(1958 Drama)

LOOK BACK IN ANGER US video artwork

STARRING: Richard Burton (Jimmy Porter), Claire Bloom (Helena Charles), Mary Ure (Alison Porter), Edith Evans (Mrs. Tanner), Gary Raymond (Cliff Lewis), Donald Pleasence (Hurst), Glen Byam Shaw (Colonel Redfern), Phyllis Neilson-Terry (Mrs. Redfern), S.P. Kapoor (Kapoor), Nigel Davenport (1st Commercial Traveller)

DIRECTOR: Tony Richardson
SCREENPLAY: Nigel Kneale (based on the play by John Osborne)
PRODUCER: Harry Saltzman

United Kingdom

99 minutes

Black and White

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Donald Pleasence trying to intimidate Richard Burton

A review by Bosley Crowther of THE NEW YORK TIMES

The fury and hate that John Osborne was able to pack into a flow of violent words in his stage play, Look Back in Anger, are not only matched but also documented in the film that the original stage director, Tony Richardson, has made from that vicious play.

Mary Ure and Burton In a rush of pictorial reinforcement that leads one to suspect Mr. Richardson was just itching for the cinema medium to fill the background and heighten the fever of the play, the passion of the characters now comes at you through the drab and depressing milieu of a genuine British midlands city and the sweatiness of an ugly slum.

The film, produced in England by Harry Saltzman, opened here last night at the Forum and Baronet Theatres with benefit showings for the March of Dimes.

In our eyes, the principal character in this ferocious account of the emotional vandalism committed by what is popularly known as an "angry young man" is still a conventional weakling, a routine crybaby who cannot quite cope with the problems of a tough environment and, so, vents his spleen in nasty words. And the two women who let him run over them, his wife and his mistress, still seem to us to be strangely gullible creatures, a little self-piteous themselves.

But, at least, in this cacaphonic picture, which has a sort of metallic clatter and bang and a throbbing, eccentric jazz tempo that is picked up from time to time on the sound track, Mr. Richardson does provide us with a sense of the dismal atmosphere, the prevalence of social stagnation, that helps to frustrate our young man.

The long accumulation of middle-class smugness against which he fitfully rebels by blowing a jazz trumpet at a Saturday-night hot-spot and blasting the Sabbath dawn is brilliantly illustrated by shots of people going to church in the rain and by glimpses of rows of ugly houses and streets in which grimy youngsters play. And the piteousness of his occupation as the keeper of a candy stall is conveyed in a stinging little drama of discord with the market superintendent.

Mr. Richardson uses his camera in a hard, crisp documentary style that recalls the way Carol Reed used one in his memorable The Stars Look Down.

Burton playing his jazz trumpet In getting performances from his actors, Mr. Richardson repeats the quality of the play. Richard Burton is frenzied to the point of mania as the husband who hates the agony of life. His tirades are eloquent but tiring, his breast beatings are dramatic but dull and his occasional lapses into sadness are pathetic but endurable.

Mary Ure makes a touching slavey as his nerve-jangled, fear-cluttered wife, representing the female frustration that can come in a tortured atmosphere. And Claire Bloom is delightful, sharp and catty as the neighboring friend who won’t take the blowhard’s guff---until, by a curious reversal, she succumbs to his pathos and falls in love with him.

Gary Raymond, as a genial, weakling Welsh friend, is the most agreeable actor in the film, and Edith Evans is amusing but mystifying as an ancient huckster’s wife.

The jazz score provided by Chris Barber and his band and the trumpet playing Pat Halcox does on behalf of Mr. Burton are exciting and helpful to the whole.

From the September 16, 1959 edition of THE NEW YORK TIMES.

Review © 1956 THE NEW YORK TIMES. All Rights Reserved.


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