Monday, 15 February 2016


Love on the Dole (1940)


"Ah’m supposed to be a man, Ah am … Well, luk at me!” He held out his hands, tears shone in his eyes.  
 
 
The recent DVD release of Love on the Dole makes a welcome addition to the film libraries of fans of British cinema. The reappearance of films such as Love on the Dole and There Ain’t No Justice  helps the viewer understand how some of the most important authors of the 1930s saw their work translated to the screen. Walter Greenwood’s 1932 novel told the story of the Hardcastle family and their struggles with industrial stagnation and slump in the late 1920s and early 1930s. Head of the house is Mr Hardcastle (George Carney) - a miner working a three day week - and his wife (Mary Merrall):
 

... then there are the two children, factory girl Sally (Deborah Kerr in her second film and her first starring role) ...


... and factory apprentice Harry (Geoffrey Hibbert):

Harry has a girlfriend Helen (Joyce Howard) who endures a sad life as the daughter of drunken parents whose arguing, fighting and loud sex dominates her world.

Sally Hardcastle is the object of affection for many of the men in the area, yet gives her heart to Larry Meath (Clifford Evans) an industrially and politically aspirational man. He's an outsider, a Welshman who works hard both to better himself and to improve the lives of those he lives among. As a forward-thinking young engineer, it's a  type that Evans played again in The Foreman Went to France three years later.
Clifford Evans & Deborah Kerr
The book’s presentation of perpetual poverty, a cycle of desperation and unfulfilled dreams, that saw people grow old before their time as they struggled to eat, keep a roof over their heads and bring up their children, was controversial in its day but made a significant contribution to the wider understanding of the day-to-day realities of working people in highly industrialised areas. The looks of desperate envy on the faces of the crowd as Harry wins £22 on a horserace tell the viewer everything they need to know about their lives. These are men for whom a few pennies for a bet or a pint of beer are a luxury and whose dreams of holidays, new clothes or a home of their own are mere flights of fancy:

 
Here at ‘Rank & File’ we like to examine areas of film making that are perhaps neglected by others. And in that spirit, we give you our take on the film and how it was translated from page to screen, through a medium that is often overlooked: male costumes.

Central to both book and film is the story of Harry Hardcastle’s (Geoffrey Hibbert) suit. Both book and film open with scenes set in a pawnbroker’s shop as local women  queue to bring in the suits belonging to their sons, husbands and lodgers:

The message is clear: for the working man, suits are only for weekends. Taken out of ‘hock’ on payday, then returned after the brief day and a half interlude of leisure, the suit is the thing of dreams. In the book Greenwood devotes the entirety of chapter 4 to Harry’s dreams of finally acquiring a suit. He wants: “A new suit; a proper new suit; one made to special measurements, shaped at the waist, not a reach-me-down that fitted like a sack.” He imagines himself wearing blue serge that “embraced him, creaseless, precise.”

"The question of a new suit became an obsession. He dreamed on it; wore it so often in fancy that, on waking of a Sunday morning, he was fully convinced that it hung behind the bedroom’s curtained-off alcove which served as a wardrobe. It wasn’t there. What met his eyes when he opened them was grim reality decorating the bed-end, those wretche reach-me-downs bought second-hand from an auction at the Flat Iron Market. Sulkily he would rise.”

“Please God let th’ old man get me that there suit. Ah ain’t ne’er had a proper un.”
This pursuit of a modern three-piece suit is all-consuming: for Harry it was a giant leap to move from a shop job, where he was still dressed as a child, to the factory where he was among men and dressed the part – complete with the working-class uniform of flat cap and where mercerised cotton scarf. Greenwood’s novel makes a number of references to Harry’s white scarf: by referring to it as being mercerised cotton (a process in which the cotton is treated to reduce creasing, giving it a sheen making the scarf appear almost silk like) the reader is forced to understand that silk is beyond the means of Harry and his like:
Geoffrey Hibbert
For those more familiar with the book’s setting in North-West England’s industrial heartland, both the cotton and the treatment process are highly relevant: cotton mills were a mainstay of Lancashire’s industry and the process of mercerisation was first developed there. It was widely used alongside similar processes as, such as ‘Tebilization’ and’ Sanforisation’, in particular by Tootal, a local company that turned out affordable scarves in the millions, dressing the necks of a generation of British working men.

When Harry is finally able to purchase a new suit it is only through the assistance of his mother who finally agrees to make a hire-purchase arrangement with a clothing club. To get a suit he needs to give his father’s occupation, length of tenancy at their home, name and address of his employers, how long he had worked there and in what position. Then they need to show rent and insurance books to prove the family are regular payers ... 

... meaning that for three shillings down, then three shillings a week for twenty weeks, his dream can finally be realised and the £3 made-to-measure suit can be finally be purchased.

In the book the reader is left to visualise the suit for themselves, yet film – as a visual medium – has to offer the viewer a this suit as a thing of wonder. Where words convey the sense of longer and the impact something as simple as buying clothes can have on a young man dreaming of a better future, in cinema it is necessary for a visual presentation of the suit. Interestingly, Greenwood makes no description of the suit itself, which is strange considering his emphasis on Harry’s scarf and the fact that it is a particular type of cotton. On screen his suit is a thing of wonder - broad shouldered, neatly ‘wasp waisted’, with multi-stripes, wide peak lapels, a fancy double-breasted waistcoat and wide trousers – it instantly sets him apart from his peers. It is modern, elegant and stylish, something that makes an immediate impact on the drab streets of his hometown.




 
In a nice visual gag, we see Harry take his girlfriend Helen (Joyce Howard) ...

... out onto the nearby hills. It's a place of escape from the dark and dingy city streets, where the people can engage with the natural world - other than dogs, pigeons and rats. When Harry lays down his handkerchief Helen thinks he has put it there to protect her from the damp earth - but no, it's to protect his beloved suit.


In the scenes when Harry goes to Blackpool with Helen, the film's costume designer gives him the perfect jacket for a young man in the 1930s who has just come into some money: a belt-back sports jacket:



Visually, the desperate pride that Harry takes in his suit, and his firm understanding of the sacrifices needed to be so well dressed, is contrasted to the way in which the film’s ‘wide boys’ and criminals are presented. Their fine clothes, and the ‘flash’ way their outfits are put together, introduce us to a word where the suit is a week-long badge of status within the community, not just something to be worn between Saturday lunchtime and Sunday night.
 
The outfit worn by local bookmaker, Sam Grundy, is described  by Greenwood in detail: “… a small fat man, broad set, with beady eyes, an apoplectic complexion … thumbs in his waistcoat pockets ...
Geoffrey Hibbert & Frank Cellier

... Preposterous-sized diamonds ornamented his thick fingers ...
Geoffrey Hibbert & Frank Cellier
... and a cable-like gold guard, further enhanced by a collection of gold pendants, spade guineas and Masonic emblems, hung heavily across his prominent stomach ...
Frank Cellier
... He chewed a match stalk; his billycock rested on the back of his head; he wore spats. Self-confidence and gross prosperity oozed from him.”

The suit worn by Sam's assistant (Philip Godfrey) is another cinematic 'wide boy' standard:




It's almost identical to the suit worn by Jack Livesey in 'Penny Paradise' and Sonnie Hale in 'The Gaunt Stranger'.
 
Also appearing are:
 
Charles Williams

John Slater

Mike Johnson

Kenneth Griffith (centre)

Yvonne Mitchell (right)
Love on the Dole is a film that, on its release had challenged audiences and yet has been largely forgotten, unlike its source novel that remains standard reading for anyone interested in 20th Century British working class literature. So its good to see the film available once more (i.e. you should buy the DVD):


 
 

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Murder in Soho (1939)
 
 
With it's opening montage of London scenes: Piccadilly Circus ...
 
...gamblers ...
 
... prostitutes ...
 
... and the inevitable drunks ...
 
... the audience is inevitably drawn into one of the city's more notorious quarters: Soho.
 
For so long a mecca for thrill seekers and a centre for criminality and prostitution, the Soho of the 1930s was a genuinely dangerous place. The sanitised version of the 21st Century is a far cry from the world where readers of the News of the World were treated to regular updates of the scandals lurking in the very heart of London. So it comes as no surprise that film makers would want a piece of the action - especially since the industry itself was based on Wardour Street which runs through the heart of the district.
 
Therefore, it comes as a surprise that this late thirties feature is something of a mixed bag. Yes, it's the story of an American gangster come nightclub owner (Jack La Rue) ...
Jack La Rue
... and comes complete with vicious sidekicks ...
Arthur O'Connell & Esmon Ryan
... and double-crossing villains ...
Francis Lister
... but the film seems uncertain of its direction. The villainy is acceptable by the period's standards but there is a heavy dose of humour running through the film, such as a recurring comedy drunk ...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
... and even a food fight featuring the comically named 'Miss East India Dock Road':
 
This dose of humour also includes Googie Withers in an early role as a comically tarty half of a duo of nightclub entertainers:
Googie Withers

James Hayter & Googie Withers
This emphasis on comedy certainly increases the entertainment levels but leaves one imaging what the filmmakers might have done with a genuinely gritty expose of Soho lowlifes of the interwar years. it also leaves a modern audience wondering whether the censors were sensitive about a graphic interpretation of the area.
 
The film's female lead is the wonderfully named Sandra Storme:
Jack La Rue & Sandra Storme


 
She made just five films between 1937 and 1937, then made two early TV movies (including a version of Patrick Hamilton's play Rope). She married in 1939 and appears to have stopped acting. In 1949 she married for a second time to a man with what appears to be the world's longest, and possibly most ridiculous, name: Richard Francis Roger Yarde-Buller, 4th Baron Churston of Churston Ferrers and Lupton.         
 
Also appearing are:
 
Bernard Lee
 
Drue Leyton
 
Martin Walker
 
Robert in his second onscreen appearance:
Robert Beatty & Sandra Storme
Despite the film's internal confusion over whether it wants to be a crime drama or a comedy, it is a very easy film to watch and is genuinely entertaining in a sort of 'lazy weekend' way.
 
It is currently available on DVD: