A Canterbury Tale.
This is one of the lesser-known works by Powell and Pressburger, well heard of by me at the very least. Therefore, when I heard about it being regarded as worthy of a look, I made a point of watching it (thanks to the BFI season of Powell and Pressburger films). BFI certainly deserve a mention for showing movies that perhaps don't get the airtime they would otherwise deserve.
It is a minor classic; close to but in the somehow not quite being an outright classic. There are very fine moments of inspirational greatness that would have hit home hard with an audience in 1944. Even today I suspect it would stir a patriotic feeling or two even in the most cynical of hearts. Yet apparently, reception was mixed at the time towards the film as wartime audiences did not turn out in particularly large numbers to watch it.
From the occasionally ambiguous distance of time, it is not so easy to see why it should not have been a major success. It had an epic scale with poignant humane stories woven throughout it. The script might, perhaps at least not be quite as sharp as you would like, although that may just be from a modern perspective only. The acting overall is certainly good enough. It is natural and likeable even with sometimes and deliberately unknown actors cast in some important roles. The main story however is certainly a little bizarre and the plotting is sometimes handled awkwardly; maybe one reason why the film was not quite as well received at the time. The main plot does have an eccentricity to it, while any overt jeopardy is limited in the main story. The second world war is there subtly informing everything, even if the film is very gentle but clear in its use of propaganda.
This film refers to an Englishness, and perhaps more slightly more loosely a Britishness, that doesn't quite exist today. Its religious overtones, I imagine will not have quite the same immediate power too most of those watching in the audience today. There is also the love of a particularly rustic ancient traditional countryside; already dying by the time of the second world war. There are eccentric countryside folks; and the sense as you might imagine from the title of the film, that this is a 'modernised' version of a traditional English pilgrimage. This is very much the defence of Christian countries against the actual terror that fascism will bring. This pilgrimage is one that even attracts an American GI to a generally romanticised version of a Christian England.
Describing the background of the story first is I believe important, because the power of the story comes from understanding what this film might have meant at the time to people, and why that context is so important to its narrative. The film does deliver in its most powerful moments because it assumes (probably correctly) you have been seduced by the overall mood and atmosphere that has been carefully created. Unfortunately, this is an occasionally uneven film; perhaps not that far behind 'A matter of life and Death' by the same directors; a film that is still considered the highwater mark, of just about any director's output.
The story comes about when an American GI (John Sweet) gets of the train at the wrong stop. He is meant to go all the way to Canterbury. At the village he alights upon, he meets a British soldier (Dennis Price), and a woman by the name of Alison Smith (Sheila Sims). They try to find a place to stay at night when she is assaulted by someone who pours glue in her hair. They end up following a suspect into a villager's home. The house dwellers don't suspect anything, although there is an upstairs to it where a justice of the peace appears to have an office. The JP is played by Eric Portman, who is sat behind a desk when questioned by Alison Smith and the others. When the others go to a nearby inn to go to bed, Alison Smith notices a cupboard in the office which houses a British army uniform, that looks very recently worn. Therefore, unmistakeably pointing towards the JP. She doesn't really question him on the issue at that time, and the film surprisingly at the time makes rather little deal about it. They eventually gain more evidence that the JP has committed the crime. He has at it happens committed it for bizarre reasons; something to do with forcing attractive women to leave the village so more men can come to his lectures. They all however soon end up in Canterbury via their analogous kind of pilgrimage. Here they receive mixed fortunes in the news they are about to hear. In the case of Smith's and the American's soldiers they have good news. Dennis Price's British soldier ends up playing a magnificent organ (please don't) in Canterbury cathedral, which as a church organist in pre-war life is obviously a tremendous honour. Eric Portman as the guilty JP, does not get arrested by the police as he surely should have been. He however was probably about to ask Alison to marry him, but is thwarted by the shock news that Alison's loved one is alive. He therefore leaves Alison without explanation when her back is momentarily turned. She is absolutely astonished to see that he has disappeared.
As you can see from the above, this is a difficult film to sum up in terms of its plotting. The film works surprisingly well in terms of its complex plotting; even if I found several of the story elements strange, or unconvincing.
The most obvious anomaly is the treatment of the JP, who after combined detective work by the protagonists' is not reported to the police. His behaviour of pouring glue down women's hair would be treated by modern eyes as very weird and disturbing. It might have been seen to contain a sexually motivated element, and yet paradoxically the hair glue attacks, because they are treated as a nuisance, means the film I think loses a vital sense of jeopardy. In a modern film this plot point would have likely been the pre-cursor to that of a serial killer, or a potential rapist! (very difficult territory at that time, admittedly.) At the time this behaviour while unusual is obviously treated as something as an unpleasant nuisance rather than sinister.
Eric Portman's suspicious performance as the JP is somewhat jarring in the film. It feels like his part should have been that of an enemy spy, rather than an iffy JP with a disturbing pattern of behaviour that doesn't lead to anything more serious. It however does appear that the film requires his dark undertone to undercut the overall optimism in the film becoming too much. It still feels like an off-key performance, that probably belongs in a different movie.
There are digressions in this film with local people playing some of the more eccentric village characters, and Charles Hawtrey of very bespectacled Carry on fame, turns up as a station porter. Those characters are probably there to represent an England under threat should the Nazi's win of losing these overall decent people.
The film never feels like it is meandering though, there is a mock children's battle which is beautifully realised; with a small child pointedly crying at the noise of it all. Is he crying for comic relief in the film, or perhaps underlying a more serious point about war and the pain it causes? With what is currently happening in Gaza, Israel, and Ukraine, this seems like a relevant and deeply poignant question.
The ending is very nicely tied up in Canterbury and contains almost all the most powerful scenes in the film. The sound of Onward Christian soldiers sang by the congregation at a service is extraordinarily poignant. These are scenes of intense power, with the cinematography occasionally saturating the screen with painterly like imagery. It is almost as if a sense of power, of a godlike presence is present in that scene. This is a 'Christian' England and America as represented by the GI on a holy pilgrimage or about to embark on a holy crusade to rid the world of the Nazi's. This film it is worth noting was probably made during 1943 and just released in 1944 before the forthcoming invasion of Europe.
It's an unwieldy film even so, yet it does have beautiful individual scenes with in it. The start of the film has a jump shot of a hawk morphing into a spitfire to create a jump from the medieval age to the second world war. It creates a sense of continuity, and of people bracing themselves be resolute in the face of the enemy.
It maybe that I have been more negative about this film in this review, than I do actually feel about the film whilst I was watching it. I was never bored. It moved at a good pace. It was also a nicely judged idea to bring the Canterbury tales ambience into the backdrop of the second world war. There is perhaps a tad too much of the propaganda element evident, although it never becomes a real problem. It does however feel quite strange in a story that is perhaps on the face of it ill-suited to propaganda, or perhaps the propaganda is not quite done as well as it could have been in a way to suit this film. The real problem maybe with this film is the fact it is hung around the plot of the hair glue antagonist. It just doesn't quite feel right, and it probably is unnecessary as well. There did need to be jeopardy in the film, but that story line doesn't create quite enough.
Instead, the film shows real jeopardy when portraying the bomb damage caused to Canterbury which apparently was real damage caused by the Luftwaffe. This would (bombing at least) certainly have been in the minds of most people who watched this film in 1944. It's however a strange film and a difficult film to categorise. It appears of its time, partly because its deliberately made for the sensitivity of a particular time, and that does create moments of great depth. I still have the overall feeling of being a very distant observer to this strange and difficult time, as represented in.
This is one of the lesser-known works by Powell and Pressburger, well heard of by me at the very least. Therefore, when I heard about it being regarded as worthy of a look, I made a point of watching it (thanks to the BFI season of Powell and Pressburger films). BFI certainly deserve a mention for showing movies that perhaps don't get the airtime they would otherwise deserve.
It is a minor classic; close to but in the somehow not quite being an outright classic. There are very fine moments of inspirational greatness that would have hit home hard with an audience in 1944. Even today I suspect it would stir a patriotic feeling or two even in the most cynical of hearts. Yet apparently, reception was mixed at the time towards the film as wartime audiences did not turn out in particularly large numbers to watch it.
From the occasionally ambiguous distance of time, it is not so easy to see why it should not have been a major success. It had an epic scale with poignant humane stories woven throughout it. The script might, perhaps at least not be quite as sharp as you would like, although that may just be from a modern perspective only. The acting overall is certainly good enough. It is natural and likeable even with sometimes and deliberately unknown actors cast in some important roles. The main story however is certainly a little bizarre and the plotting is sometimes handled awkwardly; maybe one reason why the film was not quite as well received at the time. The main plot does have an eccentricity to it, while any overt jeopardy is limited in the main story. The second world war is there subtly informing everything, even if the film is very gentle but clear in its use of propaganda.
This film refers to an Englishness, and perhaps more slightly more loosely a Britishness, that doesn't quite exist today. Its religious overtones, I imagine will not have quite the same immediate power too most of those watching in the audience today. There is also the love of a particularly rustic ancient traditional countryside; already dying by the time of the second world war. There are eccentric countryside folks; and the sense as you might imagine from the title of the film, that this is a 'modernised' version of a traditional English pilgrimage. This is very much the defence of Christian countries against the actual terror that fascism will bring. This pilgrimage is one that even attracts an American GI to a generally romanticised version of a Christian England.
Describing the background of the story first is I believe important, because the power of the story comes from understanding what this film might have meant at the time to people, and why that context is so important to its narrative. The film does deliver in its most powerful moments because it assumes (probably correctly) you have been seduced by the overall mood and atmosphere that has been carefully created. Unfortunately, this is an occasionally uneven film; perhaps not that far behind 'A matter of life and Death' by the same directors; a film that is still considered the highwater mark, of just about any director's output.
The story comes about when an American GI (John Sweet) gets of the train at the wrong stop. He is meant to go all the way to Canterbury. At the village he alights upon, he meets a British soldier (Dennis Price), and a woman by the name of Alison Smith (Sheila Sims). They try to find a place to stay at night when she is assaulted by someone who pours glue in her hair. They end up following a suspect into a villager's home. The house dwellers don't suspect anything, although there is an upstairs to it where a justice of the peace appears to have an office. The JP is played by Eric Portman, who is sat behind a desk when questioned by Alison Smith and the others. When the others go to a nearby inn to go to bed, Alison Smith notices a cupboard in the office which houses a British army uniform, that looks very recently worn. Therefore, unmistakeably pointing towards the JP. She doesn't really question him on the issue at that time, and the film surprisingly at the time makes rather little deal about it. They eventually gain more evidence that the JP has committed the crime. He has at it happens committed it for bizarre reasons; something to do with forcing attractive women to leave the village so more men can come to his lectures. They all however soon end up in Canterbury via their analogous kind of pilgrimage. Here they receive mixed fortunes in the news they are about to hear. In the case of Smith's and the American's soldiers they have good news. Dennis Price's British soldier ends up playing a magnificent organ (please don't) in Canterbury cathedral, which as a church organist in pre-war life is obviously a tremendous honour. Eric Portman as the guilty JP, does not get arrested by the police as he surely should have been. He however was probably about to ask Alison to marry him, but is thwarted by the shock news that Alison's loved one is alive. He therefore leaves Alison without explanation when her back is momentarily turned. She is absolutely astonished to see that he has disappeared.
As you can see from the above, this is a difficult film to sum up in terms of its plotting. The film works surprisingly well in terms of its complex plotting; even if I found several of the story elements strange, or unconvincing.
The most obvious anomaly is the treatment of the JP, who after combined detective work by the protagonists' is not reported to the police. His behaviour of pouring glue down women's hair would be treated by modern eyes as very weird and disturbing. It might have been seen to contain a sexually motivated element, and yet paradoxically the hair glue attacks, because they are treated as a nuisance, means the film I think loses a vital sense of jeopardy. In a modern film this plot point would have likely been the pre-cursor to that of a serial killer, or a potential rapist! (very difficult territory at that time, admittedly.) At the time this behaviour while unusual is obviously treated as something as an unpleasant nuisance rather than sinister.
Eric Portman's suspicious performance as the JP is somewhat jarring in the film. It feels like his part should have been that of an enemy spy, rather than an iffy JP with a disturbing pattern of behaviour that doesn't lead to anything more serious. It however does appear that the film requires his dark undertone to undercut the overall optimism in the film becoming too much. It still feels like an off-key performance, that probably belongs in a different movie.
There are digressions in this film with local people playing some of the more eccentric village characters, and Charles Hawtrey of very bespectacled Carry on fame, turns up as a station porter. Those characters are probably there to represent an England under threat should the Nazi's win of losing these overall decent people.
The film never feels like it is meandering though, there is a mock children's battle which is beautifully realised; with a small child pointedly crying at the noise of it all. Is he crying for comic relief in the film, or perhaps underlying a more serious point about war and the pain it causes? With what is currently happening in Gaza, Israel, and Ukraine, this seems like a relevant and deeply poignant question.
The ending is very nicely tied up in Canterbury and contains almost all the most powerful scenes in the film. The sound of Onward Christian soldiers sang by the congregation at a service is extraordinarily poignant. These are scenes of intense power, with the cinematography occasionally saturating the screen with painterly like imagery. It is almost as if a sense of power, of a godlike presence is present in that scene. This is a 'Christian' England and America as represented by the GI on a holy pilgrimage or about to embark on a holy crusade to rid the world of the Nazi's. This film it is worth noting was probably made during 1943 and just released in 1944 before the forthcoming invasion of Europe.
It's an unwieldy film even so, yet it does have beautiful individual scenes with in it. The start of the film has a jump shot of a hawk morphing into a spitfire to create a jump from the medieval age to the second world war. It creates a sense of continuity, and of people bracing themselves be resolute in the face of the enemy.
It maybe that I have been more negative about this film in this review, than I do actually feel about the film whilst I was watching it. I was never bored. It moved at a good pace. It was also a nicely judged idea to bring the Canterbury tales ambience into the backdrop of the second world war. There is perhaps a tad too much of the propaganda element evident, although it never becomes a real problem. It does however feel quite strange in a story that is perhaps on the face of it ill-suited to propaganda, or perhaps the propaganda is not quite done as well as it could have been in a way to suit this film. The real problem maybe with this film is the fact it is hung around the plot of the hair glue antagonist. It just doesn't quite feel right, and it probably is unnecessary as well. There did need to be jeopardy in the film, but that story line doesn't create quite enough.
Instead, the film shows real jeopardy when portraying the bomb damage caused to Canterbury which apparently was real damage caused by the Luftwaffe. This would (bombing at least) certainly have been in the minds of most people who watched this film in 1944. It's however a strange film and a difficult film to categorise. It appears of its time, partly because its deliberately made for the sensitivity of a particular time, and that does create moments of great depth. I still have the overall feeling of being a very distant observer to this strange and difficult time, as represented in.
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