What Became of Jack and Jill?

Although nowhere near as disturbing as Amicus thought, What Became of Jack and Jill is still pretty grim by the British standard of the day. The film would be a lot less without Vanessa Howard and not just for the obvious reasons, few actresses can play unhinged quite as well. Paul Nicholas is clearly doomed from the start as Johnnie and Mona Washbourne's Alice manages to be sympathetic without laying it on too thick. The whole thing looks drab beyond belief as if all the colour is slowing draining from the world, the Summer of Love isn't just over, it never happened.

If you are checking out this title here on IMDb, chances are you are a fan of Amicus productions and are searching for the very few titles that haven't made their way to DVD yet. I managed to get my hands on a copy of this one and watched it last night.

A 20-something loser who lives with his grandmother schemes to get rid of her so he can inherit the house and the big pile of money she's sitting on. With the help of his cold-as-ice girlfriend, he convinces poor Granny that a rising group of British youth are violently getting rid of all old people, making her last days as torturous as possible. That is basically the plot. There is no supernatural twist as I was expecting from an Amicus production. While the film does manage to generate sympathy for Granny, it doesn't do much else.

We've all seen this type of story play out many, many times before - Amicus themselves did a much better version in one of the stories in "Tales From The Crypt" with Peter Cushing, but with the plot-enhancing supernatural twist. Don't go out of your way to find this one guys, there is a reason why this is one hasn't been re-released yet.

Jack lives with his elderly grandmother who he looks after . He hates this and resents caring for her . Along with Jill his gold digging girlfriend they hatch a plan to get rid of her

If the premise above reads as a bit too simplistic then you'd probably have a point . It's the old Shakespearian tragedy of a young weak greedy man listening too much to a slutty greedy woman and coming to regret it . However this isn't enough to to condemn the film as being bad in anyway and while it's not terribly good neither is it terribly bad , just a little bit predictable

The cast are somewhat one note with Paul Nicholas as a hip early 1970s young cat brooding that the best years of his life will revolve around looking after his elderly grandmother who he has murderous fantasies towards . Vanessa Howard plays Jill who is a bit too slutty to be entirely credible but if you're a hip young cat then the tail wags the dog if you know what I mean and Mona Washbourne plays Gran who despite being a coffin dodger isn't written or portrayed as being insufferably selfish , just old

The directing by Bill Bain is rather static and workman like which is not too surprising since most of his prior and subsequent work was in the field of television . One interesting aspect Bain does bring to the film is a cinematography featuring muted sepia tones which is the only real remarkable thing in an unremarkable film

I can understand why the late Vanessa Howard quit the business after this junk. But she married a millionaire.

A stupid druggy and his dumb drugged-up girlfriend wants to kill his grandmother for her house and money. They are irritating as they can be. It's really easy to feel bad for the grandmother who's seemingly stuck with her awful and evil grandson caring for her. It's one of those films concerning youthism, power to the youth and down with the "oldies" (as said in the film).

The movie had a couple of moments of being a little bit interesting but kept falling flat after the "moments" each time. It's slow, boring mainly and the two youths are irritating as all hell. Let's just say I was unimpressed with the film for the most part.

2/10