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Hope and Glory

by Glenn Erickson Apr 24, 2018

 

Where Were You in ’42? If you were little Johnnie Boorman in 1940, you might have been squatting in a dank bomb shelter with your Mum and sisters, waiting out an air raid alert. Writer-director Boorman’s personal memory is what for some kids was a glorious time when working-class Brits endured adverse conditions: it’s warm & fuzzy affectionate and frequently hilarious, with a keen eye toward slightly bawdy family humor.


Hope and Glory
Blu-ray
Olive Films

1987 / Color / 1:66 widescreen / 113 min. / Street Date April 24, 2018 / available through the Olive Films website / 29.95
Starring: Sebastian Rice Edwards, Geraldine Muir, Sarah Miles, David Hayman, Sammi Davis, Derrick O’Connor, Susan Wooldridge, Jean-Marc Barr, Ian Bannen, Annie Leon, Jill Baker, Amelda Brown, Katrine Boorman.
Cinematography: Philippe Rousselot
Film Editor: Ian Crafford
Production design: Anthony Pratt
Original Music: Peter Martin
Written, Produced and Directed by
John Boorman

 

John Boorman has directed arty war movies, arty gangster movies and arty art movies, with a scattering of eco-friendly sci-fi and adventure pix. Add the one-of-a-kind masterpiece Deliverance and Boorman shapes up as an all-round fine artist of the big screen. He’s hardly a sentimentalist yet his 1987 Hope and Glory came as a big audience-pleasing surprise. A part-autobiographical account of growing up in wartime London, the picture has everything generally thought to be missing in 1980s pictures — warmth, good humor and an appreciation for things past.

 

Boorman’s reverie is more or less an updating of those stiff-upper-lip epics of classic British cinema, such as David Lean and Noël Coward’s This Happy Breed, a sentimental account of a family’s fortunes between the wars. Good London families take the bad with the good and soldier on through trials and tribulations of raising a family. Boorman’s version of the war years takes the era seriously but isn’t averse to showing some of its absurdities. It’s in some respects an innocent age, but when the war catches the Rohan family unawares, almost nobody is innocent. Except for little Bill, the eight year-old Boorman character. He has a happy little clear conscience.

The reasonably calm and secure Rohan family adjusts to the coming of war, which begins with a long period of time where nothing seems to happen … the ‘sitzkrieg,’ I believe. Although a veteran of The Great War, father Clive (David Hayman) signs up, much to the consternation of his hardworking wife Grace (Sarah Miles). Clive goes through officer training but ages out of eligibility and is instead fights the war as a clerk typist. He’s billeted five hours away and can only visit home intermittently. When the blitz begins the family must rush down to bomb shelters at odd hours. Grace has the opportunity of sending her two smaller children to Australia, but cannot bear to let them go. Son Bill (Sebastian Rice Edwards) joins a gang of bored kids that roam the bomb ruins, collecting shrapnel, swiping anything of value and smashing up everything else. They also collect unexploded ammunition. Little sister Sue (Geraldine Muir) doesn’t understand when neighbor kids lose their parents. Older sister Dawn (Sammi Davis) is sixteen, and is soon sneaking out to cavort with soldiers, including the Canadian Corporal Bruce (Jean-Marc Barr). He wants to marry her and take her to Toronto, but Dawn just wants the fun and the sex, not love. Grace considers being unfaithful with an old beau, whose wife has run off. There are trips to the beach, an afternoon watching a runaway barrage balloon, and Dawn’s various romantic upheavals. Circumstances force the family to move in with Grace’s parents, who live on an idyllic stream just twenty minutes from London. The kids have a marvelous summer, while their troublemaking cranky Grandfather George (Ian Bannen) gripes and grouses about his four daughters (the other three are Faith, Hope and Charity).

 

Made of bits and pieces of memories (and likely tall tales), Boorman’s account of his war years shapes up as a splendid collection of manageable inconveniences and occasional terror. Several houses are blown away on the Rohan’s street, but the survivors feel a sense of unity. Everybody’s life changes — people go to the cinema (some nice recreations of vintage movies, there) and attend concerts; Dawn goes boy-crazy and paints lines on her legs to imitate stocking before sneaking out to jitterbug dance and get it on with her fun-time soldier. Grace actually likes the freedom away from the domestic norm when her husband is home. When she and her friend visit a clothing-sharing exchange, she remarks that she likes it when everybody is basically poor and she doesn’t have to scrimp to keep up false appearances. Anything that fits, is good.

Bill fantasizes that he’s fighting the war, in funny faux-film dream sequences. The neighborhood gang is a fall-down hilarious pack of little bandits. To join Bill must say curse words in a ritual: “Bugger off you bloody sod!” The kids roam through the ruins (happily not encountering unexploded bombs) and bribe the neighbor girl Pauline to let them look in her pants. The fallback gang activity is smashing things up, a natural activity for over-excited kids who know there’s a war on and have seen aerial dogfights in the sky above their houses. A German flyer parachutes into a vacant lot and is nervously taken into custody; Dawn’s judgment is such that she locks flirtatious eyes as he’s led away.

 

The movie has a great sense of family. Dad gets to come home for Christmas, and all gather to listen to the King’s holiday address (he’s stuttering less this year, don’t you think?). Grace’s catty sisters irk Bill to no end, pinching his cheeks and hugging him. As she does every year, Grandmother angrily leaves the room when Grandfather does his yearly drunken toast to all the girlfriends and lovers he had when he was young. Bill helps Grandpa remember names he’s forgotten.

The summer in the verdant neighborhood sees Bill learning to pole a boat (is that punting?). He perfects his game of cricket and searches for eggs and fish with his little sister. Dawn’s love life takes an unexpected turn, that happily does not become a disaster. The movie ends on a note of unexpected harmony. I won’t spoil the hilarious last laugh line, even though Columbia’s trailer gives it away.

It’s a curious thing, that people of my age grew up when the events of WW2 just ten or twenty years in the past. We realized that our parents’ lives were so fundamentally formed by the experience, so movies and docus about the war became important to us as well: the fighting, the home fronts, the screwed-up world that resulted. Does it even matter today? People in general are the same as they ever were, living in the present tense knowing and caring little about the past. WW2 is now over seventy years removed from the present. Back in 1960, how much did we know or care about 1890? If movies like Hope and Glory can find an audience, there’s hope for the future.

(Hey, after reviewing Little Murders, it feels good to get back into optimistic mode.)

 

American audiences may only be familiar with actress Sarah Miles of Ryan’s Daughter and Blow-Up, and the great Ian Bannen (The Hill, The Flight of the Phoenix, The MacKintosh Man, Bite the Bullet, Eye of the Needle). Bannen consistently lifts anything he’s in to a higher circle of quality; his cantankerous Grandfather is a wonderment. The balance of the cast is delightful. Boorman directs his child actors extremely well, which is a reminder not to pigeonhole filmmakers as ‘genre specialists.’ Boorman’s pint-sized alter ego Bill is enraptured by a Hopalong Cassidy matinee. A summer or two later he shows momentary interest in a film crew he passes on a country lane.

 


Olive Films’ Blu-ray of Hope and Glory is a fine transfer of this great show, and certainly a lot better than the fuzzy VHS tape I first saw ages ago. The colors are stunning; I don’t believe that Boorman uses dissolves, so only the title sequences are second-generation opticals. The enormous exterior sets fool us completely — the production built an entire neighborhood of row houses. I learned that only afterwards, and thought that much of the barrage balloon sequence was done with miniatures. Nope, all full-scale.

Look up John Boorman online and you’ll find plenty of reading matter about the movie. Just the same it’s a shame that Olive attaches no extras. The director usually has fine things to say about his work and this is one of his top titles. This one would have made a good ‘Olive Signature’ entry.

 

There is a trailer, that has problematic audio — the music & effects track is twice as loud as the dialogue, so much of the talk is indistinguishable. Making trailers in 1987 we were experimenting with stereo mixes, so perhaps a stereo mix was folded down incorrectly somewhere along the line.

The English subs are a help with some of the dialogue, not for understandability but for Brit jargon. References such as ‘on the fiddle’ and ‘a Ford Eight’ may need some research. I wonder if this is one of those Brit productions where care was taken to make the dialogue clear for non-Brit English speakers. I appreciate it, as most regional dialects are indigestible to my ears. Nothing’s more frustrating than watching an otherwise immaculate Mike Leigh film sans subs, and not understanding 80% of what’s being said (end rant).

Reviewed by Glenn Erickson


Hope and Glory
Blu-ray rates:
Movie: Excellent
Video: Excellent
Sound: Excellent
Supplements: Trailer
Deaf and Hearing-impaired Friendly? YES; Subtitles: English (feature only)
Packaging: Keep case
Reviewed: April 22, 2018
(5707hope)
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Glenn Erickson left a small town for UCLA film school, where his spooky student movie about a haunted window landed him a job on the CLOSE ENCOUNTERS effects crew. He’s a writer and a film editor experienced in features, TV commercials, Cannon movie trailers, special montages and disc docus. But he’s most proud of finding the lost ending for a famous film noir, that few people knew was missing. Glenn is grateful for Trailers From Hell’s generous offer of a guest reviewing haven for CineSavant.