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When we think of the Forties now... |
I am a '40s baby myself, born in December 1945 just after the war - but I am a child of the '50s as my movie-going began in 1954, when I was 8, as per previous posts here. John Russell Taylor makes some marvellous comments, which I wanted to share ...... as he begins:
Who went to the pictures in the Forties anyway? Well, of
course, everyone did. Women in turbans heading for night shifts shouldered
their way in to weep, among the sleeping soldiery, over the sufferings of Joan
or Greer. Sailors on leave sat goggle-eyed, imprinting on their memories the
images of Betty Grable and Alice Faye to warm the long winter evenings at Scapa
Flow…… and needless to say everyone spent at least some of the time saved from
dodging doodlebugs in London patiently queueing to catch the afterglow of a
vanished Thirties glory in GONE WITH THE WIND...
The Forties were a woman’s world if ever there was one: the
real men might be off at the war, but women were guarding the Home Front and in
the front line were to be found all the great survivors, led of course by the
indomitable trio of Bette, Barbara and Joan. When it came to an all-out woman’s
picture none of the relative newcomers could better them, and only Greer Garson
managed a look-in, largely be inventing her own genre and suffering in the cause
of humanity instead of merely love or money ... There were any number of temptresses, who can forget Joan Bennett ordering Edward G. Robinson to paint her toenails in SCARLET STREET?



My mother particularly liked Alice Faye singing "You'll Never Know" in HELLO FRISCO HELLO (she used to sing it to us), and RANDOM HARVEST, men like Ronald Colman and Walter Pidgeon were the kind of reliable men housewives liked; she continued going to the cinema less often into the early '60s, by then television provided all the entertainment the family needed.
Taylor's article reminded me of Alan Bennett in one of his memoirs, recollecting his aunts, working career girls who modelled themselves on Bette and Joan, in their swagger coats, "consulting the mirror in their power compact" and straightening their nylon seams, as they dished out putdowns to the men who presumed on their favours ...
The Forties now seem to fall into two distinct eras: The War Years up to 1945, and then that Post-War Era. The British cinema captured the 1940s wartime perfectly in items like 2,000 WOMEN, and that post-war era in HOLIDAY CAMP, IT ALWAYS RAINS ON SUNDAY etc (British label). It was the great era of Lean and Michael Powell and Carol Reed, as well as those Gainsborough melodramas (CARAVAN, MADONNA OF THE SEVEN MOONS, THE WICKED LADY) and Anna Neagle-Michael Wilding romances which wartime audiences lapped up. There were those new post-war leading men too as Gregory Peck, William Holden, Mitchum, Lancaster, Douglas came to the fore, as well as new girls Susan and Ava, Deborah and Jean, and Janet - who would all be leading names in the Fifties. The older stars like Gable and Stewart came back from the war and resumed their careers too - "Gable's back and Garson's got him"! while Stewart starred in the new immortal IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. Later films capturing that Forties British wartime were led by Schlesinger's YANKS in 1979, capturing the look and mores of wartime Britain perfectly, as did Frear's A PRIVATE FUNCTION for the post-war era.
My own early '40s favourites included Ty Power and Gene Tierney in the South Seas in SON OF FURY, and Ida Lupino as that very hard-boiled chanteuse in ROADHOUSE (with Richard Widmark in manic mode), or Linda Darnell in any number of films,

I did a piece a while back, on a season on the 1940s which the then National Film Theatre (now the BFI) ran in 1971 - again, only 22 years after the 1940s finished, and over 40 years ago now - but I still have the brochure (left) and I listed what they showed then - as at 1940s-A label.
Mr Taylor wrote a terrific guide to THE HOLLYWOOD MUSICAL, with John Kobal, and other titles I remember like CINEMA EYE, CINEMA EAR, and books on Hitchcock and various others like Welles and Vivien Leigh. He moved to California to teach film at the University of Southern California. He was also the last editor of my favourite magazine "Films & Filming" from 1983 to its closure in 1990. There is an interesting profile on Dirk Bogarde by him, at this link:

Soon: Back to the 1930s and GOLD DIGGERS OF 1933 - only 80 years ago !
Fascinating stuff, as the forties now seem further away from us - as indeed are the fifties, the sixties, the seventies and the eighties, while the twenties and the thirties are too remote now. How each decade changes, as they all go by so quick.
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