, especially classic British film, I highly recommend this.
This is a wonderful early post-war example of what would become staple
1950s comedies - one of the first from Ealing Studios - it has an
innocence and freshness, as well as genuine laughs and charm, that hold
up well nearly 70 years later.
Two Welsh miners win the Daily Echo's prize for the most productive miners in Britain and head up to London to collect the enormous sum of £200 - as innocents in London they get separated and the one meets a gorgeous girl on the make, and the other a broken-down Welsh harpist. They are all chased by a bemused Alec Guinness as the gardening correspondent out of his métier.
All in all this foreshadows the great comedies of the 1950 - but it is a very lovely example of the genre - full of joy, energy, even some farce, and lots of very beautiful music - this is one to enjoy with a nice cup of tea and a roaring fire!
A Run For Your Money concerns a trip to London after coal mining
brothers win a prize from a newspaper. Donald Houston and Meredith
Edwards play the brothers from some long unpronounceable Welsh village
and Alec Guinness plays the gardening columnist who is assigned to
cover their visit. Guinness who resents being taken away from his
beloved flowers manages to botch the assignment as the brothers get
separated and never quite get to the rugby match that they wanted to
Edwards meets up with an old pal from Wales in the person of Hugh Griffith who gets money from Edwards to get his beloved harp out of a pawnbroker's shop. The funniest gag in this Ealing comedy is Griffith carrying that harp around all over Londong as they search for Houston, while all the time stopping at every pub on the way.
Houston gets himself involved with a known con woman played by Moira Lister and Guinness is frantic to see she doesn't steal the prize money that the newspaper gave the brothers Jones. Houston is one naive country kid, a bit of a spin off from the character he played opposite Jean Simmons in the first Blue Lagoon movie. A certain providence watches over him.
This film would mark the last time Alec Guinness was a supporting player at Ealing. Henceforth he would be starring in these films. Honorable mention should also go to Hugh Griffith one of my favorite British players. Griffith may well have not been acting as his character is called to be soused the entire film and his appetite for the grape was legendary.
A Run For Your Money still holds up well after over 60 years and is still a very funny film. You will be talking about those Jones boys from Wales.
This is one of the harder reviews I've ever done. In the past, I have
loved the Ealing Studios films I have seen. I also love the time I have
spent in Wales--it's a charming and wonderful land. So I really
expected to love A RUN FOR YOUR MONEY. Oddly, however, I liked it only
mildly, though I wasn't totally sure why. So, instead of writing my
review right away like I usually do, I decided to think about it for a
while...mull it over in my head.
Now that some time has passed, I think the biggest reason I didn't love the film was that my expectations are just too high. Having seen films like PASSPORT TO PIMLICO and THE MAN IN THE WHITE SUIT (among many others), I expected the same magic. This really isn't 100% fair--as the Ealing people can't be expected to reprise the same level of success in every film. Another reason, and this one I think they could help, was that in many ways you never really get to know the characters that well. Too often, they are running about or having adventures and I felt that I wanted more. Finally, the whole idea of a country person going to the big city and having problems with the fast-paced city dwellers has been done many times before and the idea wasn't 100% original.
Still, there is a lot to like. Just from a historical standpoint, this is a glimpse at Welsh life that simply doesn't exist any more, now that their economy is no longer based on coal and slate mining. Also, while not necessarily a great film, it is very pleasant and worth watching. So, provided you don't set your expectations too high, then it's a very good film.
*** This review may contain spoilers ***
Donald Houston and Meredith Edwards are two Welsh miners who win a trip
to London and two-hundred pounds. They are to be met at Paddington
Station by a reporter (Alec Guiness) who will be their guide. They miss
Guiness, then they lose each other in the streets. Houston picks up a
young woman with designs on the prize money. Edwards runs into an old
friend, Hugh Griffith, now a drunken rapscallion reduced to singing
Welsh ballads and begging on corners, yearning for the harp he had to
pawn two years earlier. Everyone runs around trying to catch the
others, getting swept up in events along the way.
That's about it. The film tries to be more charming that humorous but its charm, like its comedy, is spare. It has a lot of good-natured energy but not too much else. When Griffith accidentally smashes his harp through a shop window, he shouts angrily, "If your rotten window has hurt my harp, you'll pay for it!" It doesn't get much funnier than that.
There's nothing wrong with the performances, the direction, or any other aspect of the production -- and there are one or two nice Welsh songs -- but whimsy is a poor substitute for plot. The Ealing comedies were best when they pitted canny rustics against bureaucratic ritualists. You could cheer for the peasants. Here, you cheer for everyone and there's no tension, no spring, behind the plot. Will they make the train home on time? It's such a small matter.
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