His Excellency |
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His Excellency - 1952 | 82mins | Drama | B&WThe Production TeamDirector: Robert
Hamer. Producer: Michael Truman. Script: Robert Hamer and W.P. Lipscomb. (from a play by Dorothy and Campbell Christie) Cinematography: Douglas Slocombe. Art Direction: Jim Morahan. Editing: Seth Holt. Music: Handel. |
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The CastEric Portman - George Harrison Cecil Parker - Sir James Kirkman Helen Cherry - Lady Kirkman Susan Stephen - Peggy Harrison Edward Chapman - The Admiral Clive Morton - G.O.C. Robin Bailey - Charles Alec Mango - Jackie Geoffrey Keen - Morellos John Salew - Fernando |
Plot SynopsisColonial affairs were the theme of Robert Hamer's His Excellency, which had Eric Portman cast as the former leader of a dockers' trade union appointed to the post of governor of a Artista, a British Mediterranean island colony. Adapted from a play by Dorothy and Campbell Christie, His Excellency retains a stagebound atmosphere. It’s other great fault lies in the way it wastes the theme's potential in a glib and artificial treatment. At times the film is like an Ealing comedy that got away, with familiar stereotypes such as the ladies who form the clientele of the 'Old Tea Shoppe', and the governor's staff. The governor himself tends towards caricature, retaining a shirt sleeves and braces attitude akin to a trade-union rabble rouser long after he should have made a transition to the respectability demanded by his appointment. An industrial island, it finds itself further embroiled in a terrible
fight over low pay and terrible working conditions. A strike ensues,
but the new governor remembers what it feels like to be an abused working
stiff and so refuses to call out troops to break the strike. He tries
to use his experiences on both sides of the fence to mediate between
the angry labourers, but it's to no avail and the governor must make
a difficult decision. The key scene has him facing an incipient riot
and drawing on his experience of dockyard militancy to win over the
mob and the admiration of the sceptical Britons. Not only is it wildly
improbable, but there is something patronising and offensive in the
tone, as though six years of Labour government in which many a working-class
minister had sat in Cabinet with no lack of savoir-faire had passed
by completely unnoticed. Robert Hamer returned to Ealing specially to
make this film, but compared with the promise of his earlier work it
is disappointing and marks the beginning of his decline. |
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