The English Roses (II): Patricia Roc

Patricia Roc, a leading lady of British films in the forties and fifties, would have found little joy in working with vegetables and flowers. She was the most dedicated of the Rank contract actresses at the time, thoughtful, intelligent and with strong views on her film career. She continuously wanted to try different types of role, though she admitted later that her face was the wrong shape to allow her to play the femme fatale. In 1941, Picturegoer, the most widely read film magazine in Britain at the time, announced: ‘In one film a studio representative admits that Pat Roc was so good in a scene that it had to be cut because she took sympathy from the heroine and gained it all herself’.


It was also said: ‘Pat Roc as a private individual is unlike in many ways the girl we know on the screen. Surprisingly sophisticated, she has a quality of glamour which is uncommon in our stars’. It would also appear that she was genuine and sincere, often outspoken on hating pretence and posing, which probably accounted for her enormous female fan mail and her popularity with the film crews.

In 1945, she was delighted to leave for the US to make Canyon Passage, being the first British star to go to Hollywood under the Rank scheme for ‘lease‑lend’ between American and British studios. It was directed by Jacques Tourneur for Universal, and in later years has become a much respected film of the pioneering days in the West. She was co‑star with Dana Andrews, supported by a strong cast that included Brian Donlevy, Hoagy Carmichael and Susan Hayward. At the time it had no box‑office success either in the U.S. or England, and nor did a second American film, The Man On The Eiffel Tower (1950). Patricia Roc’s British career continued successfully until 1953, at which time she settled in Parts and gave birth to a son whose father was a leading French cameraman, Andre Thomas. Her son was actually born two months after she’d left her husband, and by 1954 she was in Rome and filming. By the time she returned to England she had made at least eight films in France and Italy, but her career, apart from two poorly received films, The Hypnotist (1957) and Bluebeard's Ten Honeymoons (1960), had come to an end.


Patricia Roc really was one of England’s smartest film talents as well as on one of the most popular faces in 1940s films. She was born in 1918 in London, her father a Dutchman born in Belgium, and her mother half-Spanish, half-French. She was educated in London and Paris, and adored French films – ‘what French film is not worthwhile?' she once remarked. In a five‑year period (1943‑47), she made twelve major films, including Millions Like Us (1943), Love Story (1944.), Madonna Of The Seven Moons (1944), The Wicked Lady (1945) and in 1947 she was making three films at the same time Jassy, The Brothers (her favourite film) and So Well Remembered. The following year she made When The Bough Breaks (1948) playing the star part in a daring film of the time concerning bigamy.

The quality of Patricia Roc's performances stand the test of time, although she always maintained her British films had no great claims on her. Setting herself high standards, she was often in conflict with Rank over her contract. She cared about the films she made and questioned the insistence on an unquestioning willingness to appear in any picture on the production schedule. There was never open warfare or contract breaking, just constant tension and the threat of a ‘difficult star’ with a talent ahead of her time.





Golden Memories In A Colorful World - Alastair Sim & Twelve Years Acting Lessons in One Night

 

From my days as an actor there are some memories that I feel come from yesterday. While some struggle to be remembered from the backstage shadows of the theater and film. Here is one that forever feels as if it happened yesterday!

I was lucky enough to act alongside the incomparable, intuitive talent of Alastair Sim in two productions that succeeded to make it London’s West End. The first was a convoluted political drama Number 10, that also starred Michael Denison, Dulcie Gray and John Gregson, and took us on an extraordinary theater journey in Manchester, Edinburgh and even Toronto before opening at the Strand Theatre in London’s West End.

The second adventure began in the tranquil retreat of the Chichester Festival Theatre in May 1969. Sir John Clements was the director and the Miguel Pinero farce The Magistrate was the perfect vehicle to showcase Alastair’s wonderful comic skills, and allow for a memorable piece of improvisation during the play.  He played Aeneas Posket, a dignified court magistrate led astray one night by his young stepson. He gets to his court disheveled and exhausted, and attempts to wash himself with calamitous results. A personal, unscripted moment of pantomime that became a singular tour de force – the soap, water and towel combined in a dance of classic comedy. Alastair culminates his ablutions with an accusatory finger that he wags at his image in the mirror. “Who was naughty?” The finger hesitates, then slowly turns to point at himself, before he puts it to his lower lip with a quintessential, hang-dog look.

In rehearsals, I remember all of us in the cast felt that this moment was developing into something very special. For those who saw the show, Alastair’s performance is long remembered as one of his finest. During actual performances Maggie Smith (who was in repertory with the restoration play “The Country Wife”) regularly visited the wings to watch his magic moments of improvisation, his brilliant comic timing.

After the season at Chichester, the production transferred to the Cambridge Theatre in London, to run for a year. Apart from Alastair, the cast included Patricia Routledge, Michael Aldridge, Robert Coote and Renee Asherson. The reviews were generous, the audiences electric, the feeling onstage a rush.

During the run of the play, with my dressing room next to his, there started a nightly ritual where I would go to Alastair’s room after the final curtain, when Alastair had his wind down cigar. Shared moments of enjoyment and insight (for myself) of the profession I was in.

I’m also certain Alastair needed me there to answer the dressing room door and screen the procession of celebrities and fans who stopped by to congratulate him. Well-meaning admirers whose familiar knock on the door would produce a sigh, a raise of the eyebrows and the weary comment of “not again” from Alistair. It was part of a public aversion that included his refusing to ever sign an autograph. He was contrary – it was part of what made him.

Barely weeks into the run there was a familiar knock at the door. A familiar sigh from behind as I opened up to see who was there. On this particular night I froze, as standing in the corridor was Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. There to tell Alastair how much they’d enjoyed the play and in particular his performance. I was of course in awe. Alastair was archly polite and politely dismissive. Within a couple of minutes he closed the door on them. They were gone and I was floored. I turned to Alastair, who simply stared questioningly back, as if mystified by my reaction.

“Don’t you know who that was?” Still a blank look, another puff of the cigar, another sip of whiskey. I continued: “That was Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. She's an Oscar winner. Paul Newman’s new film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid has just opened and is a huge hit.” I’d seen the movie a few days before, but my enthusiasm appeared to leave Alastair with an increasingly vacant expression.

Until the following evening.

Even before I could make it into my dressing room, Alastair was beckoning me to his, firmly closing the door. He was clearly agitated. That afternoon he’d been to the cinema to see Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. How could he have been so rude to such a fine actor. He was mortified.

If I had been dismayed by Alastair’s behavior the previous evening, that was nothing to my present pleasant surprise. And this wasn’t the end of it. Amidst the swirls of cigar smoke before that evenings performance, there was another knock on Alastair’s dressing room door. This time it was a telegram delivered by the stage-door keeper. As requested, I read it aloud.

Dear Mister Sim
Last night you gave us twelve years of acting lessons in one night.
With thanks
Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward

Alastair’s face was a joy. He kept the telegram taped to his dressing room mirror for the rest of the run.

Films: April 25 - May 1

Happy Death Day 2U (2019) / Ingrid Goes West (2018) / Hello I Must Be Going (2012) / Helena From The Wedding (2010) / 6 Underground (2019) / The Way Back (2020) / Dune Drifter (2020) /// 

Happy Death Day 2U (2019) A playful extension of the original sees Jessica Rothe finds the cause of her time loop is a student physics experiment that strands her in a parallel dimension. Less slasher, more sci-fi, same self-aware comic tone. Bear McCreary delivers a terrific score.

Ingrid Goes West (2018) Aubrey Plaza just about keeps the story from spinning out of control as her obsessive, unwell social media addict pursues Elizabeth Olsen's empty lifestyle influencer. The dark humor is progressively more corrosive and the characters less empathetic, a cold view of modern society that remains coldly diverting rather than compelling.
Hello I Must Be Going (2012) Suffering after a divorce, aimless Melanie Lynsky is forced to move in with her parents but finds unexpected rejuvenation in an affair with a college student. Built from small moments, a carefully told and tender study with a beguiling lead performance.
Helena From The Wedding (2010) A group of friends gather at a remote cabin to celebrate New Year. Alcohol, drugs and frayed emotions ensue. Even with the arrival of the titular interloper nothing much interrupts the empty lives and emotions. Bland visuals match insecure characters.
6 Underground (2019) Two hours of trailer visuals in search of a real narrative as Ryan Reynolds leads an anonymous band seeking redemption and revenge. The rich production values are undeniable, explosions and violence non-stop, empathy and involvement empty. Some glossy thrills break through.
The Way Back (2020) Ben Affleck is an effective drunk, battling the cruelty of the past and seeking a form of redemption through the opportunity of coaching high school basketball. Though nothing is particularly original, the style is gritty, the characters well drawn and the empathy earned.
Dune Drifter (2020) With controlled visuals and a layered sound mix that features an effective score, a low key scifi survival tale that's enjoyably tense. The opening space battle threatens to drag, but once crash-landed on an alien planet, pacing and storytelling is solid.

Cult-Tastic: Fantasy

The Magic Voyage of Sinbad (1962) / Sorceress (1982) / Deathstalker (1983)  / The Warrior And The Sorceress (1984) / Wizards Of The Lost Kingdom (1985) / The Dirt Bike Kid (1985) / Deathstalker II (1987) / A Very Unlucky Leprechaun (1998) / Sting Of The Black Scorpion (2002) /// 

The Magic Voyage of Sinbad (1962)The 1953 Russian adventure spectacle Sadko has a sailor searching for the bird of happiness. Roger Corman and Francis Ford Coppola's Americanized edit and dub calls him Sinbad. Production values and visuals win out, logic less so.
Sorceress (1982) Despite its commercial success, an awkward spin on the Conan genre with twin sisters the only hope to overthrow an evil wizard. Disappointingly bland direction from Jack Hill with individual scenes colliding with each other rather than creating a cohesive story.
Deathstalker (1983) Directed with crisp efficiency, the first of the Sword & Sorcery series Corman co-produced in Argentina sees the titular character sent on a quest that would inspire three sequels. Full of gratuitous nudity and violence, it made a surprising fan-favourite out of Lana Clarkson.
The Warrior And The Sorceress (1984) An unapologetic reworking of Yojimbo via A Fistful Of Dollars, John Carradine is the taciturn stranger pitting factions against each other on an alien planet. Having a spirited Maria Socas almost continuously naked verges on parody.
Wizards Of The Lost Kingdom (1985) A nonsensical prologue rehashes footage from previous productions, while the tale itself is a more family friendly fantasy that sees a young boy with magical powers as the only hope to beat an evil wizard. Somehow it provoked a sequel.
The Dirt Bike Kid (1985) An amiable, swiftly told riff on Jack And The Beanstalk has Peter Billingsley waste grocery money on an old motorbike not knowing its magical properties will transform his life and his community. Broad laughs, silly fantasy, generally engaging.
Deathstalker II (1987) Despite its title, any relationship with the original is jettisoned in favor of juvenile humor and painful one-liners as our hero must save the princess and kingdom from an evil wizard. Clumsy visuals, cheap production, not funny in the right way.
A Very Unlucky Leprechaun (1998) Background and production testimonies behind Roger Corman's Galway studio are far more interesting than this awkward, fitful entertainment. Even the narrative is confused, despite Warwick Davies' efforts and the sunny locations.
Sting Of The Black Scorpion (2002) After two cable movies had unexpected success, a TV series detailed the further adventures of police officer turned vigilante Black Scorpion. A feature length compilation provides a breezy intro that is standard comic book without real imagination.

Films: June 24 - 30

Rawhide (1951)  Mean Girls (2004)  Players (2024)  China (1943)  Lucky Jordan (1942) Your Place Or Mine (2023) Madame Web (2024) /// ...