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Now that the campy ITV Marple series is well into its stride it is time
to reflect on whether the BBC Miss Marple programmes were as good as we
thought. Judged by this outing there is no contest.
Alan Plater's witty script, while faithful to Christie's convoluted plotting, adds colour and shading to the proceedings and clips along at a nice pace. The actors certainly rise to the occasion; Joan Hickson is on top form, her interpretation of an inquisitive old lady from a 1950s country village is totally believable; Renee Asherson's character is rather irritating and the actress reflects this in her performance; Ursula Howells is quite brilliant, making a complex personality convincing; and there is good support from Samantha Bond, Joan Sims, Ralph Michael and a somewhat underused Sylvia Syms.
Unconvincing portmanteau comedy. Sim & Rutherford once again spin gold out of garbage, while the rest of the cast, notably Jimmy Edwards & Ronald Shiner, are defeated by a badly written screenplay. The Scotsman section, with James Copeland, is a good example of a poor performance meeting an inadequate script to produce unmistakable rubbish. Watching these innocents is not bliss!
This film must have seemed a breakthrough in realism in its time, but over
fifty years later it has become quaint. It points to a police force that is
kindly and compassionate, but more knowledgeable modern audiences may
challenge that position. It is certainly a cosy view of the world, with the
constables rehearsing their male voice choir in between shifts, and a
sympathetic Jack Warner - the bobby on the beat - handing out sage advice to
the public at large. Thankfully Dirk Bogarde is on hand to shatter this
urban paradise, with an edgy performance as a young criminal.
This is the sort of film that becomes propaganda for the good old days which actually never did exist.
Miss Marple rounds up the usual suspects, allowing a lot of aged actors to come out of semi-retirement. However, it's mostly acting by numbers, although Margaret Tyzack does manage to conjure up the spirit of the post-war era in which the story is set, by making a meagre role go a long way.
Wild Gainsborough melodrama adapted from the purple pen of Lady Eleanor Smith with marvellous camp performances from Dennis Price and Robert Helpmann. There is also an athletic performance from Stewart Granger, while Anne Crawford follows in the distinguished footsteps of Phyllis Calvert & Patricia Roc by offering us the blandest of leading ladies. Jean Kent, however, is on hand as a spirited travelling woman. Kent can't sing and she can't dance, but she certainly is a lot of fun, even if she does lay on the sex appeal with a trowel. Almost sixty years on it is easy to see why this series of melodramas were so popular. If you can leave your critical faculties to one side, this is one to enjoy.
Awful sex comedies like this were home to a great many character actors before the soaps' domination of UK television offered them a better alternative. However, Arnold Ridley was old enough to know better. He surely must have amassed enough royalties from his play "The Ghost Train", and had enough exposure from his continuing role in BBC TV's "Dad's Army", to be able to turn down a cough and a spit role as a usher in a porno cinema. Julie Ege does add some class, easily outshining the other women in the cast, which sadly includes Diana Dors giving one of the worst performances of her career. Lead actor Brendan Price does his best, but he's defeated by the script and the direction, both in the incapable hands of of 'b' actor Darren Nesbit. It is a film with nothing to recommend it, even the sex is a turn-off.
A rather stupid plot and uninteresting leads are not helped by pedestrian direction and an uninspired script. The supporting cast is underused, and no amount of sun, sea and Spanish bulls can turn this film into worthwhile entertainment. Laurence Harvey continues to prove that acting is not a skill he acquired; Alan Bates is altogether too convincing as a dull insurance man who decides to better himself by going into paint; and lovely Lee Remick just looks pretty as her chances of being The Next Best Thing finally slips away from her.
The late Hepburn and Hope were an odd coupling, but they did manage to
generate a certain amount of chemistry.
Hepburn's interpretation of a Russian aviatrix is nothing more than a caricature, and the script presents a view of Russia and its people in line with the anti-Soviet sentiments of the McCarthy fifties. However, Kate does look great in her military uniform, and she is also woman enough to make you believe that Hope would fall for her. There was always something about the way Hepburn looked at a man that led you to believe he was in for a truly joyous experience.
This isn't a great film, but it passes the time.
An agreeably told story of the domestic upheavals on the home front during the second world war. The cast is a good one: Stewart Granger, as the war dodging Romeo who makes a play for a neglected soldier's wife (Joy Shelton); Alastair Sim as the local g.p. on hand to offer his sage advice; George Carney as the lodger, trying to dodge the warring females in the household and happiest when he's with his pigeons; Beatrice Varley as the worried mother trying desperately to make ends meet and do right by her family; Alison Leggatt as the interfering sister-in-law and Vera Francis as the nosey sister. John Mills and Shelton hold the piece together as Mr and Mrs Ordinary Man and Woman, and there is a nice comic turn from Wylie Watson as a Tattooist. Best of all we have Jean Kent, wisecracking her way through the war as Toni, the discarded girlfriend of Granger, who's done very nicely thank you, having been set up in her own hairdressing business.
Arthur Askey's great skill as a comic was in the way he communicated with
his public. His juvenile jokes, silly songs and daft dances went down well
because he was able to engage folk and draw them into his off the wall
world. A lack of a live audience was a distinct disadvantage to him, and he
was never completely comfortable in films. He has his moments in The Ghost
Train, and his character, Tommy Gander, has been tailored to make the most
of his talents, but Askey the performer needed to be seen to be
Askey's support in the film is not strong, it includes regular co-star Richard Murdoch; Betty Jardine and Stuart Latham as a dopey honeymoon couple; Linden Travers going over the top as a 'mad woman'. Also on board are Peter Murray-Hill, who off-screen married Phyllis Calvert, as the nominal leading man, giving a totally bland reading of the part, and leading lady Carol Lynne, who turns in an equally insipid performance. It is left to character actress Kathleen Harrison to effortlessly steal the film as a parrot loving single woman who gets smashed on Dr Morland Graham's brandy.
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