When I first discovered the joy of foreign films, I decided a salutary mission would be to see all the films that won the Oscar for Best Foreign Film or the Golden Palm (Palme d’Or) Award at the Cannes Film Festival. Let me tell you, that is not an easy task given the video rental market in Sioux Falls. Through GreenCine, I’ve started to complete that task.
The process teaches a few things. One is that there are some great films out there. Another is flaws or shortsightedness in the awards process. The latter has been demonstrated by recent viewings of the Golden Palm winners for 1965 and 1967, both films about “swinging London.” Neither stands the test of time.
The Knack… and How to Get It won the 1965 award. It’s a comedy about a young but relatively staid British teacher with a boarder who has “the knack” for attracting and bedding beautiful young women. Throw in an oddball self-invited new boarder and a young female newcomer to London and the stage is set for a slapstick adventure by these free-spirited and hip young Brits. Today, though, the slapstick falls flat and the occasional efforts at being somewhat surreal and innovative come off as senseless. Director Richard Lester also directed The Beatles’ A Hard Day’s Night (1964) and Help! (1965). What personality and fame allowed the Fab Four to pull off doesn’t work here. I resisted at least three efforts to turn off the DVD and find something better to do. While I stuck it out until the end, the film is thankfully only 85 minutes long, meaning I at least did not lose an entire evening.
Faring slightly better is Blow-Up, the 1967 winner. It tells the story of a young narcissistic (but oh so mod) fashion photographer who accidentally stumbles across a murder. That mystery and the photographer’s focus on it is the only thing that makes the film tolerable. Much of the time spent on mod life in London comes off as inane, particularly an almost laughable scene of a room of pot smokers at a party. Yet the mystery allows Blow-Up to better The Knack. It at least examines what it takes to move a self-involved and self-centered individual temporarily away from himself. Unfortunately, that exploration and the mystery account for only about a third of the film time with the rest expended on a seeming intent to show just how hip and cool London life is (which, it should probably be noted, includes a performance by The Yardbirds with Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page.
No doubt these films today provide retrospective look at the culture of the period (including an almost second-class status of most women). To that extent, they serve a purpose. And it strikes me that portrayals of life in mid-60s London is what enthralled the Cannes juries. Decades later, though, these gushing looks at swinging London come off as clownish. Thus, to the extent the Golden Palm Award hoped to recognize films that are exemplars of timeless film, these two awards missed the mark.
By the way, winning the Oscar for Best Picture weeks before these films won their awards were My Fair Lady (1965) and A Man for All Seasons (1967). The Oscar for foreign films those years went to The Shop on Main Street and Closely Watched Trains respectively, both Czechoslovakian films about life during World War II that far surpass either The Knack or Blow-Up.
Tolen: Are you a homosexual?
Tom: No. Thanks all the same.
