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  • This article was originally published as part of the accompanying booklet for Network on Air's release of Honeymoon, available here: Honeymoon / Network On Air


When Michael Powell was shooting Honeymoon in 1958 the word auteur was fresh in the minds of a new generation of young French critics and filmmakers, but still a relatively niche concept to most film enthusiasts. Three years later, the critic Pauline Kael would tear Andrew Sarris to shreds in response to his 1962 essay titled ‘Notes on the Auteur Theory’, a meditation on creativity that was directly inspired by Truffaut, Godard and the rest of the French Cahier du Cinema set. Kael rightly pointed out that Sarris’s theoretical framework was inconsistent, that his analysis prioritized rhetoric over content, and that, besides, film production simply didn’t work that way. Sarris’s analysis signalled quite a shift in direction for film appreciation and criticism in the United States, particularly given that in the Classic Hollywood Cinema, it was the studio, not the director, that was king. Undeterred, six years later Sarris would write The Great American Cinema, a tome that reconceptualised American history via the filmographies of directors who, he argued, had worked against the confines of the Hollywood system by infusing their works with their own artistic visions.


The concept of the ‘great director’ had existed in European cinema for some time, and Michael Powell was perhaps one such figure. By 1958, he was well regarded, alongside his partner Emeric Pressburger, as the creative force behind some of British cinema’s most notable films, including Black Narcissus (1947) and The Red Shoes (1948). The UK Pressbook for Honeymoon, Powell’s Spanish remake of The Red Shoes, is certainly keen to foreground his credentials as an author-director, noting that: “Powell is a perfectionist who supervises every phase of the productions he is involved in. Working on HONEMOON, he wrote the story, produced, directed, gathered the talent…and, as usual, left his unmistakeable signature on the film’s lavish canvas.”





But as well as representing the achievement of a creative director with a clear authorial vision, film is a complex industrial product. What is a great director without his or her crew? They are no director at all, as Powell found out the hard way during the stressful and incoherent production of Honeymoon. In his autobiography, Powell writes:


On Honeymoon I was so convinced of my talents as a showman. I had been made so arrogant by the worldwide success of The Red Shoes, Black Narcissus, The Tales of Hoffmann, that I thought I had done it all myself, although I knew jolly well that I hadn’t.[1]


He hadn’t, but he had believed his own hype. Honeymoon is part romance, part ballet fantasy and part travelogue. We follow married Australian farmer Kit (Anthony Steel) and his wife, the retired ballet dancer Anna (Ludmilla Tchérina) on their honeymoon tour through the vast, craggy landscapes and charming villages of the Spanish countryside. On their travels they meet the flamboyant and hot-tempered dancer Antonio (the famous Spanish dancer Antonio Ruiz Soler) who attempts to coax Anna out of retirement, much to Kit’s annoyance. Kit wants Anna to settle down with him on his farm, but Antonio encourages her to follow her passions. Anna is treated to Antonio’s fancy footwork and impressive peacocking on numerous occasions, first at a village tavern, then during a ballet performance, and finally in her dreams. She begins to fall for him, even though he is married to Rosita (Rosita Sergova) and this escalates into an intense love-quadrangle which is mirrored in Antonio and Rosita’s staged performance of the flamenco style ballet El Amor Brujo later in the film.





The ‘travelogue’ is something of a dead genre that we lack a shared framework for understanding in a society where international travel is open to many of us. Whether Honeymoon was intended to exist as a travelogue in its final form is another matter, but the significant issues faced by Powell during the production and editing stages of the film undoubtedly contributed to the end result, which is a confusing hybrid of travel promo and musical extravaganza. The film was cut and re-cut several times for UK release, with many of the dance sequences truncated in these re-edited versions. After its 1959 release at Cannes, the film disappeared and reappeared three years later in 1962, in its original Technirama form, but with 20 minutes missing. This version was apathetically reviewed in Monthly Film Bulletin in January 1962, and by this point Powell had fallen out of favour with British film critics following the release of his ‘disgusting’ psychological horror film Peeping Tom in 1960. For this reviewer, Honeymoon was confirmation of Powell’s ‘recent decline’ as a director, even though Honeymoon had been released one year before Peeping Tom (and British critics would later apologise en-masse for their treatment of latter film, which was retrospectively hailed as a masterpiece). The MFB reviewer characterises Honeymoon as ‘an enormous travel poster of the most blatant kind’ and while the dancing and the musical score receive some praise, the writer was unimpressed by bad acting, a thin story and ‘awkward, fussy décor’.[2] Another critic writing for Sight and Sound lamented the ‘mangled’ version of the film that British Lion distributed in the West End that year, and questioned the ‘lunacy’ of dismembering Powell’s ballet scenes and then advertising the film in cinemas using posters that included stills from the scenes that were cut![3]




For all of Honeymoon’s technical and artistic failings, the film does combine some beautiful choreography with Spanish cultural history and folkloric legend. The first (almost self-contained) ballet sequence in the film, El Amor Brujo (The Bewitched Lovers) is an adaptation of the ballet by Manuel de Falla (sometimes translated as ‘Wedded by Witchcraft’). The story follows a young woman, Candela, who is haunted by the ghost of her dead husband, who appears to her at night and engages her in a series of beautiful and macabre dances.[4] But if Candela wants to pursue her true love, the young and handsome Carmelo, she must find a way to exorcise her husband’s ghost, and she does this by arranging a fatal meeting between the ghost and his ex-lover, Lucia. In the film, this sequence is by turns haunting, beautiful, ridiculous, and punctuated by awkward technical issues. The ballet is performed in the open air for Anna, Kit and a small audience of locals, who sit watching among the cavernous ruins of the Spanish landscape. The sequence is more of a fantasy than a performance, and this is emphasised by the fact the audience are offered no static point-of-view from which to watch this sequence unfold. We follow the dancers as they move from the communal stage through a series of small, cavernous rooms and, finally, to an impressive mountain range that spirals upward like a ragged staircase, set against an expressive painted backdrop of the night sky. Demons, ghosts and witches writhe to an atmospheric symphony as Candela and Carmelo pursue their doomed romance, and if this all sounds impressive, it is undermined by tacky costumes, cheap sets and (on occasion) unsteady camera movement.





Ludmilla Tcherina had played Irina Boronskaja in The Red Shoes as well as performing the title role in Powell and Pressburger’s Oh… Rosalinda!! (1955), but she was not the actor Powell originally had in mind when he embarked on the project.[5] In fact, it was Moira Shearer, the star of The Red Shoes, but after reading the script Shearer turned down the part. In his autobiography, Powell wrote that he was not at all bitter about this rejection. However, he was bitter about various factors which never quite came together during the film’s planning and production stages. A few of these issues have been documented by Charles Doble, who writes that Powell’s creative practice did not gel with the priorities and working practices of his Spanish crew.[6] Powell also believed that the only artist who could bring the pivotal ballet sequences in the film to life was Joan Miro, but Miro was apparently less convinced. Powell travelled to Mallorca and camped outside his Villa in an attempt to persuade him, but he was unsuccessful (in the end the design for these scenes were done by Catalan painter Durancamps).





Honeymoon wasn’t a total loss – the film won the Technical Grand Prize at the 1959 Cannes Film Festival, and Powell was nominated for the Golden Palm Award. The film was released in Technirama, a new process, and was one of the first films screened in England (and possibly the first) to be made for the ARC120 projection system. This involved projecting two film strips simultaneously and ensuring they met in the middle of a large, curved cinema screen (and according to Charles Doble, who restored the film from its original elements in the early 2000s, the adaptors and heavy lenses necessitated by this process caused picture shake, and this may account for some of the odd, unsteady shots we see in certain scenes).


Powell dedicates very little space to Honeymoon in his almost 700-page autobiography Million Dollar Movie (in fact, he writes only a few paragraphs about Honeymoon, as opposed to the several pages he includes about a love affair he enjoyed with a young Spanish woman while he was making the film on location). But the scant details he does offer provide the reader with a partial story of a doomed production that began as one of his most ambitious projects and ended up becoming one of his greatest disappointments. Powell’s final word on the film is this: “The elements were alright, but the organisation was raw, and the whole thing never quite came together. I should never have taken it on."



[1] Powell, Michael (1995) Million Dollar Movie, London: Random House, p. 418. [2] Luna Del Miel, Monthly Film Bulletin; Jan 1, 1962; 29 [3] Film Clips, Sight and Sound; Winter 1962; 32, 1 [4] These sequences were choreographed by Leonide Massine, who also plays the ghost of Candela’s dead husband. Leonide Massine was 60 at the time. [5] Tcherina deserves some credit here for introducing Powell to the legend of ‘The Lovers of Teruel’ (according to Charles Doble). She later incorporated the ‘Teruel’ ballet into some of her stage performances, and was also involved in the making of the 1962 film of the same name by Raymond Rouleau. [6] See The Powell and Pressburger Pages, http://www.powell-pressburger.org/Reviews/59_Honeymoon/Charles.html


The Mind of Mr Soames uses the premise of scientific progress to explore some unpleasant aspects of contemporary society. Terence Stamp plays John Soames, a man who has been in a coma since birth as a result of congenital brain damage. He is awoken, aged 30, following a highly experimental operation pioneered by the neurosurgeon Dr Maitland (Nigel Davenport). A literal baby in the body of a man, Soames has to catch up on years of education in the space of just a few months. Soames’ journey is captured by television cameras for a documentary series and attracts great interest from the medical community and the press. Soames’ education is overseen by Dr Maitland, who designs an intense training regimen in order to accelerate his mental growth. However, trapped in the institute and forced to study ceaselessly, Soames eventually becomes frustrated and acts out. Buoyed by his first encounter with the outside world, Soames finally realises his own strength and escapes…


The Amicus House of … Drama?


The Mind of Mr Soames represented a foray out of horror and into science fiction drama for Amicus, a production company known for their portmanteau horror films such as Dr Terror’s House of Horrors (Freddie Francis, 1965) and The House that Dripped Blood (Peter Duffell, 1970). Producers Milton Subotsky and Max Rosenberg had previously dabbled in science fiction with the modestly successful Dr Who and the Daleks (Gordon Flemyng, 1963), based on the popular BBC television show of the same name, and its sequel Daleks Invasion Earth 2150A.D. (Gordon Flemyng, 1966). They had also worked in the intersection between horror and science fiction (two genres that are often conflated) with The Projected Man (Ian Curteis, 1966), a film which follows the familiar trope of scientific-experiment-gone-wrong resulting in the physical and emotional disfigurement of the lead protagonist (played by Bryant Haliday).


Though science fiction had long been a part of the company’s oeuvre, The Mind of Mr Soames still represented something of a departure from type in terms of its dramatic ambitions; its subtle exploration of the human mind is a far cry from science fiction of the spaceships-and-aliens variety. The move into drama was one that the company had been pondering for some time. Subotsky had tried to buy Flowers for Algernon, the 1966 novel by Daniel Keys about a young man with a low IQ who participates in a scientific experiment that increases his intelligence (this became the successful film Charly [Ralph Nelson, 1968]). When this deal fell through, he decided to develop The Mind of Mr Soames from the 1961 novel of the same name by Charles Eric Mane.[1]



It’s Alive!


The Mind of Mr Soames may be a serious drama with a dash of science fiction, but the plot of the film seems somewhat horror-inspired, particularly as it adheres closely to various popular adaptations of Frankenstein (and in some ways, Soames is the Frankenstein film that Amicus’s Milton Subotsky was never able to make[2]). Soames is effectively ‘brought to life’ by advancements in medical science. His ‘creators’ do not understand his thought processes and as a result Soames is frustrated, escapes and causes mayhem in the local area. This is Mary Shelley’s story with a modern update: Soames’ life is fodder for popular entertainment, and his movement is restricted by the presence of cameras and reporters who are filming his progress for a television show. Soames is a romantic individual (romantic in the original sense of the word): he is sensitive and filled with wonder at the sublimity of the natural world, and he constantly delights in the discoveries of new feelings and experiences. The flashbulb that goes off in Soames' face when he is accosted by journalists in the final scene of the film is reminiscent of Frankenstein’s monster acting out in response to sensory overload. Like Frankenstein's monster, Soames’ rare innocence is pulled through the wringer of modernity and all it entails: the suppression of the individual in favour of collective social and scientific progress.



The first half of the film is framed by an intellectual interplay between two competing schools of psychological thought. Dr Maitland believes in discipline and study, with a highly structured schedule that keeps Soames constantly learning. He becomes fatigued and irritable and acts out as a result. Dr Bergen (Robert Vaughn), a consultant on the project, believes in the power of play in shaping early childhood experiences, and with that in mind he allows Soames to briefly leave the confines of the institute. The scenes in which Soames discovers nature for the first time are beautifully shot, and the juxtaposition between the natural world and the sterile hospital environment (in which the camera remains relatively static) is striking. The hospital scenes have a particularly ‘televisual’ feel, and this is perhaps influenced by the pedigree of director Alan Cooke, a prolific and able television director who had previously worked on Theatre 625, Armchair Theatre, and The Wednesday Play, among others.



Whilst proceeding from an interesting premise, the plot of Soames often feels slightly underdeveloped, and this is surprising given the fact that producer Milton Subotsky was obsessed with script editing and would often direct much of his energies into sourcing and developing new material. Roger Greenspun of the New York Times agreed, writing, ‘The Mind of Mr. Soames is full of boldly introduced but ultimately undeveloped character clichés.’[3] There are many aspects of Soames that one feels could have offered thought-provoking perspectives on society and media culture if only they were developed more fully. Other plotlines were lost in the process of adaptation, but could have added some extra tension to the film had they been incorporated. For example, in the novel of the same name, a reporter locates Soames’ long lost mother and sister to cash in on his story, and a legal battle follows which overwhelms our protagonist.


That said, the scientific-experiment-gone-wrong trope is an exceptionally common one in science fiction – and often, as in Amicus’s previous production, The Projected Man, it can be a hackneyed device deployed in the service of advancing the plot. But The Mind of Mr Soames attempts to use its premise to go further. This is not the trite myth of the modern Prometheus, in which scientific progress results in the potential for dire widespread social consequences (after all, how many comatose-from-birth adults could possibly exist in the world?). Rather, Soames focuses in on one character in order to explore the human condition; but what the film seems to crave is the space to address this subject in a satisfying way.



Stamp Collection


Actors select roles for a variety of reasons and it is perhaps crass to be struck by the peculiar dissonance of seeing a favourite star departing from type. It is also difficult to assign a particular ‘star persona’ to Terence Stamp, a peripatetic artist who moved between a variety of eclectic leading roles throughout the height of his career. Nevertheless, it is a little disconcerting to witness Stamp, three years after he played Dave in Poor Cow (Ken Loach, 1967) wandering around a city dressed in a pink romper suit (an outfit that he reportedly chose for himself).[4] Though Stamp’s 1960s filmography was limited, he starred in some of the defining films of that decade: Billy Budd (Peter Ustinov, 1962) Poor Cow (Ken Loach, 1967) and Far From The Madding Crowd (John Schlesinger, 1967). He also made some bad decisions, turning down the role of Alfie (Lewis Gilbert, 1966) in order to star in the retina-burning camp spy-comedy flop Modesty Blaise (Joseph Losey, 1966).


Stamp worked with some of the greatest directors of the era, collaborating with Pasolini in Theorem (1968) and with Fellini in Spirits of the Dead (1968). His personal life was no less glamourous: he shared a house with Michael Caine and he dated two of the most beautiful, accomplished women of the 1960s, Julie Christie and Jean Shrimpton. Stamp acknowledges that the ‘work dried up after The Mind of Mr. Soames in 1969. Hu-Man (1975) was the only serious film I did [during those years], and that was really independent.’[5] In truth, the work had dried up a few years before: in 1969 a writer for the Chicago Tribune noted that it ‘seemed a long time, another era, since [Stamp] was being hailed as the golden boy of the British screen – though, in fact, it was only five years ago.’[6] Stamp, at a loss to explain why his success turned fallow, largely gave up on the idea of being a leading man by the 1970s, and by the time he was offered the role of General Zod in Superman (Richard Donner, 1978), he was finally ready to be, in his words, a ‘character actor’.[7]


For much of his early life Soames is unable to speak, but Stamp effectively manages to communicate his bewilderment at new sensations and his frustration with Maitland and his demands. At other times, Stamp plays the role with a vacant, wide-eyed naivety that is surprisingly convincing given the strangeness of this juxtaposition of a baby in the body of a mature adult. Some of the action here borders on the absurd. As Roger Greenspun notes, ‘Terence Stamp must have the best fun in the movie. Not only does he get to cry a lot and to play with toys, but he also is allowed at one time or another to dump baby food on all his doctors and keepers.’ The Mind of Mr Soames brings together a cast of distinguished actors: Robert Vaughn is excellent as the caring and compassionate Dr Bergen, while Nigel Davenport’s Dr Maitland is a compelling foil to Bergen’s more progressive teaching style. The Mind of Mr Soames never achieved the success or acclaim of Ralph Nelson’s Charly, and according to the fanzine Little Shoppe of Horrors this was because the distributors, Columbia, did not give it enough of a ‘push’.[8] This must have come as something of a disappointment to Amicus at the time, but we can still appreciate the film today for its fascinating themes, its excellent all-star cast and, of course, that gloriously absurd image of Terence Stamp in a pink romper suit.




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[1] 'Amicus: Two's A Company', Little Shoppe of Horrors, Issue 2 (1973), p. 13. [2] In 1956 Subotsky had written a screenplay titled ‘Frankenstein and the Monster’ for Hammer Films, (then a fledgling company) but this was thought substandard by Hammer’s top executives, who scrapped it and commissioned a different screenplay to be directed by Jimmy Sangster. This became The Curse of Frankenstein (1957), and it launched Hammer as the company that became the last word British horror. In interviews, Subotsky denied being bitter, although in subsequent years he was frequently critical of Hammer’s horror productions. [3] Roger Greenspun, ‘Screen: Wild Child of 30’, New York Times, 13 October 1970. [4] The Courier Journal, 20 April 1969. [5] See https://www.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/news-bfi/interviews/meetings-remarkable-men-terence-stamp-interview. [6] The Courier Journal, 20 April 1969. [7] Andrew Pulver, Interview: Terence Stamp, The Guardian 12 March 2015. [8] 'Amicus: Two's A Company', Little Shoppe of Horrors, Issue 2 (1973) p. 13

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