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Albert Finney and Liza Minnelli deal with ennui in Charlie Bubbles |
Director: Albert Finney
Cast: Albert Finney (Charlie Bubbles), Colin Blakely (Smokey
Pickles), Billie Whitelaw (Lottie Bubbles), Liza Minnelli (Eliza), Timothy
Garland (Jack Bubbles), Richard Pearson (Accountant), Nicholas Phipps (Agent),
Peter Sallis (Solicitor), Alan Lake (Airmen), Yootha Joyce (Woman in Café),
Wendy Padbury (Woman in Café), Susan Engel (Nanny)

Because writing is really just a hobby, not a viable career
path as Charlie Bubbles (Albert Finney) is constantly reminded when he returns
to his home in Manchester (“Are you still working sir, or do you just do the
writing now?” queries an old friend of his father). Charlie is hugely
successful but also hugely bored, wrapped in ennui and barely able to engage in
his surroundings be that his wealth, his London settings, working class clubs
he visits with fellow writer Smokey (Colin Blakely), the attentions of his
enthusiastic secretary Eliza (Liza Minnelli) and his responsibilities to his
ex-wife Lottie (Billie Whitelaw) and son Jack (Timothy Garland). (The poster by the way gives a hilariously incorrect idea of the plot as some sort of lothario drama).
The film largely doesn’t really have a plot as such, just
follows the drifting lack of engagement Charlie feels for everything around
him. It’s largely a showcase for some nifty heartfelt writing and some intriguingly
imaginative direction from Finney. It’s actually a bit of a shame watching this
that Finney didn’t direct another film, as he not only works well with actors
but has an original eye for visuals. One scene is shot entirely through a bank
of security cameras, others take interesting angles on everything from
lunchtime meetings (with many too-camera addresses) to love scenes (shot with
an efficient boredom that hammers home how little Bubbles seem engaged with
it).
It’s also a lovely little showcase for Shelagh Delaney,
whose script is crammed with juicy little lines and playful moments, as Charlie
struggles from event to event. It’s a very bitty and drifting storyline, that
deliberately heads towards no particular destination. In that it reflects the
aimlessness of Charlie’s own life. There is nothing particularly wrong with
this, as the various sketches of which it is made up work rather well,
particularly as they often engagingly switch from style and tone. There are a
few other films I can think of that open with a ludicrous food fight between
two friends, two guys pretending to be mannequins in a department store, a depressed man shooting pop guns at a video surveillance image, a Manchester United football game, an ex-wife catching chickens and
finally the hero drifting away in a balloon.
How you go with this sort of thing really depends how much
you engage with the action on offer or the whimsical style of the entire shaggy
dog story. It also rather depends on how much sympathy you feel for someone burdened
with immense wealth and fame from overwhelming artistic and critical success.
The film gives some taste of this – staying with his ex-wife she is pestered by
no less than three reporters arriving unannounced eager to hear the words of
the boy wonder – but it’s pretty hard for us plebs to understand. Which I guess
is the film’s point.
After all every time Charlie heads anywhere around his own
working class roots in Manchester, he is met with either a snide insinuation
that he has lost touch with his roots or a confused lack of understanding about
the London lifestyle he has left behind. Charlie himself feels like he has no
empathy for the wealth of London, but struggles to feel at home anymore in a
world he has left behind. Interestingly he seems most comfortable in his
ex-wife’s country cottage in the middle of nowhere.
Perhaps it’s hard to really understand the feelings you
could have about the burdens of success without going through this sort of
thing yourself. Finney certainly had – though it’s interesting that he the
actor and he the director seem to be on a different page. While the film tries
to have an engaging lightness about it, Finney’s own performance is weighted
down and overly somber, so low-key as to be almost pushing against the tone of
the film. Perhaps it’s a role Finney needed to take in order to get the film
made – or perhaps he directed the film because no one else would – but even
Finney himself was critical afterwards of his performance as being too heavy
for the film.
It does mean however that the lightness and perfect touch of
the rest of the actors are needed to balance him out. Liza Minnelli (in nearly
her film debut) is superb as an effervescent young woman, delighted with things
around her, warm and eager to engage with people around her. Billie Whitelaw is
also great (and BAFTA winning) as Charlie’s ex-wife who he continues to share a
vast amount of romantic and sexual chemistry with, for all she has no patience
for his ennui and the intrusions his fame brings to her life.
The film drifts engagingly along, before finally departing
with its star in a hot balloon into the sky. It’s the sort of whimsical fantasy
that also feels like a commentary from those wrapped up in the surprising boom
of kitchen sink drama British films, that brought fame and wealth to those
involved, but also pulled them away from feeling comfortable and happy in their
own roots. It’s perhaps hard to understand without having gone through an
experience like that, but it works here because most of the rest of the film
has an imaginative charm to it.
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