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Today we feature a clip from a largely forgotten film The Hellfire Club
(1961) Starring Keith Michell, Adrienne Corri and Peter Cushing based
on the infamous 'Gentlemen's' society of the 18th century. It's often wrongly sighted as a Hammer Films production probably because the film was co-written by Jimmy Sangster and features Peter Cushing and other Hammer regulars Francis Matthews & Miles Malleson in small roles.
Directed by Robert S. Baker and Monty Berman who co-directed several films with scripts by Jimmy Sangster such as the horror/crime film Jack The Ripper (1959) and the historical drama film The Siege of Sidney Street (1960). A fun film while not entirely successful, it's a good swashbuckling adventure film. Is the film at hit or miss for you?
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If there was ever the possibility of a escaped killer 'spider' on the
loose in your community...Miles Malleson's Bishop would be the last
person you would go to for advice..or even a confession, that the creepy
crawly could be HIS! Peter Cushing here as Sherlock Holmes in his one
and only appearance as the master detective for Hammer films in 'The
Hound of the Baskervilles' (1959)
Here is our feature, with gallery on the magical Mr Malleson!HERE
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Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing: The Last Meeting. Cushing and Lee
talk about Hammer Films regular, character actor Miles Malleson and
their time working with him during the making of Hammer films, 'Dracula'
(1958) and 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' (1959)
A full feature on MILES MALLESON with support gallery to be found
Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee: The Last Meeting Clip 2
The second
in a series of clips of the last time Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee
met, posted here and shared in features and articles on our various
internet platforms. The occasion was the recording of a voice over at a
small recording studio in Canterbury, Kent, UK for a documentary about
Hammer films, called Flesh and Blood, that was later screened in two
parts on the BBC. Part two was broadcast just two days after Peter
Cushing's death on Thursday August 11, 1994. We post the clips under
the title of 'ONE LAST TIME' ...in part a nod to the cameos that both
Cushing and Lee played in a film entitled 'One More Time' as a favour to
Hammer fan and friend, Sammy Davis jr.
The unedited footage runs at
approx one hour. Over the next two years, we will edit clips and share
them. We are sensitive to anything within the footage that compromises
confidentiality. The footage was shot with both Cushing and Lee's
consent. Enjoy this last and rare moment, feel free to leave a comment
or click a like, if you feel happy to and please come see us at any of
our links below. You will be most welcome!
You know him, even if you think you don’t.........
If you’ve ever watched a
British comedy film or a Hammer horror, chances are you’ll have come
across this cherubic king of the two-minute cameo. He is never the star,
though he appeared in nearly a hundred films. He leaves all the hard
work to Peter Cushing or Peter Sellers and then, usually about half an
hour in, he comes on, steals the show, and goes again.
Yet he was much more
than a mere eccentric old man who wanders on in the middle of horror
films. After abandoning his original plan to become a schoolteacher he
achieved a considerable reputation as actor, playwright, screenwriter
and translator. He worked for Hitchcock, Michael Powell, Michael Winner
and Paul Rotha.
Neither was he the cosy
pillar of the establishment that his image – and the generally
imperialistic nature of his major screenwriting assignments – would
suggest. Despite celebrating British history and values in such scripts
as Nell Gwyn (1934), Rhodes of Africa (1936), Victoria the Great (1937) and The First of the Few
(1942) he was a prominent member of the anti-conscription movement in
the First World War, an outspoken pacifist and part of that band of
woolly liberal intellectuals that surrounded Bertrand Russell. He sat on
the advisory council of the Masses Stage and Film Guild, established by
the Labour party in 1929 to bring great cultural works to the working
classes.
He even sent his
children to Russell’s appalling experimental school, where discipline
was outlawed and children not obliged to attend lessons if they didn’t
want to: barbarism and savagery soon held sway as the great sage watched
placidly from his tower. Russell also, as was invariably his custom
with close male friends, struck up a long-standing affair with
Malleson’s first wife, actress Colette O’Neil. (The two had only married
under pressure: they were both advocates of co-habitation and sexual
freedom.
Yes, this is Miles Malleson I’m talking about.
My favourite Malleson anecdote is the one about him coming out of an early performance of Look Back In Anger,
the worst play ever written, ruefully shaking his head and mumbling
"But bad manners isn't social criticism..." Quite a few chickens came
home that night. All of which surely points to a biography
screaming to be written, yet for all of his achievements and the variety
of his gifts, this is ultimately his greatest talent: when you’re
watching a Hammer film and Miles Malleson comes on, you smile.
Malleson was Hammer’s
jolly old man: a beaming, sweet natured, white-haired elf. His
inimitable style and perfect timing made him an unlikely but definitive
component of the studio's formula, and a bit of their magic died when he
made his last appearance in 1962. (He retired from acting, due to
failing eyesight, in 1965 and died, aged 80, in 1969.)
Luckily for us, Malleson
was around when it was still felt that audiences needed occasional
comic relief from the intense terror generated by the sight of
Christopher Lee in a long cloak. His job in Hammer films, then, is to
come on at half time like the gatekeeper in Macbeth, and
lighten the mood. The early Hammer films are forever stopping off at
inns to eavesdrop on the rustic chorus, and the studio kept a rotating
pool of actors on its books solely to play this assortment of drunks,
innkeepers, layabouts and poachers, men like Harold Goodwin, George
Woodbridge, Michael Ripper and such occasional guest yokels as John
Laurie and Lionel Jeffries. They were all superb but Malleson was king,
and his little cameos of good cheer retain their charm even now when,
like the songs in a Marx Brothers film, they no longer serve a necessary
dramatic function.
VIDEO CLIP ADDITION MARCH 2016: Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing: The Last Meeting. Cushing and Lee
talk about Hammer Films regular, character actor Miles Malleson and
their time working with him during the making of Hammer films, 'Dracula'
(1958) and 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' (1959)
Malleson was never to be
found in disreputable taverns at Hammer, he is usually cast as a
professional man, albeit one of considerable eccentricity. (His last
Hammer appearance, as the cabbie in The Phantom of the Opera [1962], is as downmarket as he got.) In Dracula
(1958) he is a top-hatted undertaker who does drum-rolls on the coffins
and laughs as he tells the story of a mourner who slipped on his steps
and died. (“He came to pay his last respects and he remained to share
them – oh yes, very amusing it was.”) His face, a gift to any
cartoonist, never relaxes its vast, contorted smile. When Malleson
laughs his eyes disappear and his mouth outgrows his face.
If you’ve seen Dracula
with a live audience you’ll have noticed that while much of the horror
receives the de rigeur ignorant laughter now expected of sophisticated
audiences, and later comic relief involving a blustering toll-gate
keeper is met with impatience, when Malleson comes on the change in
reaction is unmistakable. The sophistication of his playing leaps the
years, and the laughter is warm and genuine.
His best role for Hammer (and his largest) was the befuddled Bishop Frankland in The Hound of the Baskervilles
(1959). In his first scene (of two) he keeps mentioning sherry until
the hint is taken and a glass proffered: he ends up having two. (“Now
that you mention sherry, do you know I think I might like a glass.”) The
plot would have us believe he is a world authority on spiders and
insects, but it is hard to credit the man we see crawling about on a
flight of stone steps trying to scoop a spider into his hat with the
capacity for scholarly study. Dressed elegantly in a black tail coat and
top hat, he audibly creaks when in motion. His second scene is a
beautiful duet; he is matched perfectly with Peter Cushing’s Holmes, the
one all business and laser focus, the other dancing pirouettes around
him, offering sherry and drifting off on vague tangents.
First mistaking Holmes
for the workman come to mend his immobile telescope, he is delighted
when Holmes does the job himself and couldn’t be happier when the
telescope’s sudden fluidity of movement causes him to swing it too
forcefully, smashing a window. Unaware that Holmes has left the room
while his attention is fixed on the comings and goings of his
neighbours, director Terence Fisher cuts to a beautiful long shot as
Malleson does a full 360 degree turn, extends both his arms at right
angles from his body, pauses, looks at the camera and says “Well! He’s
gone!”
One suspects Fisher had a particular fondness for Malleson, just as James Whale did for Una O’Connor. In Brides of Dracula
(1960) he comes close to letting him shuffle off with the film’s proper
atmosphere. Again paired delightfully with Cushing (here as arch
vampire hunter Van Helsing) he is a hypochondriac doctor in a startling
blonde toupee who dismisses vampirism as superstitious nonsense but is
happy to immerse his head in a bowl of noxiously steaming quack
remedies. Straight man Cushing does the seriousness and grim portent
while Malleson makes inane suggestions and attributes the vampire’s bite
marks to an over-fond pet dog.
His interplay with
Cushing is especially amusing for the manner in which his character
treats Van Helsing as his intellectual peer, while the latter is merely
indulging an ally he clearly finds buffoonish and tiresome. Only
Malleson is blind to the implications of Van Helsing’s attitude toward
him, and continues to discuss matters of which he knows nothing in
hushed professional tones. (“I might even put your specialist’s fee on
my own little account!” he chirps delightedly.) While Cushing talks
gravely of vampires to the headmaster of the girls’ school through which
one is prowling, Malleson is clearly visible in the background,
fumbling about at the headmaster’s desk, stealing our attention simply
by picking things up and putting them down again, gazing distractedly at
books and looking around the room. It is probably the humblest, most
inadvertent bit of scene stealing in film history, but I challenge
anyone to recall what Cushing is actually saying.
He pops up in one or two other interesting places, too, such as Michael Powell’s Peeping Tom
(1960). Here he is the elderly porn enthusiast who enters his local
tobacconist’s and asks to see some “views”. The proprietor produces an
album of soft core photos from under the counter, Malleson makes
approving noises as he leafs through briefly before asking “How much
would the lot be?” And he brings just the right blend of eccentricity
and eeriness to the role of the ominous hearse driver/bus conductor in Dead of Night (1945).
“Room for one inside, sir…”
Malleson is always
exactly the right man for the job; his scenes are funny not because he
is given funny lines but because he is a superb interpretive actor who
has been given lines that are exactly what his character would say.
That’s why it is easy to believe that these parts were written with him
in mind, or even were largely improvised. That we no longer actually need
him to lighten the mood in horror in films that now seem uniformly
charming and innocent only adds to his appeal. Stripped of his actual
function, his performances are pure indulgence. And still, when he
appears, forty years after he made his last film, we smile.
