Showing posts with label John Gregson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Gregson. 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...






Saturday, 28 November 2015

Emeric alone… Miracle in Soho (1957)

It’s 1957 and the greatest team in British cinema history has reached the end with Ill Met by Moonlight; Michael Powell will go on to make Peeping Tom and leave for Australia eventually finding Helen Mirren and James Mason on a beach. But what of Mr Pressburger, the man who contributed at least as much to put the arch in The Archers?

Miracle in Soho was directed by Julian Amyes from a script Pressburger had originally written in 1934  it does actually feel like half of a P&P film in spite of the contribution from two of their main collaborators: cinematographer Christopher Challis and composer Brian Easdale (not to mention Cyril Cusack). That doesn’t make it a bad film though; it’s a very interesting film even if, at this remove, it’s hard to tell how authentic the Soho in the picture was: when did the pet shops and Salvation Army get replaced by “models” and clip joints?

A glimpse of your actual Soho and then on set
The film is a celebration of multi-cultural London written by a Hungarian Jew who had only arrived in this country a few years earlier. Had he been welcomed or was he, in the manner of A Canterbury Tale, calling for a jot more tolerance by evoking the natural inclusivity of “Britishness”? There’s redemption for everyone by welcoming in others to help, supporting each other, solidarity with mates and a church that not only holds family together but can also summon convenient ruptures in the water supply…

Entirely British
Lead character Michael Morgan (John Gregson who’s nicotine-stained hand reveals perhaps a far more anxious character than the one he is playing) is very much an island; picking up and discarding girlfriends in every street he works and moving on relentlessly not wishing to be tied down by the responsibility of genuine affection.

The negative impact of this is seen in the opening scenes as firstly a vengeful husband arrives to deck one of the workmen, also called Michael, in the mistaken belief that he’s the man who was making merry with his Suzie. Then a young woman called Maggie (a youthful Billie Whitelaw – so classy at any age) arrives in search of Michael, who tells her she’s misunderstood their relationship “this is the way it was with us…” he says, man-splaining (as my daughter would say) his dispassionate view of their open engagement, one purely based on the location of his work and nothing more… besides, he’s already got his eyes on the tight sweater of barmaid Gladys (Barbara Archer).

Billie and Babara at the bar
Michael is part of a group of workers called in to relay the tarmacadam on St Andrew’s Lane, a made up street in a studio-bound Soho. The massive sets, designed by Oscar-winner Carmen Dillon, evoke a London of time just past – lots of familiar brands in the pet shop but with long gone beers in the pub: you’ll have to go to The Coach and Horses on Greek Street to see still-extant advertising for Double Diamond and other lost ales.

Cyril Cusack looks over The War Cry to disapprove...
It’s a street full of the new influx of immigrants who helped build Britain from the thirties onwards, who opened restaurants, hairdressers, dance studios and shops of every type to bring vibrancy to the streets. There’s a harmony in the film’s Soho that may not have been entirely matched by contemporary reality but Pressburger wasn’t just an optimist he had been welcomed by this country as had many others and – surviving from this time there is still the French House, Bar Italia and Maison Bertaux (from 1871 actually).

Cyril and Rosalie Crutchley
Michael sets about hammering the old road up and befriending his workmates whilst arranging to view Gladys’ sweater in closer quarters. He has to make a quick exit as they are interrupted by the arrival of her boyfriend Filippo Gozzi (Ian Bannen) an intense young man who manages a wine merchant's and is intent on marrying Gladys.

Filippo is part of an Italian family whose father (Peter Illing) plans on moving them all to Canada to find a new life. Daughter Mafalda (Rosalie Crutchley) is the eldest and resolved to marrying a convenient man whilst youngest Julia (Belinda Lee) is still to be disappointed by life – she is not ready to compromise.

Belinda Lee's belting smile floors John Gregson
Working his way up the street as either postman or Salvation Army “captain” is Sam Bishop (Cyril Cusack – who masters a lovely high-pitched busy-bodied tone throughout), who acts as a one man Greek chorus.

Around them are bit parts from well-known faces as expectant husbands, blondes in need and sagacious watchmen… there’s a lot of life in this street.

The actors ignore the distraction of all those ancient brands...
Naturally Julia catches Michael’s attention and the question will be whether she will be just another “best girl in the street” for the itinerant Romeo or whether he’ll finally be brought to ground and, even if he is, will anything stop her joining the family exodus to Canada?

Miracle in Soho is a gently compelling film given extra intimacy by the unreality of its camera-angled sets. There are good performances from Crutchley, Bannen and Cusack as you’d expect whilst Belinda Lee is charming enough to anchor any wanderer’s affections.  John Gregson pushes the envelope on his natural likability and, whilst his Irish accent frequently deserts him he’s spot on as decency takes hold.

The family that sings together...
With far grittier kitchen sinks just around the corner, the film looks back rather than forward but still has a cosy charm all of its own and the magic realist tone you would expect from its author and producer. Brian Easdale also delivers a nuanced score – he knew where to find the buried meanings in Emeric’s words.

The film is available at reasonable price from Movie Mail and Amazon – probably not entirely essential but if you love The Archers you will like this.

The old man prefers his tea from the saucer...me too!