Thursday, 9 July 2015
The Damned (1961, Joseph Losey)
Quixotic and capricious he may have been, but former Hollywood enfant terrible and bete noire of the conservative classes Joseph Losey has left behind him an astonishing celluloid legacy - whether one is thinking of immaculate psychodramas such as the Dirk Bogarde vs James Fox spectacular The Servant (1963) or the Harold Pinter authored Accident (1967), the Paths of Glory-esque meditation upon the futility of war and the follies of the militaristic mindset King and Country (1964), or the romantic sweep of L. P. Hartley adaptation The Go-Between (1971). Perhaps there are folks out there who really dig the pop-art groove and Swinging Sixties psychedelic spy spoofings of Modesty Blaise (1966) (i know i do), or even those demented enough to have a thing for the abortive adaptation of Tennesee Williams' play 'The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore' Boom! (1968) (i suppose watching Richard Burton and Liz Taylor embarrassing themselves might appeal to some). But enough of this past is prologue preamble! We are here for other things.
However, Losey's work for Hammer would lead just a few years later to them engaging his talents to direct one of my favourite movies - The Damned.
A fantastic fatalistic fantasy.