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(DB7 @ Jun 21 2004, 02:22 PM)
The Collector (1965)
Back in the days before psycho thrillers became run-of-the-mill, Wyler was delivering genuinely disturbing little numbers like this adaptation of John Fowles' novel. Terence Stamp stars as the socially inept bank worker who extends his love of collecting butterflies to human specimens, and art student Samantha Eggar is the prospective next victim who might just prove too smart for her captor. Kenneth More was also cast as Eggar's older lover, but his whole role was removed in the final edit.
The Wrong Box (1966)
Shambolic, undisciplined, all-star period black comedy of a sort that, in the 1960s, was a common feature of American and British cinematic output. In a script based on a Robert Louis Stevenson story, an elderly John Mills attempts to murder Ralph Richardson for Tontine lottery money. Fortunately it managed to preserve a veritable cornucopia of British comedy talent Wilfrid Lawson's tumbledown butler steals every scene he's in, and Peter Cook, Dudley Moore, Tony Hancock, Peter Sellers and Irene Handl are drafted in for the eccentric cameo parts.
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THE COLLECTOR isn't quite a true British movie, though all the elements are from the Fowles book (sad to hear of his passing), and the casting was very up to date from mid-60s London. But most of the movie was shot in Hollywood by Robert Surtees and an American crew and editor. Only exteriors were done in England. And, of course, Wyler was the director. I like the movie, but it has a touch of "Hollywood Englishness" about it, which doesn't totally work for me. By the way, you can still see Kenneth More in here. There's a shot in a pub of Samantha Eggar talking to a man with his back to the camera. That's More.
THE WRONG BOX -- brilliant. Larry Gelbart spent a month on one of the web chat boards a while ago, and he recalled this as one of his all-time favorites (though with some reservations about Brian Forbes' "effete" style). He was living in London at the time (which he loved), wrote the script on spec with Burt Shevelove, and sold it quickly to Columbia. In one of his postings, Gelbart mourned the passing of a time like the early 60s when a literate, funny, period movie based on a relatively obscure novel could be put together so easily and cast so brilliantly. He thinks it is completely forgotten today. My sense is that THE WRONG BOX is much better remembered, and still popular, in England than the U.S.