Showing posts with label Ian Hunter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ian Hunter. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 December 2023

Myth makers? The Battle of the River Plate (1956), BFI, Cinema Unbound

Ian Hunter and Anthony Quinn


Why do British filmmakers revert so often to the War for inspiration, ten years after its end, and what need in their audience do these films, probably the most consistently popular output of British studios, satisfy?

John Gilbert, Sight and Sound, winter ’56-‘57

 

Well, Mr Gilbert, they were still making war films ten years later when I was a boy, and we grew up reading The Victor Book for Boys and Commando stories, watching Dad’s Army well into the 1970s, before recent politics began quoting the greatest generation as proof of our national heritage. Now certain sections do indeed, as the writer also suggested, look back on the war, “almost nostalgically” as a time when allegiances were clean-cut, “unsullied by the doubts… of an uneasy peace.”

 

Back in 1956, the grief and exhaustion were first hand and a marking one of the war’s remarkable incidents was something audiences were understandably interested in no matter how much some cineastes wanted more forward thinking. Pressburger and Powell undertook this task with due diligence and a documentary approach and they were following in a tradition established after The Great War with “re-enactments” such as The Battles of Coronel and Falkland Islands (1927). Powell even wrote a novel, The Last Voyage of the Graf Spee hoping that future generations would “absorb it into their experience.”

 

For The Archers perhaps, war films were there not as a celebration but a reminder of sacrifice and human decency at the heart of disaster. Pressburger had been displaced by Nazism in the early thirties and the conflict was personal in different ways for them both. As with Germans from Conrad Anton Walbrook’s Schuldorff in Blimp, Peter Finch’s Captain Langsdorff is credited with decency and bravery. The actual character didn’t sink merchant vessels until the crews were evacuated and he shows respect to the captains of those vessels. At the start of the film, we see him extending hospitality to Captain Dove (an excellent Bernard Lee) who’s ship he has just sunk; the men behave with professional dignity even though Dove thinks his ship was in neutral waters.


Peter Finch and Bernard Lee

At the end, Dove is there to commiserate with Langsdorff, a decent gesture and important to show as Europe triad to mend bridges but Pressburger always knew there were good people in Germany even during the height of the conflict. Pressburger had been given a copy of Captain Patrick Dove's book I Was Graf Spee's Prisoner (1940) which helped inform his treatment of the two men and to show the group of captured captains at the heart of the battle.

 

The pocket battleship had been sent to the southern hemisphere before the start of the war with the knowledge that Britain, despite its vastly superior navy, relied on importing food and supplies in a way Germany didn’t. Shortly after hostilities began, she started sinking supply ships a cross an area from the Indian Ocean to the South Atlantic and by changing her livery she was able to hide her identity and location, being re-fuelled by a supply ship only she would know would be in a certain quadrant on a certain date. The British sent out hunting parties to try and intercept the enemy but the sea is vast and the sinkings continue.

 

Christopher Challis is on hand again to give us some stirring shots of the ships at sea against the giant sky and there’s one especially breath-taking sequence when fuel and passengers are transferred from a supply ship to the Graf Spee as both steam along through the waves.

 



The Graf Spee is “played” by the US Navy’s heavy cruiser, Salem whilst the four British ships feature two of the original vessels, the Leander-Class light cruiser, the Birkenhead built HMNZS Achilles (by this stage assigned to the Indian Navy as INS Delhi) and the County Class heavy cruiser HMS Cumberland which missed the battle but was there for the finale. The York class heavy cruiser, HMS Exeter is portrayed by HMS Jamaica and a second Leander-Class cruiser, HMS Ajax by HMS Sheffield. The action is shot in the Mediterranean and Powell does a superb job of presenting the battle although a lot depends on the actors’ responses from the various bridges.

 

Both sides play a full-scale game of Battleships in which the stakes couldn’t be higher with one merchant naval ship able to give details of the type of ship and location before being sunk. The Commander of the British squadron, Commodore (later Rear-Admiral) Henry Harwood (Anthony Quayle) works out that the battleship’s most likely course of action will be to head towards Buenos Ares for refitting. There are tense moments when, in the early hours of the day when she’d arrive based on her cruising speed of some twenty-eight knots – only a few British ships were as fast – with the crew of all three ships nervously scanning the horizon for signs of smoke.

 

Once seen the three ships immediately rush to engage following Harwood’s plan to minimise the Spee’s advantages of firepower. Achilles and Ajax attack from one side whilst Exeter attacks another, splitting the German’s fire but all sustaining severe damage. The film is so very procedural and there are many shots of reacting sailors willing the shots to miss and hoping for direct hits. The actual engagement lasted for around an hour and here is following in real time for the initial encounter before presenting some 20 minutes of action. By this time sixty-five shells had hit the battleship and Exeter had been so badly mauled she had to limp off to the Falklands – she would survive to fight another day. The Graf Spee needed repairs herself and headed off to Montevideo with the two other ships in pursuit.

 



Anchored in neutral waters the battleship is only allowed to make repairs to her superstructure and not weaponry and a diplomatic game of big cat and three mice, after the Cumberland arrives. Could the three take on the battleship or will she manage to wait it out… Powell and Pressburger use an opportunist American journalist (Lionel Murton) as a means of commentating on events and there’s a cast of thousands on the harbour watching events unfold.

 

The film was criticised in some quarters for its length but it still grips on the big screen especially on the 35mm print we saw… It’s my age but the crackle and pop of analogue media roots me in a cinematic mode I’ve known since childhood from the Abbey Cinema in Liverpool to the Odeon, Astra and many more. Cinematic ships of the night if we’re going to be nautical.

 

The performers give their finest in terms of martial resolution and a number had served in the navy during the war such as Scouser John Gregson who plays Captain Frederick "Hookie" Bell of HMS Exeter and Jack Gwillim playing Captain Edward Parry, HMS Achilles served 20 years in the Royal Navy, rising to the rank of Commander. Peter Finch, who served in the Australian Army during the war is also so good as Captain Hans Langsdorff who earns so much respect, perhaps the rope hanging from the yardarm when Captain Dove comes to give him his best wishes, is a tip of the hat to his fate three days later when he committed suicide?


Lionel Murton broadcasting on all channels as Christopher Lee sulks

Brian Easdale’s score is suitably stirring; he never puts a wrong note, does he? On the technical side, and so important given the film’s realism, the props team does especially well in recreating the end of the Graf Spee with a 23-foot-long model of Salem in a six-foot deep tank at Pinewood Studios being convincing enough to show the damage done in battle and the final end.

 

They also serve who only stand and paste, clearly.


There are some excellent shots of the model in the studio on the superb Reel Streets site, which is simply on of the best film resources on this internet.


No, not giants but a scale model...






Sunday, 24 September 2017

Can’t buy you love… Not for Sale (1924) with John Sweeney, BFI



“You taught him nothing and now you’ve left him with nothing.”

“Charming” is not to damn this British comedy with faint praise but to accurately reflect its infectious good humour and sense of fun. It is fascinating to see more homegrown silent films on screen and to watch a discrete re-write of history as more are revealed as not only competent but skilled and very enjoyable.

This film was being presented as part of the BFI’s attempts to foreground the contributions of women in silent British cinema, in this case script-writer Lydia Hayward who based her script on the novel by Monica Ewer. Hayward is gaining increased regard as Bryony Dixon and Tony Fletcher’s accompanying notes make clear and her work here sets out a rich range of characters and very British situations.

Ian Hunter plays Martin Dering the son of the Earl of Rathbury (Edward O'Neill) who is being constantly let down by his son for various reasons.

Ian Hunter in The Ring
Martin is half-heartedly engaged to Virginia Strangeways (Phyllis Lytton) who is, along with her nair-do-well brother Bertie (Lionelle Howard), the people he trusts most in the world as they are tied to him through loyalty to his money. The film is wonderfully clear on this point and Martin is very relaxed on the subject: a very good turn from Ian Hunter whose character is essentially decent as he goes on a downwardly mobile path in the world beyond his trust fund.

Martin loans Bertie his £3,000 quarterly allowance for some madcap scheme and, of course, doesn’t get it back… Don’t worry, says Martin, there’s plenty more where that came from… only this time there isn’t as he’s cut off by Daddy and left with only a fiver a week on the condition that he finds a job.


He chances upon a guest house in Bloomsbury Square run by Annie Armstrong (Mary Odette) with the aid of a relative or two, including her cheeky brother John (a barnstorming performance from young Mickey Brantford). Their father has passed away leaving them his paintings as well as the house but they struggle to make ends meet even with the aid of the lodgers John hates.

Martin quickly impresses John with his debut at the dinner table, rebuffing the attentions of the other three guests – played by the kinds of character actors you can only find in the UK… and enlists him into his anti-lodger society. There’s a secret sign: pull on your nose, tug your earlobe and thumb to temple, waggle your fingers… it could catch on, slightly easier than The High Sign.

But, more importantly Annie becomes impressed with Martin who by this point is re-christened Smith and works as a chauffeur for some posh folk… not as posh though; if only they knew. The attitudes of British class deference and stubbornness pervade the film… we should remember this as we look to gift more power to these ruling classes. We didn’t get where were used to be, yesterday, by taking the nobs too seriously…

Gladys Hamer in another dramatic role...
There’s also comedy cameo from Gladys Hamer as Florrie, a former orphan rescued by Annie who cleans house and brings one-time minor league shoe thief, Sunny Jim (W.G. Saunders) to heel.

Martin begins to learn the value of hard work as well as the delights of a day off… for the watching audience who regularly clocked off at 12.30 on a Saturday, it’s a welcome acknowledgement of the daily grind. Martin is realising the importance of integrity and when he sees Annie’s sister being romanced by a moneyed cad of his acquaintance he warns her not to “sell herself”… a phrase that will come back to haunt him.

One of his co-workers, strapped for cash, finds one of their ladyship’s earrings and takes it leaving Martin to take the rap which he does, fully realising the situation. The busy bodies back at the house are not impressed and issue an ultimatum forcing Martin to once again do the decent thing and pack his bags. It’s not clear now whether he goes to prison or just off the rails but re-enter Bertie with some good news and Martin’s back in the money and dinner suits. He sends a message to Annie offering marriage and a title but, mistaking his intent she declines: right timing but wrong message… she is not for sale to privilege. Martin hits the skids…

The story is slightly uneven at this point (suggesting lost footage?) but we all get the drift… can love overcome all for estranged father and son, will Annie’s intervention save her listless Lord and when will the Earl start stop just seeing the cost and not the value?

British Empire Exhibition 1924
W P Kellino directs well and moves the story along at reasonable pace, including those open-top tram journey shots I like so much. There’s also some location footage of the British Empire Exhibition and the hop fields of Kent where working class Londoners would go for a working holiday during harvest time – Michael Powell’s father owned one such farm.

The overall feel is as pleasingly undulated as the Canterbury countryside and some of the sharpest moments are left to Mickey Brantford who pulls Lon Chaney faces to unsettle the guests. He tells them it’s an infirmity and that, if they were polite, they wouldn’t ask questions… Give this kid his own series!

John Sweeney accompanied in delightful fashion demonstrating an uncanny understanding of both tone and comic timing, which especially supported Master Brantford’s one liners. Proof that it’s not just the notes but how you play them that matters: John’s were all in the right order and in the right way!

Not for Sale is a rare as hen’s teeth and – at the moment – you’ll only see it projected as with today’s 35mm copy. It was good to see NFT 3 packed and one hopes this encourages more British silent film projections!

Saturday, 23 April 2016

The edge of the World … The Phantom Light (1935)


"I am a sucker for lighthouses. The lonelier and more inaccessible the better. And I love comedy thrillers. I said yes to this one right away, and never regretted it. I enjoyed every minute. The less said about the plot the better…” Michael Powell, A Life in Movies

This is one of Michael Powell’s quota quickies made when he was learning his trade as a director and helping to keep cinema British at least long enough for the main feature to be shown. With the freedom of a tight budget he manages to work some sense of wonder with this film and there are emerging themes that would later be trademark.

And then there were four...
Based on a play taken from a book, The Haunted Light by Evadne Price, The Phantom Light treads that fine line between humour and “horror” in the same way as Arthur Askey’s The Ghost Train (ithankyou!) and Will Hay’s Ask a Policeman. It’s an unabashed guilty pleasure but with some substance.

Actual Wales
For a start, literally, Powell opens the film in actual Wales, as a train (on the Festiniog Railway no less) carries lighthouse keeper Sam Higgins (Gordon Harker) through southern Snowdonia to Tan y Bwlch station. He’s greeted by a gaelic-speaking old woman in local dress who wishes him “nos da” and leaves him to his own devices.

He comes across a stranded blonde, Alice Bright (Liverpudlian stage-star, Binnie Hale) who looks like she’s fallen off the back of a pre-code screwball comedy. The two meet a railway worker who points them on their way in pure cockney…

Prynhawn da...
They arrive after a bumpy car journey through more landscape in what is now gorgeous Gwynedd to arrive at a very welcoming village inn. Everyone if very keen to greet the new keeper for the Northstack Lighthouse, not just because they are welsh and hospitable but because there’s a ghostly mystery… and the previous two keepers didn’t complete his contract in the most unorthodox of ways…

Fishing in the pub
Alice is also most interested in the Northstack and she is very, very keen to visit it as, indeed, is a business man from down south called Jim Pearce (Hitchcock's silent boxer Ian Hunter) who plies Sam with double rum but to no avail. Alice asks Jim for help too but he’s not buying her little girl lost routine. Not surprisingly, what’s so special about a dangerous, possibly haunted lighthouse?


Sam makes his way over with the local crew including David Owen (Hitchcock's silent blackmailer Donald Calthrop) and a Doctor Carey (Milton Rosmer) who has to see to one of the men, Tom Evans (Reginald Tate), who has developed a fever leading to violent, hallucinatory episodes (yes, I know…). The Doctor decides that he is too ill to leave the lighthouse (yes, I know…) – it is a long way to Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Serious moonlight
Sam is pleased to renew acquaintance with an old mucker, Claff Owen (Herbert Lomas) who is out of his mind with worry about the ghostly light that has appeared, luring a merchant vessel to its doom whilst their own light was mysteriously shut down.

All perfectly reasonable… and then a boat arrives carrying the intrepidly-determined Mr Pearce and, what’s more, Alice has stowed away completely undetected! The seas are now a bit choppy and Alice takes the perfectly logical step of jumping into the water in order to get to the lighthouse (the reason will be apparent in a sec...)

Binnie in her water-proof high-heels
Both safely “on-board” Alice is wet through and there is no option but for her to get undressed in the room with the disturbed Tom in it and then to put on Sam’s Sunday best. Problem is, the trousers are a bit big for her and so she – again – does the logical thing and cuts them as really short-shorts: all the better for showing off the lengthy Hale legs which still retain her high-heels (maybe they’re water-proof?).

So, there we have it, a lighthouse full of mystery – an unwanted ghost, two unwanted guests, a woman in unnecessary shorts… all is set for a final third of nail-biting predictability.

Hunter and Hale
But, all said and done, the film has a little bit of magic, the locations and the lighthouse claustrophobia work well and the performance of Harker in particular. Graham Greene praised his “sure-fire Cockney performance” in The Spectator, reflecting Powell’s own assessment… “Gordon Harker was one of those naturals that every country has – a face to remember… He had one of those flat, disillusioned Cockney faces, half-fish, half-simian, with an eye like a dead mackerel… he could hold a pause as long as any actor I had known. Close-ups were made for him…”

Dead mackerel eyes...
Herbert Lomas is great at evoking wide-eyed terror and sometimes has to stand and wait while the rest catch up. Binnie is very hale and hearty whilst Ian Hunter is an upstanding leading hero (although he was Powell’s second choice after Roger Livesey, whose time would come…).  Whilst there’s a host of excellent character actors in support – I especially liked the relationship between the local bobby Sergeant Owen (Edgar K. Bruce) and the pub landlady Mrs. Owen (Alice O'Day).

Ian Hunter, not Roger Livesey
Roy Kellino’s cinematographic skill helps the director catch those wonderful glimpses of Wales – even the bits filmed in Devon where the actual lighthouse – Hartland Point – was (mostly). There would be much better days ahead for MP but this was a worthwhile stopping point en route to his greater, more personal works.

Powell was already thinking of St Kilda...
The Phantom Light has just been released on budget DVD from Network who are on a good run – unearthing some overlooked and long-forgotten neo-classics of British cinema – quota-produced and fuller-budgeted alike.

Friday, 21 September 2012

Hitch and Shlomo at the NFT - Downhill (1927)

Annette Benson, Robin Irvine and Ivor Novello
This was the fifth of the BFI's superb silent Hitchcock restorations and featured arguably the most daring choice of live score from beatboxer Shlomo.

The audience crammed into NFT 1 to watch what could have been a messy culture clash between the silent expressionism of our master director and the vocalisations of the man dubbed the Harry Potter of Beatbox. Hipsters to the left of me, cineasts to the right...  would this be a hip-hop too far?

Not quiet: it was edgy and occasionally unbalanced but it also reinforced the sharp humour in the story and
created a new emotional blend for the film. It was a bit risky but that helped to remind you that, in 1927, this wasn't a sure fire hit film from one of our greatest ever directors, but a very early step in the young man's hectic career: only his fifth film and one begun in haste after he'd already started his next feature...

Ivor Novello and Norman McKinnel
So, the 28-year old beatbox innovator and dynamo from Bucks meets the 28-year old cinematic mash-up artist and creative whirlwind from the East End... who gave off the most energy and which one's actually more street?

In truth the balance between the silence and the sound was not always maintained. The music did sometimes intrude on the story and in this context at least, it was occasionally a little loud - especially the bass (impressive though it was!). But mostly it worked well and really clicked for certain sequences... the rugby, the music hall... the illicit dancing in Ye Olde Bunne Shoppe!

Dancing in the dark...
Shlomo didn't perform himself but had five amazing voices working together in total unity: Robin Bailey and Billy Boothroyd (tenors), Julie Kench (soprano), Harriet Syndercombe Court (alto) and Tobias Hug with that huge booming bass. They all pitched in with rhythmic sound but also sang exceptionally well - far from the DIY amateurism you might expect from this genre. But then Shlomo is no slouch, he's classically trained and an accomplished jazz drumer... he's worked with Bjork, Damon Albarn and the sainted Martha Wainwright amongst many others.

There were times when I thought that the score was too successful in musical terms and that this would be a great gig on its own. But, ultimately, the job was done well - the music and the images did succeed in creating a indivisible synthesis that was unique if not always smooth.

Sybil Rhoda
As for the film... Downhill is one of the restorations I've been keenest to see as it features Sybil Rhoda. Sybil is the great aunt of my friend Nicky and it is rare to find such a living connection to this period of cinema*. Nicky had talked about the film with her aunt who professed to having few memories of the experience and yet there she was sitting alongside Ivor Novello in near pristine quality.

Sybil died a few years ago but there's a lovely interview on The Guardian website she did in 2004 when she was 101. She lived a long and full life and was quite an ucompromising character by all accounts... what she would have made of Shlomo is hard to say...let alone the film's late start!

But it was a treat to have her great niece with us to watch this restoration.

Ivor Novello and Sybil Rhoda
Sybil plays the sister of  Tim Wakely (Robin Irvine), a public schoolboy who's best friend is rugby star and school captain, Roddy Berwick (Ivor Novello). She appears at the start of the film as the boys celebrate a rugby victory with a formal dinner. She encounters Roddy in the process of changing and chats with him during the meal.

But Roddy has many admirers and one of the waitresses, Mabel (Annette Benson, sizzling like a cockney Clara Bow), has designs on him. She arranges to meet with his mate Tim in the Bunne Shoppe hoping to ensnare one or the other.

Ivor Novello, Sybil Rhoda, Annette Benson and Robin Irvine
The three meet at the Shoppe and much dancing ensues. This is one of the film's best sequences and Hitchcock handles this teenage tryst with subtelty, lots of awkward interactions, false moves and shadow play as Mabel gets the one she can have but not the one she wants. A further assignation with Tim is arranged and clearly signposted on the shop door... wednesday half-day closing.

The meaning only becomes clear when the boys are summoned to the Head's office. Roddy turns in shock to see Mabel sitting behind him. she has come to accuse one of the boys of getting her pregnant... it was Tim but, in spite she points the finger at Roddy. His decency dictates that he takes the rap and he ensures his expulsion and the beginning of his life downhill...

Annette Benson
Thrown out of his home by his unforgiving father, Roddy decends down into the London Underground in a shot Hitchcock later felt was too obvious. It's still effective though and was surely worth the early morning shooting at Maida Vale tube station where the sign says "...to anywhere, quickest way, cheapest fare".

Ivor Novello... stage left
The next phase of Roddy's fall begins cleverly as the camera pulls back to reveal him wearing formal diner jacket, but he's a waiter... on stage... back in the minor places. Hitchcock has returned to his beloved music hall and this intelligent sequence says so much in just a few seconds.

Roddy is mixing with dubious theatricals, who soon contrive to liberate him of a lucky inheritance. He marries actress Julia (Isabel Jeans) who only has eyes on his new money and feathers her own nest whilst still seeing the brutish Archie (Ian Hunter of The Ring fame). Roddy is ruined and in his anger lays out Archie (which stretches credibility just a tad given their relative stature...).

Isabel jeans and Ian Hunter
He heads for France and the Moulin Rouge,"the world of lost illusions" and life as a "consort" who is loaned out to amuse lonely ladies of wealth. He meets a middle-aged poet (Violet Farebrother), who is understanding but then  the sudden illness of one of the revelers forces someone to pull the curtains wide and the empty debauchery of all those around him is revealed in dazzling sunlight.

Roddy hits absolute rock bottom in dingy Marseille where he looks to be near death... his motley cohabitants  return him to Britain in the hope of a reward but he escapes at the docks and make his delirious way home.

The sequences here are especially effective as all those who have dragged him down appear colluding in his waking dreams and his unforgiving father manifests as a deckhand and then a policeman. Hitchcock then shows the streets of London swirling in overlay as Roddy relives his downfall and fights the last few yards home... will he find redemption?


Downfall is a visually very coherent as you'd expect and has some excellent scenes utilizing expressionistic light and shade. It's not the strongest of stories and it is unsurprising that it started out as a play, co-written by Novello with Constance Collier.

Ivor Novello is superb as Roddy and is largely convincing as a schoolboy even though he was 34 at the time - he obviously relished the chance to run through the emotional gears. As has been noted, he is a male version of the Hitchcock blonde, with his extraordinary features perfectly suited to the cinematic process. But Annette Benson runs him close for visual intensity as the frustrated and vengeful Mabel.


And then there's Sybil... I'd like to hope that once the dust had settled, Roddy and her were able to continue their dinner conversation and then who knows...

Downfall is currently available on DVD but I'd hold off for the release of the restoration, which will hopefully have Shlomo's score. To find out more about his music visit his site Beatboxing Adventures.

*Having said that, Nicky's husband Mike, revealed that his father's second cousin used to clean the offices of the man who performed a hip replacement operation on Lillian Gish!


Post script... here's a stunning portrait of Sybil Rhoda taken from around this period - she was much in demand as a model. Copies are available from the BFI Printstore. Sybil was also in Boadicea (1928) starring alongside the great Lillian Hall-Davis as one of the daughters of the queen.

Sybil Rhoda
 

Sunday, 15 July 2012

The Ring (1927) with Soweto Kinch, Hackney Empire, London

Lilian Hall Davis and Carl Brisson
This extraordinary event was the third in the BFI’s season of restored Hitchcock silent films and it’s going to be hard to better. A packed audience in the Hackney Empire -one of London's finest Victorian theatres - witnessed the rebirth of The Ring with a thrilling new jazz score from the Soweto Kinch Sextet.

I’m not sure whether it’s a stylistic thing or whether British films just feel closer to me as a native, but The Ring offers a grittier, more prosaic contrast to many Hollywood films, with characterful – ordinary - English faces and much imperfect dental work on display. The world of The Ring doesn't feel so far away.

English folk at the fair...
The fact that we were in Hackney, a stone's thrown from Alfred Hitchcock’s home turf helped in this reconnection. It’s a vibrant place with a rich cultural mix - earthy as well as intellectual - the perfect setting for this pugilistic tale.

The evening was introduced by representatives of the BFI who explained the restoration work performed on what was nearly a lost film. The team had to work with severely warped and deteriorated stock and also to painstakingly recreate the inter-titles. The result is a stunningly clear new print that was all the more impressive on the big screen. Most of the screen shots here are from previous versions and they bear no relation to the new version – there are a few shots from that which highlight the massive improvement.

Carl Brisson, Lilian Hall Davis and Ian Hunter
The BFI gave us a questionnaire to complete before and after the film and one of the questions was whether we enjoyed the film or the music the most. This was impossible to answer as the score from Soweto Kinch and his sextet infused the film with life and new feeling as well as embellishing the existing narrative… A new experience based in equal parts on both elements.

This exuberant groove was mixed with older sensibilities to create a thoroughly modern mood – Hackney past and present collapsed into one exhilarating mix.
Cutting a rug...

As for the film, it was one of three that Hitchcock made in 1927 and is the only one he directed from his own script.  It is very well made with directorial influence from expressionist cinema as well as Gance and Epstein (shots in the fair are similar to Cœur Fidèle, with the camera strapped into a ride as lovers are thrown about). Hitchcock was intent on showing interior dialogue and feeling as well as external action.


The opening sequence is probably the best in the film, directed with a sure hand throughout and showing the excitable chaos of the fairground. Here we find 'One-Round' Jack Sander (lissom Carl Brisson) who takes on all-comers and easily beats them.

He operates from one of the tents from which the exuberant Showman (Harry Terry) calls out to the public to try their hand as his trainer (Gordon Harker) holds up the placard proclaiming his ability to knock out opponents in “One Round”.

Lilian Hall Davis
There’s a pretty girl selling the tickets, Mabel (Lilian Hall Davis), who looks on bored… Her eye catches that of a tall man in a bowler hat and he comes over to chat. He is Bob Corby (Ian Hunter) who, unknown to all, is the Heavyweight Champion of Australia.

Accompanied by his manager/promoter James Ware (Forrester Harvey) the two enter the tent to watch Jack in action. Here the action is expertly mixed with the reaction of the audience. Hitchcock marshals a cast of extras who are striking in their ordinariness… men build up the courage to get in the ring but all are easily and comically despatched.

Ian Hunter
Bob climbs into the ring and suddenly things change and we see him and Jack trade blows of equal skill and force. Bob wins and Jack faces the consequences of the end of his act. Yet Bob wants him for his sparring partner and his manager sees potential in this new find.

Manel and Jack have been saving up to get married and this new career offers them the chance to realise this dream…yet Bob has taken a shine to the girl and makes advances from the outset, buying her a bracelet with his winnings. This becomes the symbol of their relationship as well as a ring that mirrors the boxing ring and the marriage ring.The ring represents conflict as well as binding love; it always means that you have to fight to win out.

Jack wins his first professional bout and marries the girl on the proceeds. There’s a great scene as the fairground freaks arrive for the wedding and then a marvellous wedding party at which Jack’s trainer gets so drunk his viewpoint is shown as blurred and distorted…we’ve all been there.



Bob has lost the initial round for the girl but Jack will need to be wary and to meet his adversary on equal terms if he is to keep his love.

In parallel we are shown the development of Jack’s boxing career, as he moves higher up the billings, whilst at the same time his wife is being wooed by Bob and taking part in London’s unrelenting nightlife. There are some great party sequences which worked spectacularly well with Kinch’s music: making us want to dive off to the nearby Vortex club for some after-show freestyle Charleston!

Gordon Harker and Carl Brisson
The closer Jack gets to boxing success though, the more it seems his wife is off gallivanting… he earns the right to challenge Bob for the British title but his wife leaves him and is seemingly on his opponent's side: has it all been in vain, can Jack win the fight and win back his wife?

Carl Brisson and Lilian Hall Davis
Needless to say, Hitchcock handles the finale with panache, staging the fight in the Royal Albert Hall (or what he makes look like the RAH) with much tension between the three main characters. It’s one of the first films to use a boxing match as the dramatic centre and, whilst we have become used to this over the years, the denouement is no less exciting for this. Again the score worked superbly well by building up the beat alongside the contest and ensuring that the primal reaction to watching a fight left us all shuffling in our seats!

Carl Brisson had been an amateur boxer and his moves are sure footed against the heavier Ian Hunter. Both act well and strikingly, Hunter’s character isn’t really a “baddie” just a rounded human being looking for the right girl.

Lilian Hall Davis

That girl is exceptionally well played by Lilian Hall Davis who gives a subtle and believable portrait of someone caught between two destinies. She kept on reminding me of Kiera Knightley for some reason – similar features – and is the main face of the film. She is superbly naturalistic and doesn’t overplay some of the overt symbolism.

She was also to feature in Hitchcock's The Farmer's Wife (1928) but died tragically young. There are details on the BFI website.

The Ring is available in so-so quality on DVD and also on the Internet Archive but for the real deal best wait for the restored edition whenever it comes... it'll be worth the wait.

Details of Soweto Kinch are on his website from which you can download his latest album  The New Emancipation.