Monday, 21 April 2014

Tuesday 4 February 1964





I'll start off by saying that this is possibly my favourite episode of Steptoe and Son, thanks to its brilliant skewering of cinema culture in Britain at the time it was made.  If I ran a film studies course, this would be compulsory viewing.

The Steptoes are getting ready for an outing to the pictures.  Harold fetches his socks from the oven, where they've been drying, experiencing near-orgasmic pleasure as he pulls them on: "Sheer ecstasy... the magic of hot socks!"


We're also treated to an insight into Albert's wardrobe that black and white television wouldn't normally allow us, as his son scolds him for his inability to co-ordinate: "We do not wear our green and white spotted scarf with our blue tie with the jagged stripes on, do we?" Harold's appalled by Albert's view that it doesn't matter what he wears as he'll be in the dark anyway: "You might as well say there's no point washing any higher than the neck or any lower than the wrists.  The grimly inevitable response: "I haven't."


Harold's even more disgusted by the revelation that Albert's still wearing his pyjamas beneath his suit.  And a pair of thermal longjohns beneath those.  It's all justified by Steptoe Sr with the picturesque phrase "I'm colder than a penguin's chuff." (Looking at Harold's tie we may note that his clashing horizontal and vertical stripes aren't much better than what he criticised his father for).


The Steptoes' attempt to decide what to go and see gives us a decent snapshot of what cinemas had to offer in early 1964.  There's The Monster from the Black Bog, but Albert went to see that at a matinee during the week.  His description of it is such a vivid portrait of the reception of the endless cycle of British horror films being churned out at the time by Hammer and its imitators - and their often barely coherent plots- as well as of the contemporary experience of cinemagoing, that I'll quote it in full.

Albert: Cor, you should've heard those old birds screaming! Good film, though.  There was this great big thing about 200 foot high.  It rose out of the bog, all dripping with slime.  Radioactive, it was.  And it went through London, knocks the buildings down, and then it picks up this bird and bites her head off! Just like eating a jelly baby it was.  Talk about laugh!

Harold (drawn in, despite himself): Why was it radioactive?

Albert: Well, you see they'd been dumping atomic waste from the power station in the bog, and it brought him back to life.

Harold: How did it end?

Albert: I dunno.  Some silly old cow sitting next to me complained to the manager, and I got thrown out.

Harold: Thrown out?!

Albert: I didn't do anything! I dropped me glasses, that's all.  Skinny old legs she had, anyhow.  I'd sooner've had a go at the monster.



Jason and the Argonauts is on at the Majestic, but Albert's seen that too (Harold's not keen on the idea of him sneaking out to the pictures when he's meant to be working at the yard).  Albert wants to go and see Nudes of 1964 at the Argosy, but Harold swiftly vetoes it: "If you get thrown out of The Monster from the Black Bog, Lord knows what would happen if you got in there."

Harold explains that "For me the cinema is an art form, not a tawdry peepshow".  He decides they'll go and see Fellini's 8 1/2 at the Playhouse.  Albert finds it confusing before he's even got there: "Eight and a half? Eight and a half what?... Why eight and a half? Why not seven and three quarters?... Maybe it's his hat size."

The film comes highly recommended by Harold's favourite film critic, the Observer's Penelope Gilliatt ("I find her tastes and mine coincides all the time"), and besides, his a big fan of Federico Fellini ("Didn't he used to sing with Charlie Chester?" asks Albert). Albert's reluctant: he hates subtitles: "I go to the films to see a picture, not to read.  I can read here," but despite his initial reluctance ("I don't want to wear me glasses if I'm not seeing any crumpet") is prevailed upon to pick out a pair of specs from the huge, tangled mass he keeps in a drawer.


We head to the cinema - the poster for 8 1/2 juxtaposed with that of Nudes of 1964 next door (the imagery they use is pretty similar - intellectuals want to see crumpet too, it seems to imply, but they need to justify it by having it inserted into a meandering plot).



Albert feels no such need to justify his interest in looking at women's bodies.   "We are going to see Fellini's 8 1/2, Harold urges as his father stops for an ogle.  "I'd rather see her 48 1/2!" chortles the dirty old man.


As they queue, Albert annoys the other patrons by moaning about pretentious dream sequences in the arty films Harold's dragged him to in the past: "Oh no, not another one of them! Not another like Last Year at Marienbad.  That was another one of your dreams.  Even you didn't know what that was about... If they wanna experiment let them do it with their own money, not my 4/6."  Cheesed off with the rubbish he's been made to see, Albert waxes lyrical about the golden age of Hollywood, disgruntling the queue by launching into an impromptu Top Hat routine.  Still, he finds a kindred spirit in ticket clerk Damaris Hayman, who keenly shares his reminiscences of Lost Horizon and The Good Earth.


Albert continues to provide his son with maximum embarrassment when they get inside, loudly demanding to go to the loo, falling through his seat, loudly cleaning his glasses and necessitating several changes of where they sit


While Albert disturbs everyone in the theatre by going to get a drink (it turns out that even in the 60s cinemas were charging ludicrous prices for refreshments), Harold tries to get to know a young lady sat next to him - much to her boyfriend's dismay.


Albert's slurping and loud interruptions during the film provoke the ire of the man sitting behind the Steptoes, eventually leading to an auditorium-wide ruckus that sees the manager ejecting Harold for harrassing his female neighbour.  Albert is not kicked out, but decides to leave voluntarily.




Once they've left, Albert can't get in to see Nudes of 1964 fast enough.  Appalled at the behaviour of his "subhuman" father, Harold waits a few seconds, turns up his collar and follows the old man in - making sure he gets a seat on the other side of the cinema.


An acknowledgement in the end credits reveals that the actual soundtrack to 8 1/2 was used in the episode.  What's not revealed is the significance of the episode's title: is Sunday for Seven Days meant to echo the oblique titles of arthouse movies? Or am I missing something obvious? Write in if you've got any ideas.

Tonight's episode of The Plane Makers is one of the show's more business-focused instalments, which I tend to dread.  But thanks to a breezy script from Tony Williamson and some interesting character development, it's actually one of the most enjoyable episodes yet.



There's a flu bug flying around the Scott Furlong works, and Arthur Sugden's secretary Margie's been hit especially badly.  Arthur doesn't have time to notice, though - he's too busy running the business while John  Wilder's in Italy negotiating the sale of four Sovereign jets.


Things are due to get increasingly difficult for Arthur: the episode's title refers to the buyers' insistence that the Sovereign used for the demonstration flight be fitted with a new Mark 7 engine: which isn't due to be in production for another year or so .  Arthur's placed under enormous pressure to accomplish the seemingly impossible, within a week.  The first hurdle he faces is the workers, who need to be informed they'll have to rip out an engine they've just put in and replace it.  He leaves that task to hapless foreman Ted Castle (Charles Lamb).


Arthur himself requests that the less-than-impressed engineer, Dave Richards (Douglas Hayes) draft a completely new design within a couple of hours.


Meanwhile, Margie's getting worse: Wilder's secretary Kay Lingard takes charge, bustling her off home.  Arthur barely notices she's gone, he's too busy trying to negotiate with engine manufacturers Crane Wescott.  Their director Mr Lewis (Lloyd Lamble) insists it's no can do, as he's got his hands full - apparently with his secretary.



Arthur decides he'll have to pay a trip to Manchester himself to see the company's notoriously difficult boss, Sam Wescott.  Meanwhile, Kay's stepped into the breach to take Margie's place for a few days.  As she tells a distinctly nervous Arthur, "I've just told Mr Wilder on the phone that I'm keeping an eye on you.  He's only too delighted."


The workers are threatening to revolt over the mandatory overtime Arthur's imposed in order to get the new engine fitted in time, but he manages to defuse the situation by promising shop steward Jack Wilks (Douglas Blackwell) a new shift system will be implemented if the job goes according to plan.


As he reveals to Don Henderson (acting as Wilder's mouthpiece), Arthur is worried his boss has deliberately set him up as a scapegoat should the Italian deal fall through.  Don dismisses the notion, but suggests he should use the military version of the Sovereign - for which Crane Wescott expect to provide the engines as a weapon to get Sam Wescott to do what he wants.  Arthur, who knows full well that there isn't going to be a military version is horrified by the idea of being so deceptive, and even more uncomfortable when Don points out that it's exactly what Wilder would do.

One of the best things about the episode is its expansion of the character of Kay Lingard, who up to know has had little to do other than be super-efficient beneath an elaborate hairdo.  During her time working with Arthur the pair build up an unlikely but sweet friendship.  She accompanies him to Manchester, and on the way there is strangely dazzled by his tales of growing up in Ossett, near Wakefield - she's never been north of Birmingham: "I always get Yorkshire and Lancashire mixed up."  "You'd better not let them hear you say that at Old Trafford!"


George A Cooper plays Sam Wescott, who proves impervious to all Arthur's attempts at speeding up production on the Mark 7.  Arthur's fear that he's been set up as part of a devious Wilder plot grows when Sam reveals that he spoke to Wilder just a week before and there was no mention of the matter at all.


Arthur invites Wescott and Lewis to dinner at his hotel, in the hope that a deal could be worked out in more convivial surroundings.  Can he swing them with his idea of cutting out the lengthy testing process on the engine by doing it in the Sovereign itself (I know this all sounds pretty dull, but the whole thing moves along at a fair old clip).  Meanwhile, a flabbergasted Don Henderson receives a phone call from Wilder announcing, without explanation, that the new engines aren't required after all.  Henderson decides to postpone telling Arthur.


It's the audience's knowledge that Arthur doesn't need to get hold of the engine immediately after all that gives the remaining part of the episode its power.  As Sam and Arthur continue to debate the issue of the engine, Kay and Lewis go for a walk.  They both head to Kay's room, where she doesn't put up much resistance to Lewis' attempts to snog her.


Arthur, seeing them come down, asks Kay what's happened.  She's entirely blasé about Lewis's advances, but Arthur's absolutely horrified.  Confronting Lewis about it, and threatening to tell Sam, all he gets is the man's scorn for being so naive about the way business is done.  Realising what he's dealing with, Arthur decides it's time the gloves were off, and informs Wescott that if he doesn't get the engine straight away, the contract for the military Sovereign's engines will be awarded to someone else.  It works, of course.


In the train on the way back, Arthur's in turmoil about the Wilderesque deception he's pulled, and also about Kay being subjected to Lewis's filthy pawing.  Turns out Arthur's even more naive than he thought: Kay calmly explains that she's entirely used to that sort of thing, just seeing it as a necessary part of the job.  This final scene seems chilling now not so much because that sort of thing's so much more widely condemned these days, but because of the likelihood that, nonetheless, it's still going on.


Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Friday 31 January 1964



In a dingy alley adjacent to the Green Man pub on the Old Brompton Road, an old woman (Marie Hopps) sits slumped against the wall, her clothes conspicuously swanky for an old drunk.  She's approached by a rotund figure that would later become instantly familiar to viewers of The Avengers' final series, that of actor Patrick Newell.  The man surreptitiously places something in the woman's handbag, and then hurriedly conceals himself on hearing a noise.  A shabby Irishman (Liam Redmond) now appears on the scene, and after a preliminary enquiry into the woman's health, deftly snatches her bag (in the unlikely event you're wondering, the tatty poster on the wall is for Between Time and Eternity, a West German film from 1959 starring The Sentimental Agent's Carlos Thompson).  As the other man shambles off after the thief, the old woman emits a loud snort, and expires.



We learn from Inspector Rose that the dead woman was Lady Geraldine Mosher, the very wealthy widow of an eminent historian.  How this upstanding citizen happened to become so much the opposite is a mystery, which deepens when Sergeant Swift learns that, despite the conspicuous amount of alcohol in her body, she was not an old soak but a campaigner against the evils of booze.  In recent months she'd been in the habit of drawing out large sums of cash, but nobody knows what she did with any of it.

Meanwhile, Alice Brand (whose relationship with her husband is fast decaying as her relationship with Swift continues to heat up) is working on an article about the job prospects of ex-convicts.  To this end she's sitting in on an interview held by an employment officer (Gerald Sim) - whose client happens to be the bag snatcher we saw earlier on.  Mr Swallow, for that is his name, has been regularly in and out of prison since he was demobbed after the war.  He's desperate to find gainful employment, but sadly there's nothing on offer for him.


Alice thinks she might be able to put some money Swallow's way by getting him to collaborate with her on her article, but before she has a chance to approach him he's been offered another job - by the same man who followed him earlier on.  This fellow, who goes by the name of Lucian Claud, is chair of the British Spiritualist Society, and when he's not performing nefarious deeds on old ladies in alleyways he's fleecing them out of money by pretending to get messages from their dead relatives.  For reasons related entirely to the contents of Swallow's suitcase, he invites the overjoyed ex-con to keep house for him.  As the employment officer puts it to Alice: "He's working as a house servant for a bachelor in Kensington... yes, it does seem rather a change, doesn't it?"


After showing Swallow to his new quarters, Claud waddles off to meet a new client, Mrs Lamp (Noel Hood), hoping to get in touch with her recently deceased son.  Derek Bennett's direction makes the most of Claud's plethora of mediumistic tricks (spooky voices, revolving walls, etc), by superimposing a close-up of Claud's face, supposedly in a trance state, over a longer shot of he and Mrs Lamp at the table: the effect's brilliantly spooky.  I'm not show if the fluid Patrick Newell's face is drenched in is meant to be sweat or ectoplasm: either way it's very disturbing.  Having come to pay Swallow a visit and secure his aid, Alice learns he believes fully in what Claud's up to, and is terrified of the spirits the corpulent conman supposedly evokes.





The spooky atmosphere's unexpectedly but hilariously cut through by the unsympathetic Mrs Lamp's no-nonsense attitude toward the son she believes she's talking to.  The spooky voice (is it meant to be Claud's or is there supposed to be an accomplice off-stage somewhere? It's never made clear) complains of the difficult transition to the spirit world, only to be told he just needs to get used to it and stop being a baby.  Writer Marc Brandel has created a delicious character in Mrs Lamp, based on the highly original and very funny premise of someone with a firm belief in the spirits of the dead taking the lack of evidence of their activity to simply mean that death has made them all lazy, and they need to buck their ideas up.  She insists her son should make use of his ethereal state to get her inside information on the stock market: "It's about time he made himself useful!" And frustratingly for Claud, the demands the "spirit" makes that Mrs Lamp helps him by donating huge sums of money to the spiritualists falls foul of her belief that people must help themselves.  Claud is, to say the least, taken aback.


Alice offers Swallow £2 for his time, but turns out only to have a fiver on her.  He cheerily offers to change it, producing (for the camera's benefit) an enormous wad of cash that can surely only have come from one place...


At the station, Rose good-humouredly chaffs Swift about wearing the bow tie Alice bought for his birthday.  The inspector's full of indulgent chortles about his subordinate's relationship with Mrs Brand, but he must surely be aware that it's not going to end well.


Swift calls on Alice to take her out, but the flowers he brings her were bought in the course of his investigations: the florist received one of the notes stolen from Lady Geraldine Mosher, and Alice has been pinpointed as its source.  When Alice proves evasive about where the note might have come from Swift cancels their evening out and heads off to arrest Swallow, having read about him during a nose at Alice's unfinished article.

Searching Swallow's suitcase, Swift finds various items including a bag of sweets and a suicide note, purportedly from Lady Mosher.  Later, Rose is delighted to find the sweets - they're his favourite kind of chocolate liqueur, and he merrily polishes them off ("Finders, keepers!").



Although William Mervyn's the first-credited member of the cast (and the show's credits revolve around the emblem of the rose), Inspector Rose has been kept largely in the background so far, so it's wonderful seeing him come to the fore as the episode progresses, particularly as we find the normally terribly self-assured Rose subjected to a number of indignities.  First, he has to listen to a subordinate reading out the testimony of a cab driver who received another stolen note: the gentleman who gave it to him was "About 50 years old... bald, stout, seemed very pleased with himself.  I think he was a bit tiddly, he kept telling me terrible jokes in rather a pompous manner."  The cab was parked outside Rose's club, and the inspector's face on realising who the fare was is a picture: "In rather a pompous manner?!"


The note Rose gave the driver was one he'd won from Anthony Brand at a game of bridge, Brand in turn having been given it by Alice.  So much is clear, but whilst interviewing Swallow rose suddenly begins to feel queasy... and only then learns the origin of the chocs he wolfed down.  Twigging why Lady Mosher had alcohol in her body, Rose asks Swift, as politely as circumstances allow, to get him a doctor immediately.


Alice has made some deductions of her own that have led her to the conclusion Claud killed Lady Mosher, and she foolhardily visits the charlatan in the guise of someone seeking contact with a dead relative - only to announce it's Lady Mosher she wishes to speak to.


Quite how Alice expected this all to end is unclear - in actual fact she ends up bound and gagged, only rescued by Swift when  he turns up to arrest Claud just before he scarpers.  The professional busybody's attitude to her knight in shining armour is not the most welcoming: "Will you please stop rescuing me?"


We end with Rose recovering in hospital, a considerate Swift bringing him grapes.  Turns out Alice has given testimony which has got Swallow off the hook for any wrongdoing.


Wake the Dead is splendidly odd stuff, though the scene with Mrs Lamp suggests great potential for a one-off black comedy about spiritualism (maybe an episode of Armchair Theatre), and it seems a shame it had be squeezed (somewhat awkwardly) into a detective show format - even the format of a detective show as idiosyncratic as It's Dark Outside.