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Brief Encounter [1945]

Brief Encounter is a story about love being inescapable, about two people brought together by fate. You can call it ‘circumstance’ or ‘coincidence’, if you’re not a hopelessly old-fashioned romantic like me… But what’s the fun in making a film about it?

Filmed during the war, this love story comes from a time when falling in love wasn’t to be expected.

Much as in we begin at the end of the story.

In a railway station café, a man and woman are disrupted, mid-farewell, by a passing, busy-body aquaintance. It is only once we are taken- via flashback- into their story, as they unexpectedly fall in love, that we see the poignancy of that final meeting. Housewife Laura Jesson and doctor Alec Harvey met by chance but, although already married, they gradually fall in love with each other, meeting every Thursday in the small station café.

Their love is impossible but still beautiful to watch.

It’s perhaps an incredibly British thing but whilst the love is fantastical the characters are not glamourised. The lead, Celia Johnson was primarily a Stage actress, who appeared in merely a few films. She was nominated for a Best Actress Academy Award for the film, and I feel should have won.

Heavy make-up is employed to normalise a beautiful face, to make her older, ordinary and sympathetic. Adultery was taboo in 1945 and Brief Encounter was banned by the Irish censorship board on release, for sympathetically portraying an adulterer.

The film is based on a 1935 short one-act stage play “Still Life” by Noël Coward. The original play was merely five short scenes in a train station, whilst this version develops their encounters further, developing the burgeoning connection between Laura and Alec. It’s not all doom and gloom- there is one rather humorous moment where Alec near seduces her by loving whispering the names of lung diseases.

Brief Encounter is a beautiful, British film- quintessentially so. Laura evolves as a person, becoming more mature and at the same time more childish. She questions herself and doesn’t trust her own thoughts until she is secure in being loved. When Laura is distressed the lighting and staging are notably noiresque; her stunted passions blossom to drive the film.

Rather English; constantly putting oneself down. Much like having friends we dislike because it would be terribly ill-mannered to let them go…

 

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Classic Film Review: Four Weddings and a Funeral [1994]

That a low budget comedy revolving around the social calendar of the British upper classes could become the highest-grossing British film of its time… was apparently a huge surprise. At the time. That it would no longer be a surprise is largely down to this film. Four Weddings and a Funeral is an affectionate and fresh film, boasting a boatload of homegrown talent, including Simon Callow and the emerging Hugh Grant. The characters may be posh but the film is built on universal themes: love, friendship, looking like an idiot in front of someone you fancy.

Whilst the Hugh Grant staring British rom-com, in which a stuttering suitor manages to balls things up and yet come out on top, became a money-spinning cliché, this first incarnation is a genuine delight. And no actor can better show how to make a woman swoon without being overly-masculine (which doesn’t work in real life anyway).

This sly comedy revolves around people living their lives in public, attending weddings- the film doesn’t supply the everyday lives of the characters. Even in the case of our main man, the shy, perennial best man Charles, we never find out what he actually does for a living. Which makes sense in a British film, I suppose! Good form.
This extended group of friends, who probably met at school or university or Waitrose or just married people who somehow know the others maybe… who knows. They all know each other basically.

Occasionally someone new walks into their lives, like Carrie, the supposedly sparkling American girl who is a guest at the first wedding, turns up again at the second and is scheduled to be married at the third. Spoiler.

Andie MacDowell plays Carrie in a way that is probably meant to come across as being a woman who is not quite as confident as she seems… but instead the part seems rather hollow. She is smart and beautiful but falling for Charles whilst engaged to marry Hamish- a man so thick and overbearing that loving him makes very little sense. She does all of the aggressing because obviously Charles will never come out and say what he really feels!

Most people hate her performance, I don’t particularly care for it but it certainly doesn’t ruin the film for me. There are a huge number of interesting guests at the various weddings… she just happens to be the least interesting! Much like being at a real life wedding we’re introduced to various members of the crowd in a rather haphazard way. We see them across the room, learn their names, forget their names and then meet them again at another wedding… where we embarrassingly can’t remember their name. Or who they’re with.

Sweet, jolly Gareth eats too much, drinks too much and has a vest that is too tight but we love him. Eventually we realise he’s gay but as in all personal matters, the film is subtle enough not to scream it out, just to let us read the social cues- much as at a real wedding. The film’s community eventually envelops us and subtly shows how a gay character can become a focus for what is best among the other characters, who are mostly straight. Gareth is the centre of good feeling and creates a sense of family. By the end of the film you’ll be reacting to the weddings and funeral as if you knew them all.

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Classical Film Review: Gone With The Wind [1939]

Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, is one of the bestselling books of all time, with at least 28 million copies having been published in nearly every language. Its immortality was however secured by David O. Selznick’s 1939 film adaptation- winner of 11 Academy Awards, including the first for a black actor, Hattie McDaniel… although her character isn’t exactly… progressive.

It is an epic, almost operatic, saga set throughout the civil war and tells the tale of kittenish Southern belle Scarlett O’Hara, a girl so pampered that even to put her face in the sun is considered too tiring. She is in love with the self-consciously chivalrous gentleman Ashley Wilkes and near destroys the lives of those around her for his love when really she is more in love with the idea of being in love with him. And even that is with the ideal version of him.

Theirs is a relationship born of hate but really rooted in love. No matter how much they argue and throw things, they will never be able to escape from being each other’s perfect match.

MGM took a risk in casting Vivien Leigh as Scarlett- this was one of the most talked about and coveted roles in Hollywood to date and they chose an English nobody with the wrong colour eyes?! Handily changed in post-production.

The risk paid off however; the to-be-honest, slightly tepid tale of thwarted love amid the ashes of the old South leaps from the page to become one of the greatest love stories of all time because Leigh’s lively brilliance makes Scarlett believable!

Clark Gable unforgettably incarnates Rhett, but this film would be nothing without Scarlett.

Which is in no way saying that it is perfect: it’s disturbingly lenient to the Confederacy and does a sterling line in “happy slaves”. This film was released into cinemas at a time when there were still people living who had memories of the American slave trade and plantations. It is very recent history. Yet, grotesquely, the black characters are shown as being clearly better off under slavery and the war does nothing to help them.

Let’s also not forget the film’s insistence that a gentleman may feel free to assert his conjugal rights.

However, whether you are watching on a cinema screen, television screen or indeed, your laptop, the huge exteriors and skylines ablaze have a dreamlike, expressionist quality that radiates. Gone With The Wind was one of the first films to be made in splendid, expensive Technicolor. Granted, at times, even those beautiful skylines can seem a little formulaic but… not only is the film fabulous for it’s modern heroine and refusal to give a neat conclusion, it also does not shy away from amassing as many clichés as it possibly can. After all, you’ll like at least one of them, right?