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22 out of 27 people found the following review useful:
Sally Bowles before Cabaret, 14 December 2003
Author:
petershelleyau from Sydney, Australia
This film was inexplicably made in England, and though there is some
staginess - noticably in the yelling of some of the actors - director Henry
Cornelius provides some clever imagery eg the decadence of the Berlin
nightclub by a piglet and two smashing beerglasses, and Christopher standing
at a window in the past bringing out us out of the narrative flashback. It
also features a remarkable hotel party setpiece.
The infamous role of Sally Bowles is written as a pretentious innocent, and
the knowledge that Isherwood was gay feeds into the notion of Sally as a
coded drag queen, or at least, an effeminate gay man. The screenplay is full
of gay subtext eg Christopher's narcissism demonstrated in his lotions and
weights and boufant hairstyle, Sally's descriptions of male musculature, the
repeated use of sausages, Sally telling Christopher he doesn't "understand"
women, his describing her sex appeal as "inadequate", the rectal
thermometer, his massage, his confession that he is "not the marrying type",
and fear of being "embroiled" with her. The major difference between this
treatment and that of Bob Fosse's Cabaret is the Clive Mortimer character,
who here is heterosexual, but would be later turned into the bisexual Max.
Julie Harris performed the role of Sally Bowles on Broadway, and one's
opinion of her performance cannot help but be influenced by Liza Minnelli
(as is one's opinion of the film as a piece). Harris works against her basic
miscasting (she doesn't even use an English accent when we are told Sally is
English) because Sally is such an artificial creation. She is like an Actors
Studio version of a junior Auntie Mame, and even when her antics become
tiresome, she is still far more likeable than Laurence Harvey's starched and
basically asexual Christopher. Harris may not have Minnelli's street urchin
vulnerability, but she has some inspired moments - posing in front of a
mirror wearing a mink coat, her drunken giggling, looking behind a silk
scarf, or licking milk with a wild tongue.
14 out of 14 people found the following review useful:
Surprisingly good, 7 July 2007
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Author:
Martin Bradley (MOscarbradley@aol.com) from Derry, Ireland
Hindsight is a wonderful thing. Much reviled when it first appeared, (inspiring the famous review 'Me No Leica'), this precursor of "Cabaret" can now be looked at in comparison and it's not half bad. It's certainly no classic but it has its own wayward charm, (the film version of "Cabaret" follows this plot whereas the stage version changed the plot somewhat). One should, of course, resist the temptation to snicker when Laurence Harvey's Christopher Isherwood, (it keeps the original author's real name; God Knows what Isherwood thought of it), describes himself as 'a confirmed bachelor' and while Harvey is an utterly inadequate 'hero', (he's virtually asexual), and Shelly Winters woefully miscast as Fraulien Landauer, (the part Marisa Berenson played in "Cabaret"), Julie Harris is a perfectly marvellous Sally, (it's a lovely piece of comic acting), and Anton Diffring is first-rate as Fritz, the German-Jew in love with Shelly's character. Of course, if "Cabaret" had never come along you might ask yourself would this ever have seen the light of day again. That it has been revived may not quite be cause for celebration but it's perfectly acceptable all the same.
14 out of 16 people found the following review useful:
A Julie Harris tour-de-force, 27 November 2003
Author:
jjodo32 from Cinnaminson, NJ, USA
In this film Julie Harris reprises her Tony award-winning performance as Sally Bowles bumming in 1920s Berlin. I loved Julie and envied Sally and her carefree ways, but I was young then. While the film may not be "important," it does tell us something about life and culture based upon Christopher Isherwood's evocation of fun-loving pre-Hitler Berlin. It's about a world and time long vanished & highly lamented by aging romantics such as I. So temper your critical faculties and just enjoy a stunning performance by Julie Harris who has won more Tony Awards (5) than any other actress.
15 out of 20 people found the following review useful:
British film based on the play, which was based on the book, which eventually became "Cabaret", 27 May 2001
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Author:
moonspinner55 from redlands, ca
Lots of history behind this story of Sally Bowles, party-girl in 1930s Berlin who befriends a stolid English gent amidst the Nazi uprising. Curious, rather indifferent drama isn't helped by Julie Harris as Bowles; Harris tries hard, but she's too intelligent a presence to be convincing as a flake and her big moments don't come off. Non-flashy adaptation of both Christopher Isherwood's "Berlin Stories" and John Van Druten's subsequent play, it is sure to interest fans of Bob Fosse's "Cabaret" as a great deal of the dialogue mirrors passages in "Cabaret" almost verbatim. Those who stumble upon it unawares will probably find the movie stilted and dull. It's little more than a footnote now in this chain of literature and cinematic events. ** from ****
8 out of 8 people found the following review useful:
Charming film treatment of Isherwood's "Goodbye to Berlin", 26 June 2002
Author:
pjsuther from Fullerton CA
In Isherwood's preface to his "Berlin Stories" he talks about meeting
Julie
Harris backstage during "Camera's" Broadway run, and seeing her as the
quintessential Sally Bowles. Maybe he was being gracious, but we couldn't
have agreed more. Filled with witty dialogue, this film moved at a brisk
pace, and yet when it was over, we felt as if we had seen an in depth
slice
of the demimonde life in pre-war Berlin. Harris was simply fascinating -
what a beautiful smile! Highly recommended (if you can find it) for those
who find this time and place irresistible.
Nice details too, including quick shots of Berlin "boot-girls" (dominatrix
ladies of the night) and the El Dorado, one of the city's most colorful
transvestite bars (even the murals inside are spot on!)
7 out of 7 people found the following review useful:
Spellbound by Julie Harris, Charmed off Our Feet, 19 August 2008
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Author:
robert-temple-1 from United Kingdom
I have just seen this delightful classic again after many years, the next to last film directed by Henry Cornelius, who died three years later at the age of only 45 (the same age at which the film's male star Larry Harvey was also to die in 1973). Three future directors were in the crew: Jack Clayton (Associate Producer), Guy Green (cinematographer), and Clive Donner (editor). This film is based upon the autobiographical story 'Goodbye to Berlin' by the well-known British author Christopher Isherwood, which was first turned into a play by John van Druten, then made into this film, then turned into a musical, 'Cabaret', and finally filmed as 'Cabaret', which brought the amazing Liza Minelli to world attention, with her voice which can shatter a glass at the distance of a mile. Isherwood appears as a character in the film under his own name. He was gay, but in those days that was illegal and could land him in prison, so he disguises his proclivities under the description of being what he calls 'a confirmed bachelor'. This is the key to his Platonic relationship with the wildly eccentric, wacky, promiscuous, ever-cheerful and thoroughly unique character whom he calls Sally Bowles. The portrait of Sally Bowles in this film is a tour-de-force by the young Julie Harris, who sweeps every scene into a magical and captivating web of sparkling personal charm. What a vehicle for an actress with plenty of charm of her own! It is one of the great cinematic performances of the 1950s. Isherwood is played to perfection by the young Lawrence Harvey, in a finely-judged performance which never allows the comedy to go over the edge, and even the moments of farce bordering on slapstick remain somehow 'almost believable'. Larry is so funny at portraying a wimpish hypochondriac. What an irony, considering the total lack of hypochondria shown by his bravery and stoicism in the last year of his life as he died from terminal stomach cancer and behaved with such dignity and lack of complaint. I knew him well in the last three years or so, and he was a generous, warm, and modest person. He adored his little girl Domino, now alas also tragically dead.This film was his finest early performance, to be followed by his spectacular work in 'Room at the Top' (1959), 'Summer and Smoke' (1961) and 'The Manchurian Candidate' (1962). Larry was often undervalued in his lifetime because he was too handsome, was often cast as a cad, and glamour boys are not always accepted as good actors, but many of the finest actresses played opposite him, and they were in no doubt of his abilities, and he was a strong lead in many of the most important films of his time. If he had lived beyond middle age, he would have gone from strength to strength and become a 'grand old man' of the screen. Sitting in his house in Hampstead one day, he gave me a glass of his usual white wine from a huge barrel which he had brought from some foreign cellar. I said he always gave me such delicious wine, what was it? He proudly answered that it was a Sancerre which he had chosen himself at the vineyard in France and had shipped over specially. He then added with extreme wistfulness: 'You know, I've been waiting for four years for someone to comment on it and ask me what it is, and you are the first person who has ever done so.' What mattered to him was to be recognised for having taste in wine,and his more glamorous friends had denied him that satisfaction. In this film, Anton Diffring gives a touching early performance as an earnest young man (later he was to have to play Nazi officers far too much, poor fellow), and the young Shelley Winters plays a rich German Jewish girl, in her usual noisy but effective manner, but it was not too difficult, as she was a noisy Jewish girl herself anyway. This film has such an air of joie de vivre about it, that it is pure delight.
8 out of 9 people found the following review useful:
Julie Harris Shines, 11 August 2008
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Author:
drednm
This British film version of the stage play I AM A CAMERA is based on
Christopher Isherwood's "Berlin Stories." This is the source material
for the famous musical CABARET.
Julie Harris, a major stage actress of her day, reprises her 1951 Tony
Award winning role as Sally Bowles. She's a far cry from the Liza
Minnelli character but the basic "Sally" is all here despite the
various film codes that would have blocked this story from being filmed
in Hollywood. Harris is perhaps stagy but she's also quite good as the
madcap and maddening Sally. Her singing number is obviously dubbed (by
Marlene Dietrich no less) although Harris apparently sings for herself
in other moments.
Laurence Harvey (with the very ugly hair) plays Isherwood with zero
charm and can't even make the character interesting. Shelley Winters
does little with the role of Natalia (Marian Winters won a supporting
Tony for the play), and Anton Diffring is OK as Fritz. Ron Randell
plays the caddish Clive but seems a tad loud. Lee Seidl is funny as the
landlady.
Yet despite the overall staginess and cheap look, Harris takes center
stage and she is amazing. This film was released the same year as EAST
OF EDEN in which Harris gives a glowing performance as Abra. Comparing
the two performances gives a good look at the talent Miss Harris
possesses. These two characters couldn't be more unalike. Harris' Sally
preens and prances about and growls out a very lascivious laugh. She
also acts circles around the boring Harvey.
Without the music and with a familiar storyline, many viewers may find
little here to recommend this film, but it's a great chance to see the
great Julie Harris repeating what was probably a very shocking role in
1951.
3 out of 3 people found the following review useful:
The odd couple, 25 October 2010
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Author:
susannah-straughan-1 from United Kingdom
Sally Bowles, the glittering, swaggering, sexually adventurous
nightclub chanteuse at the centre of Cabaret is one of the most
memorable figures in 70s cinema. Liza Minnelli, who played her in Bob
Fosse's critically acclaimed 1972 musical, won an Oscar in the part
that seemed tailor-made for her from the black bowler hat to those
kinky boots.
It may be hard to believe now, but in the mid-50s, Julie Harris was
Sally Bowles. She played her on stage in John Van Druten's play I Am a
Camera winning a Tony award and reprised the role in Henry
Cornelius's 1955 film. Both works were based on Christopher Isherwood's
The Berlin Stories, but their portrayals of Berlin in the early 30s
could scarcely be more different. To appreciate Harris's take on Sally
you really have to banish memories of the Kit Kat Club, Joel Grey's
louche MC and those fabulous songs.
"The more worthless the book the more they need noise and alcohol to
launch it." Middle-aged writer Christopher Isherwood (Laurence Harvey)
begins this semi-autobiographical tale of his youthful adventures in
pre-Second World War Germany with the discovery that sex sells. The
irrepressible Sally Bowles has turned author, with the provocatively
entitled The Lady Goes on Hoping. Some things never change.
After this Bloomsbury-set opening sequence, I Am a Camera flashes back
to Berlin on New Year's Eve 1931. Isherwood, narrates the story of his
life as a struggling author, living in a boarding house run by the
long-suffering Fräulein Schneider. So far, it seems that his one moment
of inspiration has been to come up with that title: "I am a camera,
with its shutter open, just watching it, quite detached." Isherwood's
professional detachment is tested when he accompanies his friend Fritz
(Anton Diffring) to a club, where Sally is performing. In what we soon
learn is a familiar pattern, she is soon left high a dry by her latest
beau. Feeling sorry for this "naive" girl, our hero gallantly offers
her a room for the night, though the platonic terms of their
relationship are made clear from the outset.
It's not long before the totally out-of-his depth novelist realises
that his new friend's modus operandi is to shock people. Asked why she
wears green nail polish, Sally cheerfully explains "To attract men!" As
their life together descends into penury and bickering, he alternates
between fascination at Sally's lack of morals and self-pity at his
inability to make progress with his work.
Harvey went on to play the social-climbing Joe Lampton in Room at the
Top and the brainwashed assassin Raymond Shaw in The Manchurian
Candidate. I find him more convincing as an embittered cynic than as a
suave leading man, so he's well-suited to the role of the permanently
exasperated Isherwood. When his one clumsy attempt to seduce Sally is
repelled, his sardonic response is to ask "A puritan all of a sudden,
or just where I'm concerned?" With her throaty laugh, theatrical
mannerisms and fine comedic timing, Harris's Sally is an enthralling
and infuriating companion. In the film's most enjoyable sequences, she
drags the hard-up Isherwood into a bar, where she downs a succession of
champagne cocktails. The arrival of filthy rich American Clive (Ron
Randell) leads to a wild party complete with a hydro-therapist played
by Patrick McGoohan.
Of course the sexual dynamics would have looked very different if this
film hadn't been made in the mid-50s. There's no hint here that the
writer might be gay, or even bisexual as Michael York's Brian is in
Cabaret. Instead, the would-be novelist is just celibate, waspish and
openly disapproving of Sally's promiscuity. In the film of Isherwood's
later novel, A Single Man, George (Colin Firth) and his best friend
Charley (Julianne Moore) have once been on intimate terms, but she
reluctantly has to accept his homosexuality.
John Collier's screenplay is at its sharpest and most assured in the
scenes of domestic cut and thrust between the flat-mates. But attempts
to bring the social and political unrest of pre-war Berlin into the mix
are less successful. Though Berlin was on the cusp of seismic events
you get little sense here of the growing unease on the streets, while
the nightclub scenes are more dreary than decadent. There is an awkward
romantic subplot involving Fritz and the wealthy Natalia (a miscast
Shelley Winters) that tries to address the dilemma facing Jewish
citizens. Isherwood makes a belated attempt to reclaim his independence
by brawling with some Nazis in the street, and rebukes Fräulein
Schneider for an anti-Semitic remark.
Cornelius, who directed only five films, had to work within the
censorship restrictions of the time. This movie may have been an
X-certificate in its day, but the Sally of 1955 doesn't get to be as
wanton or show as much leg as the Sally of Cabaret. As a portrait
of the artist as a young man, I Am a Camera is funny and charming and
the two leads have good chemistry. But if you want to know why money
still makes the world go round, the Kit Kat Club is the place to go.
9 out of 15 people found the following review useful:
Amazing how an Obsessive Compulsion can Broaden your Horizons!!, 29 December 2005
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Author:
Moor-Larkin from United Kingdom
I only watched this film because I was determined to spot Patrick
McGoohan in an early film role. I watched Laurence Harvey as the
aimless, charming character he plays, thinking of his breakthrough role
as the surly grasping man at the top. Good old Anton Diffring flashing
his gnashers in all their gap-toothed glory. Shelley Winters as an
innocent rather than a Vamp. It was all jolly good stuff. I kept
wondering where I'd seen the Sally Bowles character before.
My McGoohan moment came and went, he went through a gamut of emotion,
exercising his foreign accent in his entrance, quite keen, then looking
thoroughly bemused as his part became slapstick, not to say fed up by
the last you saw of him. I almost packed the film up at that point, but
decided I might as well see the end. It had become a little surreal by
then so I was curious to see how they would wrap it up.
In what I would guess would have been the theatrical Third Act, it all
became clear. The affable nonsense of the earlier scenes was all thrown
into focus by the stark, grim realisation that evil was about to take
over the world. The characters each found their own ways to escape or
avoid it and I was pleased for all of them. It was in these final
scenes that it suddenly dawned on me who Sally Bowles was. She was the
timid, tragic victim in one of my favourite ever films: 'The Haunting'.
The actress I was always confusing in my mind with Deborah Kerr, as a
fragile feminine beauty.
Some readers may now be remarking 'What a dork! It says Julie Harris on
the cover!' But I didn't remember this person as Julie Harris. The name
meant nothing. I remembered her as poor Eleanor and Eleanor has haunted
me for years. I prefer to believe that, rather than me being an
unobservant dork, it is a tribute to the talent of Ms Harris that for
most of this movie I simply didn't recognise her.
Anyhow, the point is that, but for my compulsion to watch a movie just
to see an early bit-part of one favourite, I would never have seen a
starring role of another. I find a certain peace in the discovery.
3 out of 7 people found the following review useful:
Charming Fluff, 6 August 2003
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Author:
alvin from San Francisco, CA
Turning Isherwood's somewhat dark and utterly brilliant novel into light comedic romp could easily have been a recipe for disaster, but somewhow it wasn't . The story moves at a zanily rapid pace and the black and white imagery is gorgeous, as are Harvey and Harris as they ham their way through a wacky Weimar Berlin. Fun!
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