English Roses (VI): Deborah Kerr

As far as Deborah Kerr (Kerr rhymes with ‘star’) was concerned, audiences around the world believed she was an angel. She was born in Scotland in 1921, won a scholarship to the Sadler's Wells Ballet School, and at seventeen made her London debut in the corps

de ballet of Prometheus. She soon realized her frame was a too bulky and felt it was her face she’d have to work with. Director Michael Powell met her in an agent’s office and decided to write a part into Contraband (1940) for ‘a plump little dumpling who was obviously going places’.



The ‘little part’ was eventually cut and it was a swan (who grew out of the dumpling) that was spotted by producer Gabriel Pascal, who in fact approached her in a restaurant and called her a ‘sweet virgin’. He cast her as a Salvation Army lass to be slapped around by Robert Newton in Major Barbara (1941). She slapped so photogenically that four more films followed within the next twelve months. Then, in 1942. Michael Powell cast his ‘little dumpling’ again in The Life And Death of Colonel Blimp, and a new star was discovered, In the film she played three archetypes of English womanhood - a governess circa 1900, a country-family debutante in the 1920s, and an Army Corps girl in the Second World War.

She was good. but she was even more impressive in colour. Deborah Kerr’s natural colouring would have given Renoir a fit of the shakes. In sumptuous Technicolor she shone from the screen. Metro British were immediately determined to capture this new face, and MGM in Hollywood were alerted. Three films later she was on her way to America with a contract that raised the film industry’s temperature - seven years at $3,000 a week, no options, and she was to star or co-star in all the films.

Two of the films she made before leaving for a life and, like Jean Simmons, an international career, were an off-beat and cleverly made comedy-thriller about Nazi spies in Ireland called I See a Dark Stranger (1946) (in which the leading part was specially written for her) and then back to Technicolor in the striking, mesmerizing Black Narcissus (1947). Oscars were awarded for both the design and colour photography. Set in the Himalayas, it was all shot in Surrey, with Deborah Kerr playing the first of several nun roles.



Hollywood now owned a ‘romantic Englishwoman’ and much to her relief they were careful not to change her image. She loved her life in the film capital, stating many times that being at MGM was like being a member of a very special club. Indeed, through being a member, she managed to get strong roles that saw her nominated for a Best Actress Oscar six times.

Deborah Kerr remained a star throughout her screen career. She even admitted she was an instant star and had to work to become a fine actress. As governesses, nuns, anguished wives, strong mothers, one nymphomaniac and one alcoholic, she managed to make world audiences laugh and cry and made them forget at times that she was ever an English rose. In fact, when asked what she would like film historians to say about her, she replied quickly, ‘I would like them to say I was not an English rose’.

A request that would have had the very real sympathy of five other fine British actresses.




Films: May 16 - 22

Citizen Kane (1941)
And While We Were Here (2012) 
Things Heard & Seen (2021)
Starfish (2018)
The Space Between Us (2017)
Hell Or High Water (2016)
Annie Get Your Gun (1950) /// 

Citizen Kane (1941) Vital and exciting, time doesn't diminish the joyful potential of cinema that shines from every gleaming, shadowy frame. Orson Welles' mix of styles, visually and narratively, serves as commentary and memories, a fluid blend that peels away the personal and the political.

And While We Were Here (2012) An emotionally lost Kate Bosworth embarks on an affair with a young American amid sun-blessed Italian locations. A careful meditation of love and death, it adds nothing vital though the lead is quietly affecting and the leisurely pacing subtly envelops.

Things Heard & Seen (2021) Amanda Seyfried and James Norton move into a country house whose ghosts mirror their own deteriorating marriage. Chasing thematic and story strands too numerous and ambitious to contain, tension and involvement is diffused, despite technical skill.

Starfish (2018) Realized with startling visuals and a dream-like mood, the intensely emotional Virginia Gardner deals with grief at the loss of her friend while surviving an alien invasion of earth. Jettisoning narrative, the sensory approach is fueled by a gorgeous, energized score.

The Space Between Us (2017) Initially intriguing setup of a boy born to the lead astronaut of a space flight to Mars gets unstuck with earthbound contrivances when the teen searches for his father and love. The actors are unable to convince. The strong score provides some cohesion.

Hell Or High Water (2016) Equal parts sand-blasted thriller and seething social critique, as retiring Texas Ranger Jeff Bridges hunts desperate bank robbers Chris Pine and Ben Foster. A gritty modern western with a smart script that persuasively opens up narrative and characters.

Annie Get Your Gun (1950) Brash and colorful design matches big hearted, gloriously over-the-top Betty Hutton's Annie Oakley and a succession of terrific Cole Porter songs. Despite an uncharacteristic resolution that panders to egotistical Howard Keel, a hugely enjoyable mix.

Golden Memories In A Colourful World - No Sex Please, We're Wolves

Another golden memory in my time in theatre was when the football team I passionately support came to London to see the hit comedy “No Sex Please, We’re British”. After my West End runs in “The Magistrate”, followed by “The Wild Goose” and “Abelard and Heloise”, I was a struggling actor again, working part-time helping to market the sex comedy at the Strand Theatre (now the Novello) that was to eventually run for sixteen years!

Football (soccer for Americans) was great sporting theatre for me. Two hours of drama, performed by players without a script. Winning puts the world at rights for me, losing then all is wrong. My Wolves (Wolverhampton Wanderers) in their old gold and black reached the League Cup Final in 1974 against old rivals Manchester City. And the memory of what happened before the big game at London’s Wembley Stadium remains with me is as if it happened yesterday!



As a supporter from the early fifties, when Wolves were once called ‘Champions of the World’ (a proud story), I could rarely visit my home city to see them play at the nicknamed ‘Golden Palace’. So occasional games against London clubs were always special moments for me. Now my son and I were going to see them play at the historic Wembley and I had a crazy idea which was supported by the Producer of the show. I invited Wolves to a performance on the evening before the big game. If they came it would be a media promotion winner for the show AND my football team!

It was of course highly unlikely that the players (athletes) would have a night out just hours prior to one of their biggest games of their careers in front of a 100,000 crowd. But I gave the unlikely a try with a letter to the club chairman, just waiting for the expected ‘thank you but…’ However, that reply never came. Instead, just a few days before the game, I opened a reply from the Wolves assistant team manager ‘thank you for the invitation, after discussing it with all concerned we would like to attend…’

I was going to entertain the old gold and black, and at the same time had scored a major PR event for one of the most successful shows in the West End at the time. In hindsight, I’ve always thought it was a masterstroke by the club’s management team from a physiological point of view. On any day before a game, it’s usual to keep your players away from the spotlight, monitor fitness levels and nutrition, keep them focused and get a good night’s sleep. But not for this squad! This would diminish growing nerves, take their minds off the next day - a ‘naughty’ comedy being the perfect antidote for the team to enjoy together. An evening of laughter and getting to meet the stars. I let the press know that Wolves might be the underdogs for the final, but they were out to enjoy their time in the capital as well as their football. I kept fingers crossed it would hit the headlines for my team and the show.


The big evening came and the Wolves team coach arrived outside the Strand Theatre. The show’s producers and myself were lined up to welcome the players alongside club officials, their wives and families. What an occasion standing there shaking the hands of all my heroes. It reminded me of a line-up for a Royal Command Performance! They took their seats for the 8pm curtain up, and with a packed audience they laughed away the performance (even a drink at half time - sorry, interval) and I bet you not one of them gave a thought to the game the following day. After the final curtain the team went on stage to meet the cast. This was the black country football club stars meeting West End stars, and what camaraderie it was as performers in theatre and football got together. Most of the players were interested in meeting the two strippers (modest in those days) and didn’t leave the theatre until around 10:30pm, so by the time they reached the so-called ‘secret hide-away’ hotel it would have been a pretty late bedtime. From what I heard, it was a late breakfast for them on their Wembley day.

But it was an early breakfast for me, after buying all the morning papers and thrilled to read the back page sports headlines that covered Wolves night out at the Strand Theatre. My favourite copy was in one of the nationals front page – ‘No sex Please, We’re Wolves!’. Manchester City were a footnote.

And that afternoon I was there at the old Twin Towers stadium with my family, and my 9 year old son who had met them all on stage and who’d been promised that they would wave to him from the pitch – and kept their promise!

Did I assist in the Wolves 2-1 victory that day in '74? I always kid myself that I did. They were certainly a happy band of brothers as they left the bright lights of the theatre late that night, and even happier band that lifted the cup for their thousands of supporters.



Post-note: while acting, then writing and producing for film and TV, I’ve travelled the world over the years, which means watching Wolves on TV in China, New Zealand, Thailand and North America. Wolves as ever give me the moments (good or bad) to forget the pressures of the industry I’m in – ‘We’re Wolves Ay We!’ is the call and ‘Out of Darkness Cometh Light’ is the motto. But I will always miss being in the iconic Molineux  stadium, built in a leisure park created by French settlers in the 18th century.




Films: September 1 - 7

Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi  (Spirited Away) (2001)  Gake no Ue no Ponyo  (Ponyo) (2008)  Time After Time  (1979)  Breakfast At Tiffany...