Showing posts with label Peter Yates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Yates. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 July 2022

One Way Pendulum - 1964 film review


When I was a student, especially in my first couple of years before the shadow of Finals loomed, I set about expanding my reading and trying to broaden my cultural awareness (the latter is still a work in progress after all these years, but I haven't given up trying!). Oddly, perhaps, I read very little crime. Among many other things, I was keen on Theatre of the Absurd, the subject of an excellent book by Martin Esslin, and went to see plays such as A Resounding Tinkle, by N.F. Simpson, a playwright I really enjoyed. 

Now, after all these years, thanks to Talking Pictures TV, I've seen the film version of Simpson's most famous play, One Way Pendulum. The director was Peter Yates, who became much better-known for films like Robbery, Bullitt, The Friends of Eddie Coyle, and The Deep. It's fair to say that this movie was not a great commercial success, but I think he made a pretty good job of filming a play that many might think was almost unfilmable.

The film covers a Saturday afternoon in the life of the Groomkirby family, for whom the description 'eccentric' is hardly adequate. Mr Groomkirby (Eric Sykes) build his own version of the Old Bailey in his modest home, while his wife (Alison Leggett) makes so much food that she hires Mrs Gantry (Peggy Mount) to eat it all up to ensure there are no leftovers. Their daughter Sylvia (Julia Foster) is fascinated by apes, and worried that her arms aren't long enough, much to the bemusement of her boyfriend Stan (Kenneth Farrington), one of the very few 'normal' people in the story. 

As for young Kirby Groomkirby (Jonathan Miller), he seems amiable enough but is clearly disturbed in some way and concentrates his energies on training speak-your-weight machines which he has stolen to sing the 'Hallelujah Chorus'. His father becomes embroiled in a fantasy trial of Kirby for mass murder, which is presided over by a judge, played by Douglas Wilmer, better known for his excellent portrayal of Sherlock Holmes at much the same time. There are some funny lines, and although the film misfires, it isn't hard to see in Simpson's work some of the ingredients that would soon make Monty Python's Flying Circus such an iconic show. 

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

The House on Carroll Street


The House on Carroll Street is an enjoyable film, directed by Peter Yates, and starring Kelly McGillis. It’s set in the America of the early 50s, and kicks off with the McGillis character, Emily Crane, being interrogated relentlessly by an un-American Activities committee because of her idealistic attachment to civil liberties. The bad guy is rather charmingly played by Mandy Patinkin, better known to me as a singer.

Emily loses her job, and takes up a rather thankless task, reading to a woman whose sight is failing. But she then overhears (rather conveniently, I felt – this was a rather clunky part of the plot) a conversation which incriminates Patinkin’s character. She befriends an illegal immigrant, who is soon murdered to ensure his silence about the conspiracy in which he’s embroiled.

Emily is pursued by the FBI, but one of her pursuers takes a liking to her, and they become lovers. It turns out that the US government is involved in shipping Nazi scientists into the country under false identities – but the real question is whether Emily can do anything about it.

The period detail seemed to me to be very well handled, and the pacing was pretty good. The story-line was okay without being brilliant, but I did think that McGillis was absolutely excellent. Her performance lifts the whole film, which culminates in a very good scene at Grand Central Station. Well worth watching.