Hugo Haas yet again plays the downtrodden man, Marko who is in search of his lost gold mine. He hires Ray (John Agar) to help locate the gold, and filling out the triangle is the cherub-cheeked blonde Cleo Moore as Peggy who winds up marrying the Balkan blowhard for his gold while tantalizing the younger and desiring Ray.
Marko tries to figure out various ways of getting rid of his partner in order to keep all the loot! He even uses Peggy as bait, as part of his tricks to arouse their attraction giving him a reason to shoot Ray. Great prologue delivered by Sir Cedric Hardwick as the Devil… in this ironic light mystery directed by Haas.
Peggy (talking about Ray's dog–"Oh Mike"¦ Isn't he beautiful? Ooh, what a pair of eyes!”
Ray Brighton-(staring at Peggy like a sirloin steak) “Yeah"¦ what a pair of"¦(pause) eyes"¦”
“I was born a character actor. I was never really a leading man type.” –Burgess Meredith
Oliver Burgess Meredith
WHAT A CHARACTER! BLOGATHON 2014
It’s here again! The most fabulous blogathon honoring those unsung stars that add that certain singular glimmer to either the cinematic sphere or the small screen sky–The character actors we’ve grown to love and follow adoringly. Thanks so much to Aurora at Once Upon A Screen, Outspoken & Freckled, and Paula’s Cinema Club for hosting such a marvelous tribute once again!
This post’s title comes from the opening narrative for Rod Serling’s favorite Twilight Zone episode “Time Enough At Last.” ‘Witness Mr. Henry Bemis, a charter member in the fraternity of dreamers’ From Season 1 episode 8 which aired on November 20th, 1959.
Directed by John Brahm, “Time Enough At Last” tells the story of a little bespectacled bibliophile bank teller named Henry Bemis, a bookworm, a slave to the iron-fisted hand of time and all its dreary inescapable obligatory scars and yearnings.
Browbeaten by his wife, boss, and even the public at large who see him as an outcast because of his ravenous appetite to read books! Henry can’t even sneak away to read a newspaper during work hours. He’s forced to resort to studying the labels on condiment bottles. She won’t even let him read the ketchup. His harpy of a wife Helen ( Jacqueline deWit) even blackens in the lines of his books at home, calling it “doggerel“– One day as fate would have it, he steals away to the basement vault of the bank to catch up on his beloved preoccupation, when –as many Twilight Zone episodes had been infused with a dose of Rod Serling’s nihilism (as much as there is his hopeful message), the feared 50’s bomb annihilates our vision of the world that was swarming just a few moments before. Suddenly poor Henry seems to be the last man on earth. But wait… perhaps not poor Henry.
As he stumbles through the debris and carefully placed set pieces– the remnants of man’s destructive force, Henry comes upon the city’s public library filled with BOOKS!!! Glorious books…
While he must struggle against the approaching loneliness of the bleak future ahead, he begins to see the possibility of a new world where he could dream, and wander through so many scrawled worlds. Already an outsider he could finally live a life free to be as his boss rebuked him, a “reader.’
Henry starts to amass various piles of selected readings. There was time now. Time enough, at last, to read every word on the written page without interruption, interference, or judgment.
Yet…fate once again waves her fickle finger via The Twilight Zone and leaves bewildered Henry without his much-needed glasses, now they have fallen on the great stone steps, crushed by Henry’s own feet. As with every role Meredith brings to life the character of Henry Bemis with so much mirth and pathos.
He’s always just a bit peculiar, idiosyncratic, eccentric, lyrical, salty, sometimes irascible, but always captivating and distinctive, His voice, his persona, his look, his style… Burgess Meredith could always play the Henry Bemises of the world and grab our hearts because he has that rare quality of being so damn genuine.
Let’s face it even when the prolific Burgess Meredithis playing a cackling penguin– nemesis to the caped crusader Batman or the devil himself (alias the dapper and eccentric Charles Chazen with Mortimer the canary and his black and white cat Jezebel in tow) in The Sentinel 1977 based on the novel by Jeffrey Konvitz and directed by Michael Winner–he’s lovable!
He always manages to just light me up. Ebullient, mischievous, and intellectually charming, a little impish, a dash of irresolute cynicism wavering between lyrical sentimentalism. He’s got this way of reaching in and grabbing the thinking person’s heart by the head and spinning it around in dazzling circles with his marvelously characteristic voice. A mellifluous tone was used often to narrate throughout his career. (I smile even at the simplest nostalgic memory like his work on television commercials, as a kid growing up in the 60s and early 70s I fondly remember his voice for Skippy Peanut Butter. Meredith has a solicitous tone and a whimsical, mirthful manner. Here’s a clip from a precious vintage commercial showcasing Meredith’s delightfully fleecy voice.
And his puckish demeanor hasn’t been missed considering he’s actually played Old Nick at least three times as I have counted. In The Sentinel 1977, The Twilight Zone and Torture Garden! While in FreddieFrancis' production, he is the more carnivalesque Dr. Diabolo–a facsimile of the devil given the severely theatrical make-up, goatee, and surrounding flames"¦ he is far more menacing in Michael Winner's 70s gem as the spiffy Charles Chazin.
Burgess Meredith as Dr. Diabolo in Torture Garden 1967
And while I resist even the notion of redoing Ira Levin/William Castle and Roman Polanski’s masterpiece Rosemary’s Baby if, and I’m only saying if… I could envision anyone else playing alongside Ruth Gordon as the quirky and roguish Roman Castevet it could only be Burgess Meredith who could pull that off!
Also being a HUGE fan of Peter Falk’s inimitableColumbo– I ask why why WHY?! Was Burgess Meredith never cast as a sympathetic murderer for that relentless and lovable detective in the rumpled raincoat to pursue? Could you imagine the chemistry between these two marvelous actors?
Burgess Meredith all of 5′ 5″ tall was born in Cleveland Ohio in 1907. His father was a doctor, and his mother a Methodist revivalist. We lost him in 1997 at the age of 89. That’s when he took his “dirt nap…”the line and that memorable scene from Grumpier Old Men 1993that still makes me burst out laughing from the outlandish joy of it all!… because as Grandpa Gustafson (Meredith) tells John Gustafson (Jack Lemmon) about how he’s managed to live so long eating bacon, smoking and drinking his dinner–what’s the point…? “I just like that story!”
Leading man material… Street of Chance 1942.
Burgess Meredith said himself, that he wasn’t born to be a leading man, yet somehow he always managed to create a magnetic draw toward any performance of his. As if where ever his presence in the story was, it had the same effect as looking in a side view mirror of the car “Objects are closer than they appear”–What I mean by that is how I relate his contribution becoming larger than the part might have been, had it been a different actor. Like the illusion of the mirrored reflection, he always grew larger in significance within the story–because his charisma can’t help but consume the space.
He took over the landscape and planted himself there like a little metaphysical essence, animating the narrative to a higher level of reality.
Meredith started out working with the wonderful Eva Le Gallienne joining her stage company in New York City in 1933. His first film role was that of Mio Romagna in playwright Maxwell Anderson’sWinterset 1936 where Meredith plays the son of an immigrant wrongfully executed for a crime he did not commit. He also joined the ranks of those in Hollywood who were named as “unfriendly witnesses’ by the House Un-American Activities Committee finding no work, being blacklisted in the 1950s. Â
During the 1960s Meredith found his way back in various television roles that gave us all a chance to see and hear his incredible spectrum of performances. One of my personal favorites, dramatically potent and vigorously absorbing was his portrayal of Duncan Kleist in the Naked Citytelevision series episode directed by Walter Grauman (Lady in A Cage 1964)Â Hold For Gloria Christmas.
The groundbreaking crime and human interest series NAKED CITY– cast Meredith as a 60s beat poet & derelict Dunan Kleist who is literally dying to leave the legacy of his words to a kindred spirit.
A powerful performance told through flashback sequences that recollect his murder as he storms through the gritty streets and alleyways of New York City a volatile alcoholic Greenwich Village poet trying to get back his precious manuscript of poems that were stolen as he bartered them away bit by bit for booze -he has bequeathed his work to the anonymous Gloria Christmas. The chemistry between Burgess Meredith and Eileen Heckart who plays his estranged wife is magnificent exuding years of anguish and disappointment. Heckart is another character actor who deserves a spotlight.
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BURNT OFFERINGS 1976–Dan Curtis’ priceless treasure of creepy camp featuring Karen Black, Oliver Reed, and once again uniting the incredible Eileen Heckart with our beloved Burgess Meredith as the ominous Roz and Arnold Allardyce.
Roz & Arnold… charming… creepy!
Another memorable role for me is his spirited performance as Charles Chazin alias The Devil in one of my all-time favorite horror classics The Sentinel. “Friendships often blossom into bliss.” – Charles Chazin. Ooh, that line still gives me chills…
Many people will probably love him for his iconic character study of a crusty cantankerous washed-up boxing trainer named Mickey in the Rocky series of films. Or perhaps, for his colorful cackling or should I say quacking villain in the television series Batman -his iconic malefactor — The Penguin!
IMDb fact-His character, the Penguin, was so popular as a villain on the television series Batman (1966), the producers always had a Penguin script ready in case Meredith wanted to appear as a guest star.
Burgess Meredith will always remain one of the greatest, most versatile & prolific actors, a character in fact… beloved and eternal…
“Like the seasons of the year, life changes frequently and drastically. You enjoy it or endure it as it comes and goes, as it ebbs and flows.”- Burgess Meredith
“I’ll just take amusement at being a paradox.”- Burgess Meredith
[on his childhood] “All my life, to this day, the memory of my childhood remains grim and incoherent. If I close my eyes and think back, I see little except violence and fear. In those early years, I somehow came to understand I would have to draw from within myself whatever emotional resources I needed to go wherever I was headed. As a result, for years, I became a boy who lived almost totally within himself.”- Burgess Meredith
WELCOME TO JO GABRIEL & THE LAST DRIVEIN’S –500th POST!
“Ghosts are the outward sign of an inward fear”-Ambrose Bierce
“Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.” ” — Shirley Jackson
From- Cinematic Hauntings edited by Gary J. and Susan Svehla chapter The Haunting by Bryan Senn.
“Adult in concept and wide in scope. The Haunting is designed not only to appeal to those who approach the supernatural from an intellectual level, but also to the legions of movie patrons who delight in a genuine ghost story.”-The Haunting press book
Halloween is around the corner, I hear the rusty gates creaking, the rattling of skeletons, the flapping wings of jolly bats, smell the candy corn and Hershey’s kisses and the owls are hooting, the spooks are spooking, and I sense the chill of night seeping through the curtains as the best holiday of the year is upon us!
What better way to honor such a ghoulishly ghostly and creepy eve than to explore one of the all-time great movies, ghost story notwithstanding, in honor of my 500th post? Yes, long-winded me has finally reached a milestone.
How do you begin to write about a film that continues to share the spot of the favorite movie in my world alongside Rosemary’s Baby?What can I say that hasn’t already been said about Robert Wise’s masterwork, The Haunting,from 1963? How do you even give suitable tribute to a timeless masterpiece that defies genre and deserves to be upheld as unremarkable?
Incidentally, I was reading Pam Keesey’s terrific essay, The Haunting and the Power of Suggestion: Why Robert Wise’s Film Continues to ‘Deliver the Goods’ to Modern Audiences.Keesey points to a comment that Stephen King makes while admiring Wise’s film. He remarks, “Something is scratching at the ornate, paneled door… Something horrible… but it is a door Wise elects never to open.” Once again, Pam Keesey cites Wise’s influence as written about in Edmund G. Bansak’s wonderful Fearing the Dark: The Val Lewton Career, one of my favorite books in my library. Wise finally found a film that could pay homage to his mentor, Val Lewton.
“Lewton trademarks–the reverence for the underdog, the focus upon humanist concerns, the alliance between danger and darkness, the depiction of fate as an unstoppable force, and, of course the preoccupation with things unseen.”-Bansak
Sorry, Stephen King, but we don’t always need to see the monster– Val Lewton understood that well, and managed to create some of the most compelling moments of terror for us, just by suggesting and triggering our own innate fears of the unknown. This is one of the most essential working mechanisms of Wise’sThe Hauntingthat has withstood the perils of time.
Robert Wise worked as an editor among Val Lewton’s magic team of artists.
He learned the secret to any good work of fantasy/horror/suspense/noir is to suggest, BUT not reveal, what is the heart of the narrative on the screen itself, but allow our own subconscious fears and anxieties to do their work. Much credit has to be given to Nelson Gidding’s (I Want to Live! 1958, The Andromeda Strain 1971) remarkable screenplay.
While working on West Side Story, Robert Wise picked up a copy of Shirley Jackson’s ghost story. In an interview in Midnight Marquee #37, Wise recalled, “I was reading one of the scary passages–hackles were going up and down my neck–when Nelson Gidding (screenwriter)… burst through the door to ask me a question, I literally jumped about three feet out of my chair. I said, ‘If it can do that to me sitting and reading, it ought to be something I want to make a picture out of.”
Wise wasn’t sure he’d get to direct the film, noted in Bright Lights #11–“I called nervously to see if it might be available…{…}because usually by the time a book comes out in New York, the big movie companies have scouts back there, story departments, and they grab it up and it’s gone. I found out this one hadn’t been picked up.”
According to Bryan Senn in an interview in 1995, “I persuaded United Artists to buy the book rights for me and finance a screenplay. And I got Nelson Gidding, who did I Want to Live! (1958) for me to do the screenplay. When we got it done however United Artists got a little cold on it and didn’t want to proceed with it. So I talked to my agent about it. I had left a contract with MGM a few years before; I got out of the contract early but I had to promise to give them another film.
THE HAUNTING, Claire Bloom, Russ Tamblyn, Julie Harris, Richard Johnson, 1963.
The studio wasn’t keen on a supernatural horror thriller, nor of the idea of not using big named stars for the picture.Wise wanted to use classically trained actors like both British Shakespearean actors Richard Johnson and Claire Bloom and American actress Julie Harris.Wise also wanted to work with Russ Tamblyn again whom he worked with in 1961 on West Side Story. Tamblyn was reluctant to do the part after reading the script but threat of suspension from the studio urged him to take the role. Years later he recounts it being one of his favorite roles.
Luck will out and Wise needing to go over to England for a command performance of West Side Story, was able to use MGM’s little studio outside London called Boreham Wood Studios which gave him a bigger budget to work with.
And I can say without any doubts, that I’m with Robert Wise- when I was little, watching The Haunting even during the day, sun shining outside, my heart would pound and I would feel a restless shudder as I sat quietly watching what I consider to still be one of the scariest films of all time. And though I’ve seen it again and again, I still feel said hackles up the back of my neck. The shivers of fear and dread, and a true sense of terror that grips you every single time!
The confluence of artistry, Robert Wise’s sensibility that he synthesized from working with ValLewton, Jackson’s incredible ghost story, Gidding’s compelling script, the collective ensemble performances by all the great actors involved, the effective score by Humphrey Searle, and idiosyncratic and visually disorienting cinematography by Davis Boulton (Stage Fright 1950, I Thank A Fool 1962) The sense of place and the incredible performances that inhabited that uncanny space.
Photo of Richard Johnson, Claire Bloom, Russ Tamblyn, and Julie Harris in the movie The Haunting, 1963. Photo/Art by: anon.
All these elements went into creating one masterfully crafted visual narrative, a psychological maneuver, a tale of terror, and one memorable landscape of uncanny dread and paranoia.
The house itself was set in England and not the story’s old-money New England territory. While there are numerous tales of haunting in England, Jackson’s story was set in New England, and Wise wanted to stay close to the novel’s reality. It wasn’t hard to find the right house in England. However, the more daunting task was getting the roads closed off so Julie Harris could drive her car on the wrong side of the road for the scene where she travels to Hill House. Robert Wise explained in Fantastic Films, that “We wanted a house that basically had an evil look about it” He finally found the perfect house in Warwickshire, a 200-year-old manor house called Ettington Park, Wise felt that its, “facing of mottled stone with gothic windows and turrets” was exactly what they needed.
The house possessed an “unexpected, even frightening, authenticity” According to Russ Tamblyn, “It was definitely a strange place, especially the grounds. The house itself, had a history… oh, children who had been murdered, and a twelve year old who had committed suicide, some other woman who had fell out of a window.” Not to mention the little cemetery out in the back which was supposedly haunted. People had seen ghosts there.
Dr. John Markway: [voice-over narration] “An evil old house, the kind some people call haunted, is like an undiscovered country waiting to be explored. Hill House had stood for 90 years and might stand for 90 more. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there… walked alone.”
The film is powerful in the way it brings us into its mystifying grasp. We hear the velvet tones of Richard Johnson narrating to us, greeting us, if you will join the haunting. His voice-over is the visual montage of past events that reveals to us the menacing house. The inception of its evil roots, a domineering man, Hugh Crain, had built Hill House for his wife and daughter, “in the most remote part of New England he could find.” In a freak or strange accident, the wife had “died seconds before she was to set eyes on the house.” Her carriage crashed against a tree, her lifeless arm hanging out of the carriage in close-up. Crain’s second wife floats down the dark Victorian-style hall (Wise was the editor of The Magnificent Ambersons (1942), and the figure of the wife moving swiftly through the darkness reminds us of that film-This impression is also confirmed in More Things Than Are Dreamt of edited by Alain Silver & James Ursini ) then tumbles down a flight of stairs breaking her neck.
“The audience is thrown into the point of view of the second Mrs. Crain as she stumbles down the stairs and blurred, twisted shots approximate the last things she saw in life. Finally a grim but striking deep focus wide angle captures her sprawled at the foot of the main stairs, eyes wide in fright and her corpse in the lower foreground of the frame and behind her shadowy killer, the house itself.”–source More Things Than Are Dreamt Of -edited by Silver & Ursini
After Crain dies in England, his only daughter Abigail “grew up and grew old” In Hill House, eventually hiring a village girl to be a paid companion, “it’s with this young companion the evil reputation of Hill House really begins” When the companion took a farmhand out onto the veranda while her mistress banged on the wall with her cane and died calling for help. The companion inherited Hill House only to be driven to suicide by the unseen, menacing atmosphere of the place. She walked up to the top of the spiral staircase in the library and hanged herself. “They say that whatever there was–and still is–in the house eventually drove the companion mad.”
For Dr. John Markway (Richard Johnson), Hill House is a chance to prove himself. Eleanor has been chosen to be part of the research team because of the shower of stones that had fallen on her house when she was a little girl. Possibly possessing the powers of psychokinesis, the ability to materialize her inner demons, anger, and nightmares. Pointedly, when Eleanor says, “Suppose the haunting is all in my mind?”
From Silver & Ursini’s edited chapter Modern Classics- in More Things Than Are Dreamt Of- “The harp, the knockings, the writing on the wall-all these have a visual and aural presence in film which contradicts any inclination of the viewer to believe that Eleanor is doing this herself; and yet the word on Markway’s questionnaire which Luke doesn’t understand ‘psychokinesis’, makes it possible that she is. Even the interruption of her most flirtatious moment with Markway permits two readings. The house, her possessive, predestined lover, strikes at the harp strings out of jealousy and the need to control her. Or, like Henry James’ repressed governess in Edmund Wilson’s reading, Eleanor does it herself out of fear of sex. Both are possible.”
Having read an interesting essay that touches on Robert Wise’s 1963 ghost story from Hidden Horror, the chapter on Carnival of Souls by Prof. Shelly Jarenski makes a few interesting comparisons to Carnival of Souls 1962
Such as the prelude –“And we who walk here, walk alone.” in my malleable childhood mind, both the prelude and the coda stayed with me like a creepy lullaby or maudlin soliloquy. Jarenski asserts, “The film’s core themes are encapsulated in that line uttered by the misfit heroine Eleanor Lance.” I would totally agree with her assessment. The Haunting is not merely a ghost story; it is a story about an alienated loner, a ‘misfit heroine’ who is in dire search for relief or release, possibly from this world. We, too, are witnesses to a lonely, disillusioned woman (I loathe to use the word: spinster), most likely a virgin, who is longing to make a connection.
Jarenski writes, “Words like “˜we’ or “˜walking’ does create an “ominous ambiguity.” That Eleanor will either join the collection of lost souls in Hill House or be doomed to walk alone for all eternity in “˜isolation and despair.’
Asserting that Carnival of Souls can be understood as a corollary to the more ceremonious and celebrated The Haunting because“It portrays what being part of the community of the dead, while simultaneously feeling utterly alone, looks like.”
In More Things Than are Dreamt Of-Silver and Ursini point out the idea thatThe Hauntingis much more than just a ghost story. As Shirley Jackson wrote in her novel, “During the whole underside of her life, ever since her first memory Eleanor had been waiting for something”¦”
Theodora, affectionately known as Theo, has been recruited to help in the research because of her extremely honed powers of ESP. This becomes established before Dr. Markway introduces everyone around the breakfast table. While Mrs. Dudley regurgitates her soliloquy of fear & gloom, Theodora takes a mental inventory of Eleanor’s psychic bag, and when Eleanor asks how she knew what she was thinking, Theo cheekily replies, “You wear your thoughts on your sleeve.”
The Haunting(1963)could be said to be the penultimate example of ‘nothing up that proverbial sleeve’ and ‘it’s what you don’t see’ cinematography. The visual narrative is what makes it timelessly heart-pounding to watch and what gives it an artistic atmosphere of misdirection, anxiety, hysteria, dread, romanticism, and well, yes, that “haunting’ feeling.
Memorable scenes of veiled terror lurking in the corners or beyond the massive wooden door frames. The allusion to the various cold spots is underscored by trilling piano keys. Stark frames capture a portion of the house as if it were a live entity. Dr. Markway refers to the house as being ‘born bad. The manifestation of the angry and tyrannical Hugh Crane, who built an evil house. There are so many moments of The Haunting that have stayed with me for years. And I must admit that I usually watch it several times a year, like one makes pot roast because the craving strikes you at that moment. “It’s time to watch The Haunting again,” is heard in our house. I can never forget the moment when Julie Harris as Nell awakens frightened, where we hear a child’s muffled laughter swiftly turning to a menacing scream. She tells Theo that she’s breaking her hand, she’s holding it so tight. The camera only focuses on Nell and her outstretched arm in the darkness, swallowed up in her ornate room, like a fly in a spider’s web. When she can no longer bear Theo’s tight grip, she screams, “Stop it!” and turns the light on, only to find in horror that she’s been holding a ghostly hand. “Whose hand was I holding?” Theo is shown across the room, still lying in bed, unaware that Nell had been going through any nightmarish ordeal.
In other sequences, the visual perspective seems to warp all we see, pulling us into the dis-ease of Hill House. From the moment Eleanor pulls up to Hill House, the point of view is skewed so that we are watching Eleanor, who is also being watched by the house. It’s a startling moment as she realizes, “It’s staring at me.”
And of course, there’s the eerie and otherworldly invisible assault on the two women as something unseen pounds on the doors with a ‘cannonball’ Disembodied laughter, scratching, growling, and Baroque-style brass doorknobs with Medusa’s face that turn ever so slowly, as if something trying to gain entry into the room.
Eleanor ‘Nell’s’ name has been scripted on the wall in something ‘like chalk.’
And then the ghostly message written on the ostentatious wallpaper in ‘something like chalk’ outside the dining room-“Help Eleanor -Come Home!”
Hill House’s expression of love, the seduction by way of written message in ‘something like chalk’ both frightens Eleanor yet stimulates her because someone or something was finally paying attention to her. as Alain Silver and James Ursini point out the house’s dark secrets, “represent the intimacy which Eleanor has never had with any other being…”
There’s also the emphasis on the powerfully imposing use of matrix work, utilizing the inherent designs of the interiors themselves, textiles, wallpaper, and wood carvings to create diabolical faces watching back at us. The stone and bronze cherubs and gargoyles that inhabit Hill House, the myriad of mirrors, and long winding hallways mixed with the turbulent sky outside the towering Hill House.
The iconic scene where the door seems to expand as if breathing was actually two technical people who used 2x4s to push into the middle to create the effect. It’s that simple, and yet it is one of the most lasting scenes in film history.
The book by Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House, is a hell of a read, but as a rarity, the film invokes the uncanny of the story even better than the novel.
“SCREAM…no one will hear you! RUN…and the silent footsteps will follow, for in Hill House, the dead are restless!”
I’ve had any number of people over the years say to me, ‘You know, Mr. Wise, you made the scariest picture I’ve ever seen and you never showed anything. How’d you do it?” And it goes back to Val Lewton, by the powers of suggestions”–Robert Wise in Fearing the Dark: The Val Lewton Career
Robert Wisemade The Haunting in 1963 as a way of paying homage to his mentor, Val Lewton, who had died 12 years earlier.
The always-poised Richard Johnson plays the very earnest Dr. John Markway, a researcher in the paranormal who wants to use Hill House, an imposing Gothic New England house, as the main epicenter for his studies in the supernatural. Based on the legend of all the ghostly goings-on surrounding said place, Markway gets Mrs Sanderson (Fay Compton) to agree to lease the house to him for one year. Though she is the voice of caution
– Mrs. Sanderson: “The dead are not quiet in Hill House.”
The great Fay Compton as the crusty waspy Mrs. Sanderson warns Markway that the dead are not restful at Hill House.
Markway initially collects the names of potential participants in his experiment and chalks them on his blackboard. Eventually, the names drop off, and only two women arrive to help him uncover the truth behind the legend of Hill House. Is it truly haunted?
Theodora: “Haven’t you noticed how nothing in this house seems to move until you look away, and then you just… catch something out of the corner of your eye?”
Theo, sensing a presence, says, “It wants you, Nell… the house is calling you.”
Mrs. Sanderson sends along her cocky nephew out of the Midwest, Luke (Russ Tamblyn) to accompany Dr. Markway since one day Luke hopes to inherit Hill House. The exterior of Hill House is an actual Hotel called the Ettington Park Hall Hotel in Stratford-upon-Avon, England. The interior sets were brilliantly designed by John Jarvis.
We meet Eleanor ‘Nell’ Lance (Julie Harris) in her sister’s living room, which doubles as her bedroom. The very hypersensitive Nell is being tortured by her sister, brother-in-law, and their precocious brat of a child who insists on playing a child’s record march consisting of inane flutes and snare rattles, causing a pervasive tenor of chaos, madness, and dysfunction. Like nails on a blackboard, the little tune serves not only to cause psychic aural conflict and irritate Nell but also pulls us into her sense of being trapped in a claustrophobic world where she must break free. Nell steals the family car and hits the road with all her belongings in a box, driving out of Boston out into the light of the New England air toward something, anything, even the unknown, which would be better than the captivity she’s been experiencing. She is one of the people Dr. Markway has invited to participate in exploring Hill House.
More Things Than Are Dreamt Of edited by Alain Silver & James Ursini- The Haunting of Hill House is a third-person novel with a lot of interior monologues and other first person aspects…{…}Eleanor is neither a para-psychologist nor a believer, but a disheartened spinster yearning for escape and adventure; or as Jackson puts it, ‘During the whole underside of her life, ever since her first memory, Eleanor had been waiting for something…’
Eleanor is the first person to see the ‘vile’ house. Silver & Ursini frame it by Jackson’s occult vision, that Hill House is the cause of Eleanor’s ‘deliverance and destruction’. How Eleanor’s religious discourse becomes an ironic fate that turns inward on itself for in the end, “journeys end in lovers meeting” Eleanor’s volatile relationship with Hill House is absolutely one of love/hate.
Upon her arrival, she is confronted by two of the locals who harbor a maniacal animosity toward city people. The Dudleys were played by Rosalie Crutchleyand Valentine Dyall ( Who was perfectly sinister as Jethrow Keane in Horror Hotel 1960, yet another favorite classic horror film of mine.)
Rosalie Crutchley attributes the films power to Robert Wise’s skillful direction and David Boulton’s sinister cinematography that transformed the benign Ettington Park into the malevolent manor of Hill House. “It was a strange house” the actress told Bryan Senn. Crutchley continues, “which looked threatening from the outside but which wasn’t actually at all. But it was brilliantly shot you see, so that it looked very, very threatening.”
Mr. Dudley: “You’ll be sorry I ever opened the gate.”“Get away from here; get away at once. It’s my chance. I’ve been given a last chance. I could turn my car around and go away from here, and no one would blame me. Anyone has a right to run away. But you are running away, Eleanor. And there’s nowhere else to go.”
Mrs. Dudley takes care of the interior of Hill House as no one else in the village dares come near the place, setting out the meals but being very clear about leaving before it gets dark. The sardonic grin on her face as she divulges to Nell and Theo her little creepy-intoned soliloquy… “No one will come any further than town…”
No one will hear you scream… Mrs. Dudley’s expression is somewhat a combination of that intense little fellow, the prairie dog from the viral YouTube video where he turns around and stares, and Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire Cat.
Anyhoo… Markway leads the other three on a journey of discovery of the unknown. He chose Eleanor ‘Nell’ because of her poltergeist experience that occurred when rocks pelted her family home for a week. Eleanor suffered from a tremendous guilt complex shortly after losing her chronically ill mother, whom she cared for and who passed away, and this puts Nell on the edge of a breakdown. Theodora is known quite well for her powers of ESP. Luke Sanderson is the skeptical playboy of the foursome…
Markway is filled with glee as they have stumbled onto the proverbial ‘cold spot.’Luke-“There’s got to be a draft!”Dr. Markway tells Luke-“Look I know the supernatural is something that isn’t supposed to happen but it does happen… and if it happens to you your liable to have that shut door in your mind ripped right off its hinges!”
The ‘Adventurous All’ get together, trading small conversations and observations, while Hill House begins to reveal its cold heart. Or is the house truly a bad place? Built by a man who used odd angles and macabre embellishments, he created one “distortion as a whole,”as Nell comments. Hugh Crane, a man who was a religious zealot, entrapped his daughter in the foul house until her death as an old maid. She grew up and grew old in the house, where a series of mysterious accidents, suicides, and deaths ensued… Hill House is the epitome of Dark spaces or Bad spaces.
The nurse is too busy out on the veranda with the farm hand to hear Abigail pound on the door with her cane, and eventually hangs herself after inheriting Hill House.
Eleanor Lance: “Can’t you feel it? It’s alive… watching.”
Hill House does begin to show particular attention toward the vulnerable, fragile, and bedeviled Nell. But…
That begs a larger question. Can a house be born bad, or have Nell’s neurotic fixations and need to belong caused her to unravel the mysteries of the place much quicker? Is it just her longing and alienation that has created a certain madness, or is it both a ghost story and a story of abject loneliness and psychosis? Much like a Lewton story, there is the feeling of intense loneliness, an imbalance in the environment that is either mental or perceived to be a reality, and ambiguity that links these elements to the supernatural world.
There are definitely themes of repressed sexuality exhibited by the presence of the very stylish Mary Quant sporting Theo (Claire Bloom), who it is heavily suggested is a sophisticated Greenwich Village Sapphic who toys with the uptight Nell. When asked what frightens Theo, she glumly replies, “Of knowing what I want.”
Something that begins to cause friction between the ensemble because Nell has fallen into the well of deep delusion and longing, for Dr. Markway not realizing that he is not just only interested in her as a test subject but he is already married.
Theodora, dressed like a black widow, spins her web of jealousy yet reveals the truth about Markway and Nell’s unrequited love.Theo-“You’re making a fool of yourself over him.” Nell-“I’d rather be innocent than like you.”Theo-“Meaning what?” Nell-“Now, who’s being stupid and innocent? You know perfectly well what I mean.” Theo- “Is this another of your crazy hallucinations?”Nell- “I’m not crazy.”Theo-“Crazy as a loon. You really expect me to believe you’re sane and the rest of the world is mad.” Nell-“Well, why not? The world is filled with inconsistencies, unnatural things, nature’s mistakes, they’re called you, for instance!”Nell tells Theodora that “she’s the monster of Hill House.”Markway sees that Nell is unraveling and threatens to send her packing.
Poor Nell is a tragic Gothic figure whose famous inner monologues might slightly touch the third rail of hysterical camp yet somehow manage to become a restrained performance of inner turmoil and madness that perfectly co-exists parallel to the odd and uncanny manifestations escalating in Hill House, with a rainstorm of inner monologues to guide us through the treacherous darkness.
Mrs. Markway shows up unexpectedly and asks to sleep in the most rotten heart of the house… Nell obliges by telling her about the nursery, which, until now, has been sealed.
“Now I know where I’m going–I’m disappearing inch by inch into this house.”
In Scarlet Street Magazine, Julie Harris stated that she would have played Nell differently. “Well, I would’ve been odder looking as Eleanor,” Harris said. “I think she was too ordinary. I just wanted to be — odder.” That’s okay, Julie Harris, whom we sadly lost on August 24th of last year. No one could have done a better job of bringing Eleanor Lance to life than you did… Your Eleanor Lance will eternally remain the central tragic figure of the play, as Pam Keesey calls her the ‘persecuted innocent.’
By the end of the film, Luke, who is the cynic of the bunch, tells us…” It ought to be burned down… and the ground sowed with salt.”
The poor bedeviled Nell dances with the statue of Hugh Crane, believing that both he and she have killed Grace Markway.Grace Markway ( Lois Maxwell) doesn’t go untouched by the dark forces that lay behind the stone and silent standing wood… well, maybe not so silent!
–Happy Halloween, gang… and thanks for making all 500 posts a whirling experience! – Your Everlovin’ MonsterGirl
Hi everyone… I know things have been pretty silent here at The Last Drive In... Though I love the sound of crickets myself, I wouldn’t want my readers and friends to think I’ve abandoned my little blog. Many of you know that I am an avid cat lover. I spent all summer doing very critical as well as intense rescue work. We saved many wonderful lives who now have a chance at a good life. We also had some tragic things happen. It’s been bitter-sweet for me. A few weeks ago, one of my little rescue feral kittens whom I’d spent months and months gentling, who had finally grown to trust me and love me, succumbed to a horrible disease called panleukopenia.
Mikey became my little guy but tragically he did not survive and I watched him suffer, til it was necessary to let him move on… I’ve been so heartbroken, that it’s left me speechless and unable to write about the films and television shows that fill me up with nostalgic joy.
As much as I’d love to reach out and talk about rare film, quirky actors and the tangents that make for great conversation, I”m still just so struck silent by my heartbreak. It’s hard to explain what these little souls can come to mean to you. They become, your best friend, a family member and at times seemingly like ‘soul mates’ who manage to teach us about life and show us a way of loving that people can’t even seem to do. Cats are so sacred to me… each one unique.
Mikey was my little guy. I miss him terribly. His two brothers Archibald and Sidney are here with me… they survived the virus. And I hold a special place for Mikey who touched my life for such a brief moment, that his leaving, took a piece of my heart with him.
Anyway… I do plan on writing for my blog again soon. Actually I’m due to present my 500th Anniversary post which will be an overview of my all time favorite film Robert Wise’s THE HAUNTING!
So forgive this little cat girl her silence, as she’s needed time to process all the things she’s seen over this volatile summer of animal rights work and boots on the ground rescue, I need a little more quiet time to heal, but MonsterGirl will be back!!!!!!!
Love you all
Joey
The Lovely Simone Simon in Val Lewton’s Cat People 1942
James Garner is one of those actors who I fell in love with and just couldn’t imagine the day we would lose him. When I got the news yesterday I was struck with such sadness. But I’ll always have those strong shoulders and square jaw, honest eyes and true yet graceful grit that was the man. I always perk up when I hear the Rockford Files theme song. It just makes me smile. We’ll miss you so much. You were a maverick and a hell of an actor. Thanks Destroy All Fanboys! for this tribute.