I'm free, I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free, I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me
Written in 1968, The Who’s Tommy was one of the first concept albums and, come
1975, maverick director Ken Russell took charge of turning Pete Townsend’s
lyrics into a feature film. The result is a mixed bag so packed full of impact
and ideas that its irresistible if occasionally irritating and, ultimately, a
little inspiring.
For me Tommy is one of those double LPs that could
easily make a decent single album and Quadrophenia is much more
rewarding and thought through as a concept – as is Townsend’s complex and partly-abandoned Lifehouse
project which formed the basis of their best album, Who’s Next and which
has since been “completed” as a radio play. Tommy broke the mold yet has some ill-conceived episodes
involving torture and abuse – sexual and pharmaceutical – which pad out the young hero’s
“amazing journey” to becoming a pinball wizard and guru, and, some great riffs
aside it feels under-powered overall.
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The Acid Queen: Tina Turner |
Six songs were added to the film score to reinforce the
narrative and a host of guest singers including Jack Nicholson as The
Specialist, Tina Turner as The Acid Queen, Paul Nicholas as Cousin Kevin and
Elton John as The Pinball Wizard. It’s over-the-top in a way only Ken can
manage and, as with many of his films, leaves itself behind on a number of
occasions whilst still containing some moments of real impact.
Ann-Margret is astonishing and easily the most valuable
player on screen, winning an Academy Award nomination as well as a Golden Globe
for an extraordinary performance that has her stretch both sinew and vocal-chords
as Tommy’s conflicted mother. This is a character far beyond anything you could
pick from the original double LP and you can only guess how much of herself she
put into her improvisations whether rolling around in baked beans (a nod to the
cover of The Who Sell Out?) or howling her anguish at her damaged son.
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Oh, not the beans Ken! Ann-Margret |
Oliver Reed plays her good-for-little second husband,
Frank who kills her first, Captain Walker (Robert Powell) … on his surprise return from
the War in which he has been MIA presumed dead. This is the first time I start to see similarities with Pink Floyd’s The
Wall as songwriter Roger Water’s father died at the Battle of Anzio and this formed
the basis for his over-reaching double album’s worth of alienation later filmed by Alan
Parker – he and the director argued ferociously and I wonder how Townsend got
on with Russell?
Tommy sees his father’s murder and shuts down his eyes,
ears and hearing: he cannot bear reality after what he has seen (Water’s
character takes over two side to do the same). Twenty years later he has grown
into Roger Daltry who’s vocal range is not matched by his acting although he’s
a very strong swimmer. He’s also great at running through surf singing the
above-quoted couplet.
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Elton dresses down for the occassion... |
His parents attempt to find a cure through Eric Clapton’s
Marilyn Monroe-based faith – literally a cult of a celebrity - before Tommy is tortured by Tina Turner,
knocked about by Paul Nicholas (how could you!) and fiddled with by Keith Moon
as evil Uncle Ernie – Moon’s actually quite good on camera in a disturbing way.
Tommy finds his way to pinball glory and bests Elton John’s Pinball King in the
film’s most famous sequence. Then a specialist - classy Jack - offers a cure
for his mental block whilst flirting with Tommy’s mother… she’s just a girl who
can’t say no.
It all feels careless even when it’s powerful but it is
an amazing journey with some spectacular sequences especially when alongside
Townsend’s best songs. Standing highest is We’re Not Going to Take it and Listening
to You which leads our hero towards sunrise on the Lakeland peak on which he
was conceived by his parents in a more innocent time. You can see Catbells on
the background making this somewhere over Derwent Water not far from Keswick.
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Roger Daltry in the Lakes |
The restoration is crystal clear and Tommy goes to show
how vibrant and varied musicals can be; don’t miss it if you are a fan of any or
all its wild and conflicting parts… there’s nothing quite like it.
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With the band, Pete Townsend, Ann-Margret and Keith Moon (Photo Joe Gaffney) |
I've been wanting to rewatch this one since seeing Rocketman earlier this year. I watched this when I was a teenager - I remember thinking it was ridiculous (mostly in a good way) and uneven, which sounds pretty much like your verdict! Ah, Ken Russell. Master of excess.
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