Showing posts with label Peter Sellers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Sellers. Show all posts

Sunday, 6 September 2020

The 3D comic… After the Fox (1966), BFI Blu-ray coming soon!


“Because I’m a small crook I have to go to prison, it’s only the big crooks that stay free…”

 

There is an enduring fascination with the notion of Peter Sellers being an empty vessel who was only inhabited by the roles he played and the suspicion that this even extended to his private life. No doubt he was highly adept at mimicry and took this to the screen with such convincing “method” that you could barely see the “real me” at all. As Vic Pratt says in his excellent video essay accompanying this new release, this was a myth Sellers was happy to promote, telling The Daily Mail in 1960 that “I haven't a personality. I sometimes wonder whether I really exist at all.”

 

In After the Fox, Sellers plays, Aldo Vanucci, aka The Fox, an Italian criminal who is a master of disguise OR… is he Peter Sellers, playing Peter Sellers as an Italian master of disguise? It’s hard to tell but there’s a likability and knowing good humour about each sub-role, from Aldo playing a priest angry at his sister’s becoming an actor, or as the doctor who, get this, impersonates himself to escape prison (maybe). Pride of place has to go to Aldo’s impersonation of Federico Fabrizi, a film director using the pretence of making a film to smuggle stolen gold into Italy.

 

There’s so many layers in Neil Simon’s onion of a plot and so many knowing pot shots at Italian cinema from the deliberate “FF” to lines like “What’s neorealism?”, “No money…” which is pretty funny when you consider this film’s director, Vittorio De Sica famously directed Bicycle Thieves. Michel Antonioni is also high up on the list of targets with this FF making a film up on the spot and deciding that his two leads sitting and doing nothing would make a statement on our inability to communicate in modern society… “Lights, camera and no action!” indeed.


Victor Mature and Britt Ekland make a statement 

There’s also a scene when Victor Mature’s fading Hollywood leading man, Tony Powell, arrives to a mob reception in Rome, which reminiscent of Antonioni’s movie star in L’Avventura and probably makes the same point: the public aren’t interested in the who just the what. Mature came out of retirement to make his first film in four years and he’s excellent value for money; perhaps he fancied a laugh and an all-expenses trip to Europe, but his screen presence and willingness to send himself up is in full-blooded contrast to Sellers’ artifice. Same ends, different means.

 

Of course, Sellers is also playing Sellers as the brother of his sister who is his wife… with Britt Ekland staring in her first film as Gina Vanucci  who becomes Gina Romantica when The Fox decides on his plan to film his crime and hide his crime as a film. Aldo is getting tired of the criminal life and wants to look after his mother and sister, “I want to steal enough to go straight!”, another zinger from Simon that still holds true to this day.

 

The gold was stolen in Egypt by master criminal Okra (Akim Tamiroff) who uses his sister (Maria Grazia Buccella) to strip down to a bikini in order to distract the armoured car drivers, who veer off straight into the back of lorry. My daughter rolled her eyes but Okra’s sister is further reduced by merely being his spokeswoman and she mouths his words in the restaurant in which Aldo is briefed.

 

Years before Sara Cooper, Maria Grazia Buccella was an evil man's mouthpiece


She later says to Aldo that Okra “…doesn’t allow me to talk to anyone, I haven’t used a telephone in six years…” which is more of a punchline than a proto-feminist comment. Never-the-less, she has beautiful eyes and plays her part in adding emotional depth as well as humour especially in a world in which, as Aldo says only the big crooks, like her brother and no doubt many film producers, stay free. Simon’s script is most certainly not without intent.


Aldo and his gang of three stooges, Polio (Paolo Stoppa), Siepi (Tino Buazzelli) and Carlo (Mac Ronay) steal filming equipment from Vittorio De Sica (as himself) and he then transforms into Federico Fabrizi in order to persuade Tony Powell to accept the leading “role”, in spite of the objections of his agent Harry Granoff (the ever excellent Martin Balsam) who was looking for an actual script and contract.

 

Crew and cast, now completed by the newly christened Miss Romantica, head off to the seaside village of Sevalio, actually  Sant' Angelo on Ischia in the Bay of Naples, for the film’s impressive set pieces as hundreds of villagers act as extras in action Fabrizi makes up on the hoof. Here there is little sign of any of the reported tensions between Sellers and De Sica, as the latter marshals his extras well to energise the dénouement.

 

De Sica makes like DeMille


The film had a mixed reception on release and Simon for one was critical of how his script turned out but it is well made and still very funny, good performances all round and impressive comedy chops from Ekland as well as Mature. But it’s Sellers’ film and for a man who wasn’t really there, he always manages to convince us enough to care and to believe in Aldo’s misguided by sincere code of honour.

 

The film is bookended by a groovy Bacharach and David theme song which, melodically powerful as it is, also as Vic Pratt says, sums up the unsettling aspects of Sellers’ persona, The Hollies in close harmony asking Sellers in character “who is me”, to which he answers, I am a thief, I am the Fox… and so much more, obscurely.

 

Pratt quotes The Daily Herald review of The Battle of the Sexes (also on BFI Blu-ray!) describing Sellers as “… the first 3D comic, his rivals are all cardboard cut-outs, if you round the back of them, you’d find nothing.”  In this film we can Sellers disappear into character just as he would do all the way through to Chance the Gardner; as the most soulful of mimics, he could walk on water.




In addition to Vic’s essay, Peter Sellers: Master of Disguise  (2020, 14 mins), there’s also a nifty interview with Britt Ekland, After the Fox: A Socially Distanced Interview (2020, 15 mins) which contains much good-humoured insight and positivity as she looks forward to returning to the London stage.

 

There’s an East German newsreel, DDR Magazin Nummer 11 (1962, 12 mins) with director Vittorio De Sica paying a visit to Berlin and The Man With the Velvet Voice: Maurice Denham (1961 + 1975, 72 mins) featuring the mellow tones Mr Denham in two rarities from the BFI National Archive: the CFF classic The Last Rhino and BTF film Go As You Please… in Britain

 

And there is a lovely Victorian silent snippet, Robbery (1897, 1 min), possibly the earliest heist comedy? And, you better order your copy quick as, for the Illustrated booklet with new writing by Vic Pratt, Dr. Deborah Allison and Howard Hughes, notes on the extras and full credits, is only available with the first pressing.

 

After the Fox is released on 21st September and you can pre-order now on the BFI website; you will not regret it!

 



Sunday, 19 April 2020

A question of balance… The Battle of the Sexes (1959), BFI Dual Format. Out now!


This new BFI issue looks pin-perfect and its spirit of Scottish subversion survives the modest modern approbation its central conceit inevitably brings. Yes, there are some difficult concepts at play here as ballsy American businesswoman Angela Barrows (Constance Cummings) attempts to steamroll a male, grey and stale family tweed makers in Edinburgh, but there’s wit enough to make sure that the joke’s on both sides and that it’s not just about “sex” but modernisation. Mrs Barrows may well be a corporate psychopath but her business sense is up against dinosaurs who source their thread from crofter’s cottages in the Hebrides… she wants to replace them with a factory and artificial fabric! Och, the very thought is enough to drive any Scotsman to seek solace in the nearest bottle of single malt…

Directed by Charles Crichton with a screenplay by Monja Danischewsky – who helped produce Whisky Galore! (1949) - from a short story by James Thurber (The Catbird Seat), it’s another film in which Peter Sellers simply disappears into character. In this case he is Mr Martin, Head Accountant of McPherson & Co. – who like Harris Tweed, follow very traditional practice. Sellers was only 34 at the time but you can only see a middle-aged man of gentle but determined demeanour, a withdrawn Edinburgh accent and powdery grey hair.

Peter Sellers
If you want any file from the seeming chaos of the company’s finance office, he’ll find it for you but it may take a little time. The room is populated by men just like Martin who slave over hand-written tasks amid piles of paper and the smoky shadows of Victorian business practice. There is only one woman there, Jeannie MacDougall (Patricia Hayes), who provides tea and biscuits for the antiquated accountants with begrudging regularity.

It’s an ocean away from the modern American corporation we see Angela in at the start of the film, flash suits, mad-men offices and a look of fear in the eyes of her male co-workers. She is persuaded to take some time off in Scotland and is to be accompanied by brow-beaten Irwin Hoffman (Donald Pleasence) who manages to give her the slip in London as she boards the train to Edinburgh. This is arguably the most grating part of the film; the idea that her “female” obsession with efficiency and work rate is in someway undermining for Hoffman and the rest who would otherwise get on perfectly well in their lazy routines.

Constance Cummings hold the Board Room
Business may be good but, Angela says to McPherson’s top salesman, if the tweed sells itself, why does the company need a salesman? There’s no doubt that the company could do better and yet that’s also a threat to timid firms the country over and this is almost as universal a conundrum as the gender conflict.

Old MacPherson has recently passed away and his nephew, Robert (Robert Morley) lacks the experience and is most certainly not aligned with the corporate values of his Uncle’s firm. Meeting Angela on the train, he decides she is the one to bring the business into the Twentieth Century and, being of naive and English (always a winning combination…) doesn’t grasp that she will bring too much twist to the cosy comforts of the world of tweed.

There’s much delight to be had in seeing the culture clash and the alarm of the greying character actors as Angela begins to work her way – getting them to change their filing systems from one held together by memory to one based on dates, alphabet and order. She buys them calculating machines, replacing the fountain pens that in the quiet office before, Mr Martin could tell if a nib needed replacing by the scratching made on parchments as the men leaned into their patient transitions.

Everything in its place...
Mr Martin takes Angela to the islands to see the “factory” that produces the yarn and once she realises that it is dozens of “mum and dad” crofters in cottages across Harris/Lewes then she decides that it would be much more efficient to build a single factory and then to use man-made fabrics – nylon!

Things have gone too far and Martin strikes back, at first in gentle ways, re-routing MacPherson’s new “squawk box” so that he can’t find where his staff are and then ordering too many clocks – following Angela’s instructions in the wrongest way possible. He almost starts to win, but his upset only causes Robert to fall a little further in supportive love. As the situation shifts once more in the favour of new working practice and “female” efficiency, Martin decides there’s only one way out and, after taking notes from watching a detective murder mystery film, sets about planning the perfect murder…


All’s fair in love and war but you’ll have to see it for yourself to see how the story resolves itself. Whatever happens it’s clear that Martin is fighting a mere battle in an eternal “war” and with Crichton’s assured hand on the tiller we are steered through a gentile romp that still gets laughs through gentle offending everyone.

Morley is brilliant as you’d expect and Cummings gives as good as she gets but it’s Sellers who catches the eye adding subtlety to what even the shallowest of depths.

Battle of the Sexes is out on Monday 20th April and comes with a handsome booklet stuffed with essays and information as well as excellent extras. Another film I’d not seen from this period and one much in favour in this era of the Talking Pictures revolution and the BFI’s ongoing digital redistribution of films before our time.

Extras on the disc:

Hancock’s Hard Boiled Eggs: Sellers’ contemporary, the Lad from East Cheam himself, Tony Hancock, appears with The Battle of the Sexes’ Patricia Hayes in this cracking collection of 11 egg-cellent Egg Marketing Board adverts from 1966
A Ghost of a Chance (1968, 50 mins): bonus feature-length fun for all the family as Sellers’ chum Graham Stark stars with Ronnie Barker, Patricia Hayes, Jimmy Edwards, Bernard Cribbins and Terry Scott in a corking Children’s Film Foundation comedy
Images of Edinburgh in Archive Film: an atmospheric selection of rarely-seen short films capturing Scotland’s capital in the first half of the 20th century, from the vaults of the BFI National Archive
Woolly Wonders: evocative 1940s archive films of traditional Scottish clothmaking, shot in colour by the great Jack Cardiff

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Plus 30 page booklet including an essay by Vic Pratt,  The Complete Man: Peter Sellers and the Battle of the Sexes along with biographies on the main players from Kieron McCormack.