Meet Mr. Lucifer

Before going on stage, an actor playing Lucifer (Stanley Holloway) comes back to the theatre drunk after having a discussion in a pub about the scourge of television. After he knocks his head he is introduced to Lucifer himself (also played by Holloway) who shows him a story about a TV set and how it causes misery to its various owners.

An interesting minor Ealing comedy about the then very real threat of television on cinema, as cinema itself had done previously with the theatre. It's patchy, but also highly enjoyable. The film is peppered with well known names in this otherwise very topical film. Holloway of course appears in a couple of roles, but his voice as Lucifer was dubbed by Geoffrey Keen. Based off a play by Arnold Ridley, the future Private Godfrey in 'Dad's Army'.

This film ,made in 1953,is largely forgotten.It is a misfiring satire.At the time this film was released TV was about to make a substantial impact on cinema audiences as a result of the Coronation.By 1960 cinema audiences had dropped by two thirds from their post war high and thousands of cinemas were closing.Also,just 3 years after this film was made Ealing studios themselves were closed and purchased by the BBC.Also those music halls that had managed to struggle on finally closed their doors in the late 50s.So i am afraid that Michael Balcon was just spitting in the wind by trying to tell people that television was a bad influence.The film is quite entertaining ,particularly Gordon Jackson playing very much against type.

Very good film from 1953 when I was three interesting premise i enjoyed the acting and also in black and white very atmospheric. Nice to see old films occasionally.

Just discovered this gem via Talking Pictures. A charming and very funny film. The story is a one off - the effect of the dreaded tv on the lives of those who become entranced with it. A host of wonderful actors popping up. A great script, witty and cogent. I wonder why this film is not better known. Great fun and a joy to watch.

Just seen it again after many years, and what now impresses me is a a surprisingly good and sharp script. The script's critique of the negative effects of TV addiction is excellent and prescient for its day, considering how early this film was made into the march of TV (1953) which would eventually supplant film as the medium for our diet of social media.

Incidentally, my parents had a set for the 1953 British Coronation, amongst the first in their neighbourhood and thus became that day a focal point for all those who did not yet have a TV.

The Miss Lonelyhearts segment would work today in the way it could manipulate all those Mr. Lonelyhearts out there. Kay Kendall was never so alluring.

Having said that, TV is today as important to me as it is to anyone else, at least where news and documentaries are concerned. There are, probably, some good effects in the ubiquity of TV, but I personally wonder what the final balance is. It is interesting that the science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke observed how, along with Marshall Mcluhan, the Canadian media commentator, that TV has created a 'global village' and even the poorest of households will own a TV, even in the worst of slums or favelas, as they are known in South American. Indeed, I suspect that the social glue holding Latin American countries together are its soaps. That may hold good for the West, too.

But back to the film; the ensemble acting is excellent, with Stanley Holloway as its focal point, but, goodness me, how gorgeous a young Barbara Murray and Peggy Cummings are, how they brighten the dreariness and blight of a post-war Britain all too slowly recovering from its wounds.