Monthly Archives: May 2020

  • The Maggie

    Alexander Mackendrick (1954)

    The American screenwriter William Rose followed up Genevieve, his story of a beloved veteran car, with one about a superannuated cargo vessel.  The title transport in this Ealing comedy is a Clyde ‘puffer’, despised by shipping professionals but held in affection by the Glasgow public.  In Genevieve, the mostly good-humoured adversaries were two individuals, the owners of rival vehicles in the London to Brighton Veteran Car Run.  The Maggie[1] sets up a larger opposition between wily local underdogs and high-handed external agencies:  the puffer’s captain and its three-man crew versus a bulldozing American industrialist, his English sidekick and, by implication, the forces of technological progress and economic clout.  (Although this is technically an original screenplay, Rose was inspired by the short stories of Neil Munro (1863-1930), featuring the Clyde puffer Vital Spark and her canny skipper Para Handy.)  It’s a David-and-Goliath set-up typical of Ealing and comic terrain that Alexander Mackendrick had worked before, and to very similar effect, in Whisky Galore! (1949).

    The big-shot self-made businessman (‘the American’ in the film’s opening titles) is Calvin B Marshall (Paul Douglas), who urgently needs furniture and mod cons delivered to his new Scottish holiday home on an island up the West Coast.  The Maggie’s captain, MacTaggart (Alex Mackenzie), who can’t get commissions from the shipping company, is out of funds to pay for renewal of his boat’s licence.  He overhears a conversation between the company head (Geoffrey Keen) and Pusey (Hubert Gregg), Marshall’s bowler-hatted, umbrella-toting acolyte:  the shipping company has nothing immediately available to carry Marshall’s consignment.  MacTaggart seizes the opportunity and tricks Pusey into thinking he’s offering as a conveyance the robust-looking craft docked next to The Maggie.  Before Pusey has time to realise his blunder, the valuable cargo is on its way aboard the clapped-out puffer but MacTaggart starts as he means to go on.  The Maggie’s progress is slow, to say the least.  An irate Marshall muscles in and boards the boat himself.  A full seven days later – after numerous delays and subterfuges on the part of MacTaggart and his crew, and failed attempts by Marshall to take control – The Maggie finally limps towards her destination.  When tide and winds drive her onto rocks, the only one way to save the puffer is to jettison the cargo, which MacTaggart failed to insure.  The last seen of the vessel, she’s back on the Clyde, renamed the Calvin B Marshall.

    I hadn’t realised until seeing The Maggie that it influenced Bill Forsyth’s Local Hero more extensively than did Whisky Galore!  The islanders of the latter share with those of Local Hero a valuable commodity they want to make the most of, and which is coveted by interfering outsiders.  But evocations of The Maggie in Local Hero are more numerous.  The tycoon Felix Happer and his thwarted executive Mac can both claim kinship with Calvin B Marshall.  The latter, like Mac, has to make repeated telephone phone calls to try and sort things out, including calls from a quayside phone box, where he runs out of change.  The eccentric looks of MacTaggart’s first mate (James Copeland) and ancient engineer (Abe Barker) seem to foreshadow some of the Ferness fishermen’s faces.  An island community’s celebration of the hundredth birthday of Davy McDougall (Gilbert Stevenson), one of MacTaggart’s many stops en route, anticipates in various ways the ceilidh central to Forsyth’s film.  A shot of Marshall outside the window of the pub where this gathering takes place, shows him looking wistfully in.  He briefly joins the party, meets the birthday boy, then gets into conversation with Sheena (Fiona Clyne), a young local woman who can’t decide which of two men to marry.  When she tells him one is both more ambitious and more handsome than the other, Marshall thinks it’s a no-brainer.  Sheena replies that she thinks she’ll marry the other young man because she’ll see more of him.  Her surprising choice gives go-getting, wife-ignoring Marshall cause to wonder if his priorities are wrong.

    Why is it that Local Hero is one of my favourite films but I find The Maggie, like Whisky Galore!, tedious and vexing?   Bill Forsyth treats his characters humorously but gives some of them surprising aspects and every one of them a fair hearing.  They have marine settings but there’s no ebb and flow in the fortunes of opposing interests in either of Alexander Mackendrick’s films.  The role of patsy in The Maggie passes from one inept authority figure to the next in a kind of relay.  Pusey tracks down MacTaggart and his crew soon after their departure, and discovers that two of them have disembarked for a spot of poaching.  ‘I fail to see what’s amusing about breaking the law’, declares stuffy Pusey.  In trying to deal with the situation, he gets mixed up with the poachers and is taken into police custody, having incurred the wrath of the laird (Mark Dignam) on whose estate the poaching is going on.  The laird intervenes to lay down the law and, in a scuffle with Pusey, falls into a loch, where he thrashes about yelling that he can’t swim.  Then it’s over to Marshall to be made to look silly.

    The fourth member of the puffer’s crew is adolescent Dougie (Tommy Kearins), known to all as ‘the wee boy’.  As Dougie cooks breakfast for Marshall, the boy repeatedly asks why he’s intent on trying to arrange for another vessel to take over his cargo.  When Dougie also explains that The Maggie isn’t just MacTaggart’s livelihood but his life (he was actually born on the boat), Marshall becomes reflective.  The depth of Mac’s changed outlook and yearning in Local Hero gives me goosebumps just to think of as I write this; in The Maggie, the moments that give the American pause for thought have no lasting impact.  He quickly reverts to type and must therefore be duped and humiliated once again.

    He thinks he’s finally outfoxed MacTaggart when he tries to buy The Maggie, whose owner is the captain’s fearsome sister (Meg Buchanan).  Miss MacTaggart has no time for her scapegrace brother but she knows where her duty lies in the face of a takeover bid from a bullying foreigner, and turns Marshall down.  He’s baffled; ‘You wouldn’t understand,’ Dougie tells him.  The eventual fate of the cargo doesn’t symbolise Marshall’s throwing overboard his materialism.  He suffers defeat after defeat without experiencing any change of heart.  The casting of Paul Douglas in what is, in terms of screen time and dialogue, the lead role, doesn’t help.  Often a good actor in essentially supporting parts, Douglas lacks the range and the audience rapport needed to engage any sympathy for Marshall’s predicament.

    A resourceful home team outwits culturally destructive, self-important ‘invaders’:  the essential Ealing comedy contest couldn’t fail, in the aftermath of World War II, to have great emotional meaning to British audiences.  How consciously they related the Ealing dynamic to the country’s own recent experience is harder to say; in long retrospect, the parallels are impossible to ignore.  They’re also not easy to like in an age when localism and xenophobic insularity have come to hold increasing sway.  (Though I wasn’t keen on this set-up even before Brexit, Trump and so on:  it was back in 2012 that I saw and disliked Passport to Pimlico and Whisky Galore!)

    There’s an additional difficulty in The Maggie.  The direction is proficient; the black-and-white cinematography by Gordon Dines includes some strangely lovely images of the figures of MacTaggart and/or Marshall against pale coastal skies; John Addison’s music gamely tries to make the narrative seem less monotonous than it is.  But as Charles Barr points out in his book Ealing Studios (first published in 1977), ‘One sometimes senses an impatience in Rose and Mackendrick at what they are doing, as if they are trapped in a backwater, and with a fiddling set of conflicts and frustrations’.  A Glasgow journalist (Andrew Keir) covering the story tells Marshall, at any early stage, that the ‘human values’ the puffers are seen to represent is a big part of the popular affection for them.  Barr is right to suggest, though, that the boy Dougie, well played by Tommy Kearins, is the only character who expresses any kind of felt commitment to the tradition of which The Maggie is supposedly part. MacTaggart, in contrast, is, as Barr says, ‘clever but in a rather sterile, short-term way’.  The clash between him and Marshall is inert and one-way traffic in two senses: Marshall makes all the noise and loses all the arguments.

    5 May 2020

    [1] The film was released in the US as High and Dry.

  • The Assistant

    Kitty Green (2019)

    Writer-director Kitty Green’s first feature details a single day of working life in the New York offices of a film production company, as experienced by Jane (Julia Garner), a recent recruit to the company after graduation from Northwestern University and a couple of intern jobs.  She’s a junior assistant to the organisation’s boss.  He remains unseen throughout the film (his voice is heard occasionally on the telephone, bawling Jane out) but he’s evidently a sexual predator.  Jane’s early morning duties include cleaning up his office from the previous day.  As she scrubs a sofa, the expression on her face suggests she’s trying to remove bodily fluid stains from it.  She finds an earring, whose young female owner comes to claim it later in the day.  A new addition to the secretariat turns up in reception.  Sienna (Kristine Froseth), from Boise, Idaho, has no relevant work experience but she’s not exactly unqualified.  The boss met her on a business trip to Sun Valley, where Sienna was waitressing.  He decided he wanted her more regularly available.

    The Assistant appears to be set in the present though any mention of Harvey Weinstein or #MeToo is as conspicuous by its absence from the film as the face of the Weinstein-ish villain.  That’s essential to Kitty Green’s having-it-both-ways approach.  This is a polemic that needs currency in order to have currency:  any indication that it’s taking place in the pre-#MeToo era would risk allowing a viewer to wonder if things have improved in the meantime.  Green, nevertheless, tells Nikki Baughan in a Sight & Sound (May 2020) interview that ‘the film is set before the rise of the MeToo movement, before we had the language to talk about this stuff’.  The truth, more likely, is that #MeToo ‘language’ would have got in Green’s way, complicated the issue.  By keeping quiet, in what she puts on screen and soundtrack, about exactly when the story is taking place, she minimises the danger of diluting the urgency of her jeremiad.

    On the subject of keeping quiet, some of the dialogue is difficult to hear – and not just that spoken by disembodied voices on the other end of Jane’s numerous short telephone conversations.  This inaudibility is largely the result of diction rather than low volume:  in the role of an HR manager that Jane goes to see, Matthew Macfadyen proves it’s quite possible to speak both naturally and clearly without raising your voice.  On the whole, though, Green, in creating an alienating office environment, seems more intent on letting the audience hear what the technology, rather than its personnel, has to say:  the menacing sounds of the photocopier and the microwave in the office kitchenette come through loud and clear.  (Ditto the agonised strings in Tamar-kali’s score, heard over the closing credits of what is, for most of its running time, a music-free film.)

    Not that the muffled speech matters much anyway:  the film’s insistent message is easy to read from the visuals.  Cinematography and design combine to proclaim that The Assistant is set in a dark time.  The doors and furnishings are predominantly grey.  Battleship or gunmetal grey, perhaps:  the workplace is a war zone, a place where atrocities occur.  Jane’s clothes are colour co-ordinated with her claustrophobic surroundings.  She wears dark trousers, an off-white scarf, a dusty pink top.  When Jane is seen in longer shot, Michael Latham’s sepulchral lighting sometimes gives her close-fitting top the look of exposed flesh.  When she’s on the verge of tears in HR, her interviewer pushes Kleenex in her direction: even the square tissues-holder is metallic and forbidding.

    Kitty Green tells S&S that the predator boss never appears because:

    ‘We’ve had enough stories about those men.  I really wanted the audience to sense how much power he has over that workplace, but I didn’t want anything too graphic.  I think we all know what happens behind those closed doors now.  To me, what happens on the other side of that door is more interesting.’

    Her suggestion that, because he’s physically invisible and his sexual shenanigans occur off-screen, the story isn’t ‘about’ the predator boss is nonsense.  As Green acknowledges, his bullying egocentrism dictates ‘what happens on the other side of the door’ and the reactions of his subordinates, male as well as female.  His behaviour drives The Assistant’s plot, such as it is.  Green does also illustrate what she calls ‘the micro-aggressions and small details that often get ignored and overlooked’.  Jane shares an office with two male assistants (Jon Orsini and Noah Robbins).  Their level of seniority isn’t clear but they treat Jane as a skivvy.  It’s clear the heroine is hard-working and competent:  Green devotes plenty of screen time to describing the minutiae of her demeaning chores, as if to demonstrate how unfairly treated Jane is because she’s a woman, though some of this seems like a function of grade and newness in the job – which Jane has been doing for only five weeks – as much as of gender.  While it’s true this kind of dogsbody is more likely to be female than male, Green doesn’t help her case by having other, presumably senior women employees in evidence show Jane no more consideration than the men do.  Besides, the monstrous boss – who comes across as three parts Weinstein, two parts Trump – seems to treat everyone like crap.

    That said, Green works in a variety of misandrist touches, showing males in a bad light even when they’re not being consciously nasty.  During the first half of Jane’s day, the only two men (in fact the only two people) to show her a semblance of friendliness are a fellow-traveller in the lift, and one of her co-workers in the boss’s outer office.  Jane and the man in the lift (a cameo from Patrick Wilson, not exactly as himself but as ‘Famous Actor’, according to the cast list) move forward to exit at the same time:  when she then stands back to let him go first, he naturally does just that, smiling and lightly touching her in acknowledgement.  In return for trying and failing to appease the boss’s wife, who phones to demand why he’s blocked her use of their credit cards, Jane gets an earful from the man himself.  She then composes an apologetic email to him; the man at the desk next to hers suggests tweaking the text then smiles and tells Jane not to worry about it:  the reassurance is accompanied by an encouraging pat.  Even when they’re not being predators and/or otherwise bastards, men can’t keep their hands to themselves.  The HR man’s name, though I didn’t hear it mentioned, turns out to be Wilcock.  In the context of this film, the name sounds, to British ears at least, symbolic.

    Almost needless to say, most critics have praised The Assistant.  Kitty Green is dealing with a widespread systemic scandal that doubtless persists, even if #MeToo has made a difference.  To disparage the film can seem to be denying the cultural reality of the power structures – their abuses and pernicious effects – that are at the heart of the piece.  It’s a poor movie, for all that – mostly monotonous and, on the rare occasions that Green tries to supply background or move the story along, unconvincing.  Not long into her working day, Jane steps out of the office for a couple of minutes to phone her mother.  Jane initiates this contact, from which she learns that it was her father’s birthday the previous day, which she forgot.  Her mother asks if she can phone her father after work that evening.  Jane says she will and keeps her word, though it’s late in the day when she finally gets out of work.  When she phones her father from a fast-food eatery, he makes a few bland remarks before quickly drawing the conversation to a close because he needs to take the dog for a walk.  He asks Jane to phone at the weekend:  he and his wife want to ‘hear all about’ her new job.  Does this mean she hasn’t called them before during the last five weeks?  If so, how come she decided to take time out of a hectic work schedule to phone home that morning?  This is a clumsy way of showing how much her gruesome job is absorbing Jane’s time and mind though perhaps for Green the father’s lack of interest in talking to his daughter is another point scored against patriarchy.

    A more serious weakness of the film is exposed in Jane’s visit to HR:  Green can’t choose between two different approaches to her material and tries to force them together.  On the one hand, she’s attracted to compression of events into a single working day – to give the narrative a quasi-‘real time’ charge and, I suspect, obviate the difficulty of exploring the protagonist more thoroughly.  On the other, she wants to convey the cumulative impact of the pathological workplace on Jane.   The advent of Sienna, whom the boss has installed in a nearby hotel, is the last straw that sends Jane to HR.  From what we know about who she is (not much, admittedly), she doesn’t seem impulsive yet this action is just that.  She doesn’t make a prior appointment with HR; she just walks in and gets to see Wilcock immediately.  Once their interview is underway, Jane falls to pieces.  His intentionally disarming questioning succeeds in making it sound as if her complaint is motivated by resentment of the new arrival rather than concern about what’s going on.   High-flying Northwestern graduate she may be but Jane can’t manage to tell Wilcock that, for example, the boss’s taking time out on ‘personal’ business with Sienna means that he missed an appointment with overseas clients.  Green wants us to see Jane wilting in the face of Wilcock’s relatively sophisticated form of bullying.  The scene made this viewer feel it was the writer-director, rather than the smooth HR apparatchik, who was stacking the deck.

    This episode is the highlight of The Assistant, even so.  It’s not a long film, only eighty-five minutes, but it wouldn’t lose much at an hour less than that – it would be better as a fifteen-minute short comprising nothing but the interview.  That would get rid of the protracted description of Jane’s soul-destroying office routines.  If she arrived to see Wilcock without our knowing anything about her, there’d be no danger of her acting out of character.  Most of what we learn about Jane emerges in the HR conversation – where she was educated, her prior employment history, how long she’s been with the company, her ambition to be a film producer.  This exchange, on its own, would be enough to raise the powerful predator theme and to show, through Wilcock’s cunning destruction of Jane’s resistance and the chilling reassurance of his parting shot (‘Don’t worry – you’re not his type’), the boss’s penetrating malign influence on organisational culture.

    That last point could be made with more startling impact if Jane’s HR interviewer were a woman but that was clearly unthinkable for Green.  The mogul’s outrageous behaviour is common knowledge.  It goes without saying that the male staff are complicit in it but what about the other women in the place?   In dramatising (for want of a better word) the silencing of a woman who dares to speak, Green herself silences the other female employees.  There’s a real positive in the HR person being a man, though – Matthew Macfadyen’s performance enlivens and lifts The Assistant for a few minutes.  Julia Garner plays Jane with impressive consistency and concentration but has little scope for developing her characterisation:  the scene with Wilcock is her only opportunity to spark with another actor.  Macfadyen seems to get better and better.  He shone as the Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? legend Charles Ingram in last month’s ITV entertaining though evasive mini-series Quiz, showing a fine comic deftness (as well as a degree of empathy that Ingram probably didn’t deserve).  As Wilcock, Macfadyen is subtly incisive.  His pushing the tissues towards Jane is a case in point:  a seemingly sensitive gesture is rendered utterly perfunctory.

    Perhaps it’s not surprising, given the area she herself works in, that Green chose to set her story in a film production company, even though sexual harassment and worse has, in the last few years, been more exposed in the entertainment industry than any other – and Green claims that she ‘wanted any woman to be able to relate to the character and her experiences’.  In her rave review accompanying their S&S interview, Nikki Baughan claims that Kitty Green ‘devastatingly … lays bare the fears that come with being made to feel like a voiceless, helpless, insignificant woman in an aggressively male environment’.  You wonder what Baughan expected The Assistant to reveal.  Plenty of other reviews refer to Jane having ‘recently landed her dream job’.   This information must have been included in press notes for the film because no one could infer it from what’s on screen.  Jane looks thoroughly oppressed from the start of her working day.  What follows is little more than a drearily unrelenting vindication of her tense, unsmiling face.

    2 May 2020

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