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

Thursday, 2 May 2019

Queen & Country
Dir: John Boorman
2014
***
When I heard that John Boorman was going to make a sequel to his 1987 modern classic Hope and Glory I was thrilled. I’m generally against sequels but this film made sense to me, as it was auto-biographical and Boorman himself was back to direct. I thought it would be brilliant having the original cast back as well but alas, only David Hayman returned as Billy’s father as he mysteriously hadn’t aged in twenty-six years. It would have been wonderful to have seen the rest of the cast but then the film should have been made in the early 90s. Still, I had no complaints about the cast, indeed it features some greats, such as David Thewlis and Richard E. Grant. However, it just isn’t quite the same as the original. I first saw Hope and Glory in the late 80s around the same time as I read The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole and a whole new world of humour was opened up to me (before then all the humour I knew was Russ Abbott, the Carry On films and my funny uncle who once told me underpants grew on trees whom I believed for many years). I would liken Queen and Country to Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years, the fifth in Sue Townsend’s series that had all the same characters that I knew and loved, but wasn’t quite the same. The film starts in the early to mid-1950s where Bill (played by Callum Turner) is now 18 and receives his call-up papers for national service. Reporting to the army training camp, he quickly makes friends with fellow-conscript Percy (Caleb Landry Jones). Though most of their intake are sent off to fight in the Korean War, he and Percy are made sergeants and spend their days teaching typing. The bane of their life is Sergeant-Major Bradley (David Thewlis), a decorated veteran of World War II who is obsessive about doing things by the book. An ally against Bradley is the orderly Redmond (Pat Shortt), who teaches them the military arts of "skiving". However, Bradley succeeds in getting Bill charged with subverting a private's will to fight by telling him some truths about Korea. The case is thrown out when Bill shows that all he said had been printed in The Times newspaper. Outside the camp, both friends explore what the town offers by way of women. Bill falls for a beautiful but depressive upper-class girl he calls Ophelia (Tamsin Egerton), while Percy is smitten by a bubbly student nurse called Sophie (Aimee-Ffion Edwards). On leave for the Queen’s coronation, Percy steals a car to join Bill, who is with his family on the Island. Both are delighted to find Bill's renegade sister Dawn (Vanessa Kirby), who has returned from Canada, and Dawn is soon charming Percy. Ophelia makes a brief visit but has to dash back into London. On the television, the family spot her in Westminster Abbey as one of the nobility, something which Bill did not know. Back in camp, Bill gets word that Ophelia is again in hospital with mental problems and, when he visits her, she rejects him brutally. Shocked and in tears, he is found by Sophie, who leads him to an empty room and takes his virginity. Percy then confides that he lost his to his sister Dawn. Percy however is finding military life a strain and with Redmond concocts an absurd scheme to steal the mess clock, a gift from Queen Victoria. An investigation pinpoints his guilt, upon which Redmond betrays him. A court martial sentences him to military prison and Bill is allowed to escort him there in handcuffs. Dawn jumps on the train and says she will wait for him. Bill then goes to visit Bradley, who has cracked under the strain of Percy's persecution and is in a military hospital on mental grounds, but Bradley rejects him brutally. In a ward he sees the private he allegedly dissuaded from fighting in Korea, who has lost a foot there. The film ends back on the Island where his family live, where Sophie is in the river acting while Bill with a new film camera is filming her. Leaving the camera running, he jumps in to embrace her. It’s a personal end that signifies Boorman’s transition into film and a future with his wife, although its not 100% true to life. It’s a very different sort of film from Hope and Glory, just as our lives a different from one decade to the next but I don’t feel the humour was quite as strong. The films should have felt ten years apart but you could see every single twenty-eight year that it took to make. It was a little too glossy for me and all of the warmth of the first film was lost. I do wonder whether it is of regret to Boorman that he hadn’t made the follow up sooner and with as much of the original cast as he could. Expectations were perhaps a little too high with all things considered so the anti-climax hit a little harder than it should have. I really enjoyed it and there isn’t anything to fault it on, other than perhaps Caleb Landry Jones’ strange accent. It just doesn’t feel like a continuation of the same story and nor do the characters feel the same. The first film is a modern classic but the second film feels like a above average made-for-TV film, like I said, its good, but it just doesn’t have the same magic as the original.
Hope and Glory
Dir: John Boorman
1987
*****
I remember watching John Boorman’s Hope & Glory in the late 80s. At the time I was reading The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole and the fact that humour could be found in the most unlikely places really appealed to me. I can’t really imagine what it would have been like living in London during the Blitz, we had IRA bombs in the 80s and 90s but it was no way near on the same scale as it was then during the Second World War. I’m not sure whether the film or its humour ever appealed to my grandmother but I remember her commenting on how authentic she thought the film looked and felt. The film is set just before the start of World War II and focuses on the Rohan family that includes Billy, his sisters Sue and Dawn, and his parents Grace and Clive who live in a suburb of London – not far from where I grew up and where my grandparents lived at the time. After the war starts, Clive joins the army, leaving Grace alone to watch over the children. Seen through the eyes of 10-year-old Billy, the "fireworks" provided by the Blitz every night are as exciting as they are terrifying. His family do not see things in quite the same way as the bombs continue to drop, but their will to survive brings them closer together. The nightly raids do not provide the only drama, however, as his older sister, Dawn, falls for a Canadian soldier, becomes pregnant and, finding her life turned upside down, soon discovers the value of her family. The family eventually moves to the Thames-side home of Grace's parents when their house burns down (not in an air raid, but in an ordinary fire). This provides an opportunity for Bill to spend more time with his curmudgeonly grandfather and to contemplate the things children shouldn’t have to. Part of its success and feeling of authenticity come from the fact that this is based on John Boorman’s own experiences of growing up in London during the Blitz, the boy Billy being based on himself. My parents generation have told me tales of playing on bomb sites as Billy and his mates do in the film and I think the film touched many people of a certain generation upon its release. Films made about the war theses days cannot be as authentic as this and are generally made to show a generation of people what it was like. Hope & Glory obviously does this but it also asked a generation to ‘remember when’. I was refreshingly un-epic, dealing with life as it was, rather than as a glossy drama. There was something rather kitchen-sink about it and then something shocking would happen, as it would have been like at the time. The film explored many aspects of life then, such as romances that would pop up while the men were away fighting and the people left behind not able to fight. It was a snap-shot in time, a portrayal of daily life for a London family. The film's great strength is in its characters. Besides Billy, we follow his overzealous father, his sexually-liberated teenage sister, his hilarious grandpa and his gang of far-from-innocent friends. It probably goes without saying but there is something uniquely British about the humour. It’s full of brilliant lines, the sort of thing my grandparents and teachers would say all those years later. One of my favourite lines was given by Billy’s teacher:
Teacher: (Pointing at the map of the world) Pink, Pink, Pink, Pink…What are all the pink bits on the map? Billy?
Billy: They’re ours Miss.
Teacher: Yes, the British Empire, the pink bits represent Britain. What fraction of the earth’s surface is British?
Billy: Don’t know Miss
Teacher: Anyone?
Another Pupil: Two-fifths miss?
Teacher: Yes, two-fifths. That’s what this war is all about. Men are fighting and dying to save all our pink bits, all for you ungrateful little twerps!
I think my grandmother liked most was that the film showed how people tried their best to maintain their normal lives and customs as their world crumbled around them, both literally and figuratively. A 650 feet long suburban street set with seventeen semi-detached houses was constructed for the film and half of it blown up. Because we see everything from a child’s eyes – a child who knows no different – we see the innocents and how it effects the adults, even though our child Billy doesn’t understand any of it. I believe this story could only really be told by someone who went through it for it to be told properly. If this film was made today it would look totally different and would have been largely sensationalized. Here, it explores a point in time that most of us couldn’t ever imagine, even though it didn’t happen that long ago and if like me you grew up in the City, knew people who did go through it. My grandparents spoke of the Blitz but I could never picture it, thanks to Hope & Glory, I had the visuals to their stories and I felt I knew that just that little better. Now that they’ve passed this film means something more to me, it’s a real slice of history, the first port of call for anyone wanting to know more about the real social history of the Blitz.

Sunday, 30 March 2014

Point Blank
Dir: John Boorman
1967
*****
Highly stylised, brilliantly written and with 4 or 5 fantastically performed and written characters. It's kitch, it's cool but it is also quite raw. It's got so many great scenes it would be easier to say each scene is great in its own unique way. John Vernon's naked body falling off a building is my personal favourite. Lee Marvin is great in a performance that precedes him but I'm a big fan of Keenan Wynn, he really made this film for me. I'm a huge Hitchcock fan but i'm sure that this must have been a bit of a breath of fresh air for many of his fans (and non-fans) at the time.