Brief Encounter

Brief Encounter
UK 1946

BFI Top 100 #2

All I had previously known of Brief Encounter was from The History Boys where the students act out the final moments in the classroom.  From this and general chit chat about the film, I took it to be silly, overdramatic and more English than a bulldog playing cricket in a bowler hat.

Having spent an hour and half with Laura and Alec I am pleasantly proved wrong. The strange juxtaposition of their relationship, impeccably chaste yet furiously passionate, is heartbreaking and delightful viewing.

The film’s structure is elegant and effective. Though we gain much from hearing the story from Laura’s side, it makes you wonder what Alec is returning home to after each of their meetings.

There is a common view of “old movie” actors being either melodramatic or impossibly straight-laced. But whilst Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard’s accents’ may be clipped, their heartfelt performances are full of pathos.  Superbly cast, I would defy anyone not to be immediately charmed by Howard’s good humour and soft voice.

The subtle and nuanced acting makes what is really quite a small story into a plot with enough twists and drama to rival any globe-trotting thriller.  It is of huge credit to the filmmakers that a small cast, few locations and the beautiful use of a key musical theme should create a piece that feels so weighty.

It is a simple story with a great richness of character and emotion. Laura’s impassioned inner monologue will be ringing in my ears for some time to come.

The Third Man


The Third Man
UK, 1949    BFI Top 100 #1

The Third Man is a fast paced, funny and exciting little gem. Though the identity of the eponymous third man was a twist that I guessed at early on the unravelling of the tale is executed in a teasing fashion. Your impression of Harry Lime changes with each character you meet. Their relationship with the unfortunate American dictates your own views of the character.

The bit characters that appear are exceptionally detailed. They add a rich, distorted humanity to the crumbling post-war Vienna. I particularly like the character design for the ‘Baron’. Never again will we such a splendid bow tie and furs combo.

My only other encounter to date with Orson Welles is in Touch of Evil (1958) where in addition to an excellent performance he carries a rather lethal amount of bulk. In The Third Man it is an altogether more lithe chap we meet. He’s a handsome devil. Lime can be added to the long line of characters that grab my imagination by the neck and shake it into submission.

Smart and sneaky in equal turns, Lime is an incorrigibly charming terror you cannot help but have a grudging respect for despite the revulsion to their actions.

With stunning locations, detailed visual language and an startling modern opening montage the only part of The Third Man lacking is the relationship between Martins and Anna. Little intimacy appears between the characters; Anna’s extended mourning seems an impenetrable barrier between the two.  This is no real fault of Graham Greene’s superior skills as a storyteller but an inherent quality of film noire. The closing moment of the film does leave their relationship on a suitably bitter-sweet note.