Word: richardson
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE MOVIES (NBC, 8:30-11 p.m.). Albert Finney, Susannah York, Hugh Griffith, Dame Edith Evans, Joan Greenwood and Diane Cilento in the many-Oscared film version of Henry Fielding's Tom Jones (1963). This romantic romp in 18th century England was directed by Tony Richardson...
Back on the ground, with little but their own dignity to hide behind, Laurence Olivier, Harry Andrews, Ralph Richardson and Trevor Howard have some good sport impersonating various historical figures who stand about the control room looking grim but determined. There is a thunderous, pseudo-symphonic score to delude the audience into believing that various moments are tense, exciting, exhilarating, tragic, or all of those things at once. It also helps keep people awake during the movie's interminable 2-hr. 10-min. running time, in which it often seems that The Battle of Britain takes longer to watch...
Virtuoso Stock. Martin's patient is Lord Fortnum (Ralph Richardson), who lives in morbid fear of turning into a bed sitting room. He eventually does, of course. Just the way Penelope's Mum (Mona Washbourne) turns into a dresser and her Dad (Arthur Lowe) into a parrot, while Penelope herself (Rita Tushingham) takes 17 months to give birth to one baby and about 37 seconds to deliver herself of a second. All this goes on while the police (Peter Cook and Dudley Moore) fly overhead in a rusted-out patrol car suspended from the end of a helium...
...funnier and more tightly controlled, makes How I Won look like a warm-up exercise. There has been no director of such prodigious comic invention since the halcyon days of Preston Sturges. Lester throws off sight gags and visual puns like some pyrotechnical pinwheel and molds character actors (Richardson, Roy Kinnear, the superb Michael Hordern) into a virtuoso stock company. But he also knows the value of good writing, and Charles Wood's script is a model of subdued rage and satiric precision. "I always used to say 'For Christ's sakes, drop it,'" Mum tells...
...history of the English novel, heroines department, could be summarized as stories of Girls Who Dared To. They swooned, they wept, they rolled their eyes upward, but they dared to. They dared to, and did they ever pay for it, those primrose pathfinders, from Richardson's Clarissa to Thomas Hardy's Tess of the D'Urbervilles...