A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Friday, September 8, 2023

The Best House in London (Philip Saville, 1969)

Joanna Pettet and David Hemmings in The Best House in London 

Cast: David Hemmings, Joanna Pettet, George Sanders, Dany Robin, Warren Mitchell, John Bird, William Rushton, Bill Fraser, Maurice Denham, Wolfe Morris, Martita Hunt, Marie Rogers. Screenplay: Dennis Norden. Cinematography: Alex Thomson. Production design: Wilfred Singleton. Film editing: Peter Tanner. Music: Mischa Spoliansky.

Is there anything worse than a sex comedy that's neither sexy nor funny? Well, maybe a sex comedy predicated in part on the toxically masculine idea that sex workers choose their occupation because of the sex and not because they need work -- in short, that any woman would become a prostitute if it just meant having a lot of sex all the time. Philip Saville's The Best House in London endorses that notion. Joanna Pettet plays Josephine Pacefoot, a character based on, or rather parodying, the real-life Josephine Butler, a 19th-century English social reformer who, in addition to campaigning for women's rights, sought an end to human trafficking. In the movie, her campaign is ridiculed: The women she's trying to take off the streets and tech marketable skills are recalcitrant, constantly slipping back into prostitution as easier, more lucrative, and from the film's point of view more fun, with the result that the streets of Victorian London are crowded with hookers. This plays into the schemes of Walter Leybourne (David Hemmings), who persuades the British Home Secretary (John Bird) to allow him to establish an opulent bordello that will cater to the cream of English society and thereby ease the street traffic. The brothel is an enormous success and thereby becomes a target for Pacefoot's campaign, in which she is aided by Benjamin Oakes (also Hemmings), who is serving as a sort of publicist for her cause. The inevitable clash between the brothel and the reformer, and between the two characters played by Hemmings, forms the main plot. But that story is overlaid with subplots, one about the secret parentage of Leybourne and Oakes -- the justification for the double casting of Hemmings is that they are secretly half brothers -- and another, almost unrelated to the rest of the film, about Leybourne's assisting a pioneering aeronaut, Count Pandolfo (Warren Mitchell), in the construction of a giant dirigible. Meanwhile, the film is littered with cameo appearances of eminent Victorians: Dickens, Tennyson, Swinburne, Elizabeth Barrett, Darwin, Oscar Wilde, Lord Alfred Douglas, and fictional ones like Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. (One of the few successful jokes in the film comes as invitations to the brothel opening are being sent out; when Dr. Jekyll's name comes up, someone says they'd better send him two.) The movie is cavalier about chronology: It doesn't seem to matter, for example, that Lord Alfred Douglas was born in 1870, the year that Dickens died. Still, the messiness of the plotting and insouciance about history matter less in the end than the fact that most of the comedy falls flat, the sex is of the nudge-nudge, wink-wink order, and the underlying premise of the film is distasteful.


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