Showing posts with label Rita Tushingham. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 23 November 2021

Last Night In Soho




Puppet On A Sting

Last Night In Soho
UK 2021
Directed by Edgar Wright
Universal Pictures


Warning: I guess this has some mild spoilers.

Trust modern wonder director Edgar Wright to make a movie which transcends initial expectations of what it actually is... perhaps an homage to 1960s British horror, Italian giallo etc... and deliver something which actually only nods to those kinds of movie more as an acknowledgement... instead bringing something fairly new (although not strictly too far out of the box) into the mix. Last Night In Soho is probably not the film most people may expect it to be and although some of those touchstones are in here... there are certainly elements of a ‘Dario Argento Meets Mario Bava’ influence in both the lighting (which is even given an on screen rationale in terms of a character’s bedroom window in proximity to a flashing neon sign) and odd half winks to their various movies (are the mannequins in one shot juxtaposed to the previous a little nod to Bava’s Blood And Black Lace... reviewed here... for example?)... this one is so much more than the sum of any stylistic parts and very much its own thing.

Now, I have to admit, it took me about 25 mins to get into this one and I’d have to say, my first impressions of the central character were quite bad. For a little while, the way sixties obsessed main protagonist Eloise (played brilliantly by Thomasin McKenzie) was written, in terms of her dialogue... well I was having a hard time liking the character for a bit. However, she did grow on me fairly quickly once she leaves her grandmother’s house (her grandmother played by wonderful 1960s icon Rita Tushingham) to come to London to the famous London College Of Fashion (I think I went there to use their library once when I studied Graphic Design at the London College Of Printing back in the day). It probably helped that the majority of her fellow students are just really horrible and so she seems way better than them anyway and, I soon got used to the naivete of the character to the point where she became the reason why I was watching.

It’s pointed out very early on in the movie that Eloise is one of those people who can feel and see psychic/spiritual vibrations from objects and things quite vividly and, when she rents a room off of a landlady played by another 1960s icon, Diana Rigg, she starts tripping back to the past in her dreams and becomes Sandie, played by the always watchable Anya Taylor-Joy, as she tries to be a to singer emerging from the Soho scene in 1965. However, Sandie falls in with a ‘manager’ played by Matt Smith and things don’t go exactly as she planned. Meanwhile, back in the present day reality, Eloise starts to pick up on people and things from the sixties Soho of her dream life and starts to unravel a long standing mystery leading to a darkness at the heart of Sandie’s world... while fighting for her own life as the dreamworld she has let in begins to splinter into her day to day reality and take her mind.

Okay, so I really can’t say anymore about the story because, a) it will spoil it and b) you’ll probably work out most of the twists and turns a fair bit before the film gets you there. The film is obviously referencing the 1960s a lot and includes another couple of iconic performers of the time... these being Terence Stamp and Margaret Nolan (both she and Rigg have dedications on the film... one before it starts and one after it’s finished, I think this was both of these two actresses last movie role and it’s a shame neither of them lived to see how well the film has been received by the critics). However, the one way this film disappointed me slightly was by telegraphing (despite some obvious misdirection on the part of one of the male leads) the true identity of two of the characters and their actual relation to Eloise’s dream adventures.

And, after my initial reluctance to follow the central character which, as I said, was soon overcome, I have to say I found the film to not only be a tight and technological marvel in terms of the art of putting together something like this but also a thoroughly entertaining romp too. If horror is your bag (which this film plays on the periphery of but, due to the ‘visions’ experienced by the central protagonist, it certainly gets there in terms of slipping into that genre pretty well by the end) then you will probably have a good time with this although, I have to say, it’s a very slow burn of a movie which really doesn’t push any of those buttons until a good way through, when things begin to emerge and bleed over from both worlds. That being said, it doesn’t take long before some really beautiful and stunning non-horror set pieces are visited on the audience. Such as the first introduction to Eloise’s dream world as the character watches bewildered, becoming the mirror image of Anya Taylor-Joy and vice versa.

 And, yes, I’d like to say ‘it’s all done with mirrors’ but there looks like there was some clever, practical stuff which was done ‘in camera’ here to use the actresses mirroring each other to both interact with the same co-star at the same time and so on. What’s more, the ways those actresses both reflect and then sometimes not, as they watch each other, shows a real intelligence from, not just the performers but from the way Wright has obviously worked out that you can enhance a scene by using the actions and expressions of each of the two female leads to add a commentary to the events they are caught up in. I was very impressed, for example, when McKenzie apes Taylor-Joy for part of a scene but then is left surprised or doing her own thing as the character splits away from her to fill her in on what may, or may not, be somebody’s back story. Not to mention the technical brilliance (and timing) of the scene where Matt Smith dances with both girls simultaneously by swinging each of them around the camera to transform into the next person and then back again... I expect it took a fair few rehearsals to get right and it certainly wears its trickery on its sleeve but it doesn’t make it any less impressive and well timed, for sure.

And, of course, there’s a sonic backdrop of old 1960s hits such as two of my favourite Sandie Shaw songs... Puppet On A String and (There’s) Always Something There To Remind Me... to get the nostalgia receptors engaged and even, in one sequence, an actress playing a young Cilla Black (what a shame that Work Is A Four Letter Word never made it onto the songtrack, to revive interest in both the song and the movie). The film really hits a nice groove and I’m sure a lot of the younger audience will be discovering the ‘sounds of the sixties’ on the back of this movie, for sure... if Wright can hook them on it. I’m not sure its box office has been all that it could be (well... we are still in a pandemic) but I’m sure this is going to do very well on Blu Ray sales and I, for one, can’t wait to grab a copy of this one to show my folks.

So, yeah, that’s me done on Last Night In Soho. It’s a lot of fun and it looks absolutely beautiful. The twist reveals, such as they are, are maybe not too cleverly done (you probably will be ahead of them) but it really doesn’t hurt the film any because they are also inevitable points that the film needs to hit and it all gives some of the nightmarish, Roman Polanski inspired (surely there’s a little bit of Repulsion in here?) supernatural dream vibrations a good sound logical reading within the context of the story and especially the characters as they are represented later. I’m also pretty sure that, now I’ve processed the content of the film a little bit, I am going to really enjoy watching the heck out of it on subsequent viewings... I reckon this is one of those ‘fine wine’ kind of films that get better with age and familiarity once you start noticing the accumulation of details which you missed the first time around. This is definitely one for fans of spectacular and well crafted cinema, for sure.

Sunday, 29 July 2012

The Knack... And How To Get It






















For Knack’s Sake


The Knack... And How To Get It
UK 1965
Directed by Richard Lester
MGM Region 2

Wow. What a great film.

I haven’t seen this in maybe 25 to 30 years and seem to remember thinking it was just, okay, at the time. But I’ve always quite liked the music in this one so, when the opportunity arose to grab the DVD cheap, I thought I’d give it another go. I’m really glad I did because... well, The Knack... And How To Get It is more than just... “okay.”

Seen now, probably correctly, as one of the key films in the British New Wave, Lester shot the film in stark black and white following a similar treatment on the film he made prior to this, A Hard Day’s Night, featuring The Beatles (he would switch to colour for his second film with them, Help!). Based on the successful play by Ann Jellicoe (I’m guessing the fact that it was written from a woman’s point of view can help ward of accusations of rampant sexism and misogyny... at least to an extent), I can’t honestly imagine how this movie could be sourced from a theatrical production, truth be told, since Lester frees the camera from “inside locations” for a good deal of the movie. I’m guessing many things were added but the spirit of the play was kept in tact, which allows Lester to explore a more dynamic environment for the four main characters.

And of course, being as you are immediately entering the surreal and visually witty world which typically characterises this directors early work, when I say a “dynamic environment”, I’m talking about the environment of the editing room and the way the director plays around with the whole syntax of the cinema. It might seem old hat to some nowadays (although I suspect if you leave a teenager in a cinema with this film today they will get a little confused and disorientated) but this was the spirit of the time and you can feel this playfulness of exploration of the form seeping through every frame of celluloid.

The plot is simple. Colin (MIchael Crawford) lives with a lodger, Tolen (played by Ray Brooks) who has many sexual conquests a day... indeed the credits sequence features fifty to a hundred women lining up in a massive queue through Colin’s house, all dressed exactly as Tolen likes them, so Colin can’t even get out of his room a lot of the time (such starlets as Charlotte Rampling, Jane Birkin and Jaqueline Bisset all count The Knack as their first movie appearance). Right after this credit sequence, backed up by John Barry’s superb, jazzy score, Colin finally snaps and rents out another room. A new lodger, Tom (Donal Donnelly), arrives and paints his new room white while Rita Tushingham’s character Nancy Jones wanders around the streets of London for the first half an hour of the movie going through little comic sequences as she looks for the YWCA. She then meets up with Colin and Tom as they are buying a big four poster bed from a scrap yard. The three go on bed related adventures through London as they push, pull, tow and even float the bed back to Colin’s residence, where Nancy has an unfortunate set of experiences with Tolen before she gets her own back on the male chauvinistic attitudes on display by crying “Rape”... but in a delightfully comic way that perhaps only Rita Tushingham could make work.

The film is surreal (Michael Crawford immediately breaks “The Fourth Wall” with his first line to the audience, right after the credits) and the dialogue is beautifully witty. Various montages of public opinion related mostly to on screen incidents are aired on the soundtrack (a lot of the soundtrack, including some of the actors actual lines in some instances, seems added in post production with no lip synch allowance), perhaps echoing the same spiritual function that John Dos Passos used for his newsreel sequences in his series of novels which comprise his USA Trilogy... but perhaps filtered through some of Michael Moorcock’s techniques for his original Jerry Cornelius novels.

The mood is generally light and fluffy throughout and Lester uses unexpected jump cuts, repeat shots, sped up and slowed down film and the like throughout the course of the movie to weave together something not unlike a Marx Brothers comedy, but with less plot and with the medium becoming the jokes just as much as the on-screen action and the written word. Lots of the comedy sequences are pure slapstick, before that became a dirty word, and the joy at which the humour in this film is celebrated through the camera is infectious and addictive. And all throughout, of course, we have long sequences with no music playing suddenly interrupted by John Barry’s audacious and fresh sounding (even by today’s standards) melodic outbursts.

The film won the Palme D’Or the year it played there and, frankly, rightly so. This movie is amazing and I’m surprised I was so on-the-fence about it when I were a “growing lad”. I could watch it again right now, it’s that charming. Absolutely nothing other than a firm recommendation from me here. Go and grab it quick from Amazon or somewhere while it’s so cheap!