ianlouisiana Review of The Yellow Rolls-Royce

The Yellow Rolls-Royce (1964)

The best 1940s film made in the 1960s.

[7/10 · 2 September 2006]

"The yellow Rolls-Royce" is the best 1940s film made in the 1960s. A tryptich by two artists,Mr Anthony Asquith and Mr Terence Rattigan, it is curiously old-fashioned yet ageless.All three episodes concern love and its betrayal affecting the owners of the car - but it might as well be a walking stick or an armchair,any artefact would have done as a link for the stories. Mr Asquith was that rare thing a Gentleman film-maker.As befits that somewhat rarefied status his work was often elegant,tasteful and pleasing rather than "challenging" and "cutting edge",in other words he knew how to put bums on seats whilst making films that assumed a certain degree of literacy in his audience.He could coax performances beyond the call of duty from previously unsuspected sources viz:- Dirk Bogarde in "Libel" and Paul Massey in "Orders to kill". He is on safe ground with Rex Harrison and Ingrid Bergman but neither Jeanne Moreau,Shirley Maclaine nor George C.Scott are at their best. Alain Delon,at the peak of his beauty,photographs well but will not feel this movie has added to his reputation.Omar Sharif as usual gazes soulfully at the camera.Two years in from "Lawrence of Arabia" that's just about acceptable.Unfortunately 40 years later he's still doing it. Never in the history of movies has so much been owed to one role by one actor.Almost in passing Bergman manages to act him off the screen ,he is so outclassed I nearly felt sorry for him. The British contingent seem happiest with Mr Rattigan's dialogue. Although he never quite got round to creating believable working class speech-patterns he was on far surer ground with characters like the Marquess of Frinton especially if they were played by old friends like Rex Harrison who plays the cuckolded aristo as if to the Manor born. His beloved wife,for whom he buys the eponymous Rolls-Royce,is played by the remarkable Jeanne Moreau still fresh from her triumph in "Jules et Jim".She doesn't seem to believe in her character,perhaps doubting that any intelligent woman would prefer cipher Edmund Purdom to clever witty sexy and seriously rich Rex Harrison. In the second segment George C.Scott is an Italian-American gangster in Europe with fiancée Shirley Maclaine who sees the car and falls in love with it."My baby wants a Royce-Rolls - my baby gets a Royce-Rolls!" he declaims ,gurning furiously.He does a lot of that. Miss Maclaine also falls in love with gigolo Alain Delon,not so likely to be greeted approvingly by her affianced. Art Carney does a nice turn as her bodyguard/confidant but otherwise this is the least satisfying part of the film.I can't make up my mind as to whether Mr Rattigan can't write convincing dialogue for Americans or they can't speak his dialogue convincingly. Finally the bewitching Miss Bergman gets involved with partisans in the Balkans during world war two.She and Joyce Grenfell enjoy themselves hugely until Omar Sharif comes along to spoil it. It is beyond Puffin Asquith's powers of persuasion to get me to believe that Miss Bergman would fall for the cow-eyed one,even allowing for massive amounts of dramatic licence. Still,"It's only a movie,Ingrid",as Mr Hitchcock once said to her,and I don't suppose for a minute she took it very seriously.Nevertheless despite all this,"The yellow Rolls-Royce" falls nicely into my movie-going comfort zone.It has big names in sympathetic roles,first-class production values,lots of familiar supporting actors,its made with love and care by consummate professionals and if there is a sexier sound on this earth than Jeanne Moreau speaking English I have yet to hear it. Try to have a box of "Quality Street" handy when you watch it and you will extract the full benefit from "The yellow Rolls-Royce"experience.