A Christmas Carol (1951)
I had plans yesterday to meet my friend
glitzfrau , but- after looking out the window at regular intervals and comparing notes- we agreed to postpone. There are only about seven miles between us, but they are currently chock-a-block with snow.
In the afternoon Ailz and I watched the 1951 version of A Christmas Carol, with Alastair Sim as Scrooge. The secret of Sim's success in the role is that we never hate him. He's not a bad man, merely a soured man- and his conversion- under the deluge of thoughts and feelings he's been keeping dammed back- is perfectly believable. I was surprised at how much of Dickens political anger this version retains- his very specific rage against the cruel, Utiltarian philosophy of the moneymen of his day. A Christmas Carol isn't rootless fantasy; it's about a particular time, a particular society- or- in the case of this version- two times and two societies that have a lot to say to one another- the churned-up, newly industrial Britain of the 1840s and the churned-up, quasi-socialist Britain of the brief golden age after World War II.
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The definitive, accept no substitutes! I grew up on him. And the rest of the host of character actors who populate the cast: Michael Hordern, George Cole, Ernest Thesiger, a very young Patrick Macnee; I'm sure I'm forgetting people.
He's not a bad man, merely a soured man- and his conversion- under the deluge of thoughts and feelings he's been keeping dammed back- is perfectly believable.
Yes. It is less a terror of his future than the weight of regret in his past that changes him, once it swamps back up into his life; the reminder that he used to be someone else.
A Christmas Carol isn't rootless fantasy; it's about a particular time, a particular society- or- in the case of this version- two times and two societies that have a lot to say to one another- the churned-up, newly industrial Britain of the 1840s and the churned-up, quasi-socialist Britain of the brief golden age after World War II.
You're a very good film critic.
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One of the pleasures of these old British movies is bumping up against so many old friends- often in tiny roles. Miles Malleson as the rag-picker is a stand-out for me.