La Lumière fantôme

Very funny British Gainsborough Picture from 1935 with plenty of No-code 'damn' 'ruddy' and 'cor-blimey' -ies along with Binnie Hale's long legs and keen 'how about it' frankness, THE PHANTOM LIGHT is a bookend GHOST TRAIN fog bound mystery set on the shrouded eerie Welsh coast. The photography and settings particularly in the quaint railway scenes in reel one and the village scenes near the end offer the viewer genuine storybook pleasure in that they look completely fake but are not at all. It just happens to naturally all look like some plaster model. Lead actor, music hall star Gordon Harker has some hilarious lines - particularly the closing one: "Lummy! what a night" which would have rocked any Odeon theatre with gales of laughter. Binnie Hale is the Brit Joan Blondell, all perky and silly and ready to cut up her trousers all ready to gad about the lighthouse stairways in hotpants and high heels. Local Welsh eccentricness is on full display with plenty of Popeye style gnarling and eyeball flexing. I thought it was hilarious as (later famous) Director Michael Powell was clearly getting his actors to have fun with their roles. The local policeman is exactly like Constable Plod from the Noddy kids books..all tubby and bug eyed. It is all silly and very funny. The Warner bros pic SHH! THE OCTOPUS of 1935 is a good counterpart from the USA.

Superficially, this is just another of the many British comedy/dramas from the era. It has a characteristic manner: a fellow with a humorous take on life, a pretty girl, some intrigue and danger.

What sets this apart are two things.

The first is the setting in Wales, or more precisely among the Welsh. Its an odd sort or layering for me since I think the 30's era English are as different, strange, quaint to me as the Welsh are shown here from the English. The language is emphasized in the setup, first half of the movie. They surely are depicted as alien. At the end, there's a clear balance between evil Welsh and noble ones that come to the rescue. The chief villain of course, the ringmaster, is English of course. That Imperial undercurrent!

The second interesting thing is that the action, about 3/5s of the movie, takes place in an actual lighthouse, most at night. What an amazing challenge this must have been; there are no studio shots that I could discern. Its a small, curved structure with no opportunity to anchor the frame against a wall. There's lots of movement across different levels, as there must be, and some clever (from a staging point of view) movement from inside to outside. I suppose the director made up much of how this appears as he went along.

Ted's Evaluation -- 2 of 3: Has some interesting elements.

There's a nice undercurrent of comedy running through this otherwise standard mystery story. Set in a "haunted" lighthouse on the supposedly lonely Welsh coast, there seems to be a remarkable crowd of characters bumping into each other at every turn. The plot starts out promisingly with much talk of ghostly terror, but settles into a rather lame and predictable conclusion.

The local Welsh villagers are mercilessly satirized as dim-witted, inbred provincials, in contrast with the smarty pants Londoners who've dropped in to sort out this here ghostly nonsense. An apparently nymphomanic young blonde with no relevance to the story other than removing various items of clothing as things progress, adds to the sly humour.

There's lots of excellent location cinematography of craggy Welsh rocks and crashing waves to provide a suitably moody background.

Taking all these elements together, I came away mildly entertained, although not mentally stimulated. Good late night fun.

With its wafer thin plot, this relies on the likeability of its cast and it's got just enough of that to make this entertaining from beginning to end. Gainsborough reused the story six years later as BACK ROOM BOY with Arthur Askey and although this won't be in anyone's top ten, it least it doesn't have Arthur Askey in it!

As naff as this is, I think I enjoyed it. I might even watch it again sometime. Why - because it was fun without being a comedy, exciting without being a thriller and watchable without being particularly well made. It relies on its two leads: Binnie Hale and professional cockney Gordon Harker. He's your typical grumpy but loveable cor blimey gov'nr cockney and he really carries this single handedly. He's also got some lovely old forgotten East End expressions. Surely it's time to resurrect this one: "I'll lay a pound to a sausage." It must mean something?

Just as I'm convinced that Genevieve Tobin is Joan Blondell's sister, Binnie Hale obviously must also be another sibling. She was an established actress on the stage but she hadn't quite mastered movie acting, nevertheless she's still better than a lot of established stars over in California. Looking at her, it's hard to believe she's actually the sister of Jessie Matthew's other half - whom, if you're familiar with Sonnie Hale - let's just say he didn't have the classic movie star looks! She's actually rather lovely (which you'd expect if she's Joan Blondell's long lost English sister!)

Some actresses have a magnetic screen presence because of their talent, Miss Hale might not exhibit a lot of talent but she certainly exhibits a lot of her legs - very nice legs too! Since Joseph Breen and his cohorts over in America had by 1935 banned anything remotely saucy, it fell on the shoulders of the British film industry to provide the public with a little bit of sexiness and Binnie Hale in shorts and negligee - not just a negligee but a wet negligee, certainly ticks that box.

Gainsborough in the early thirties didn't really do quality, they just made the sort of stuff you could veg out to with your brain switched off after a hard day's work. They were owned by Gaumont-British so had the same sort of relationship First National did to Warner Brothers. They made cheap simple, basic entertainment for the masses. So if you're not expecting too much from this, I'll lay a pound to a sausage that you might just enjoy it.

First off there is a very nice DVD of this mixed with some other British Thrillers. Looks and sounds good. That's great because the movie isn't too gripping and would dissolve with any distractions. The movie is an odd mix of "silent" movie acting and a long set up that takes up way too much time. The welsh village is fun and interesting--there are other later British films that have this same kind of small village opener with a stranger appearing and a mystery being resolved. It's a formula that works more often than not. But the movie fails to really evoke much spookiness of the lighthouse itself. It's never interested in generating any suspense for very long. Usually there is some very brief suspense moment, and it's just to set up more comedy. The comedy is fairly funny but no real sense of danger is generated. No sense of the story moving forward. There are also touches from (then trend setting) Russian montage editing that seem kind of comical in an unintended way. As you'd expect from director Powell there are a few nice camera moves and some good location photography. A music score would have helped this film there is none at all, perhaps a cost saving element? Or just a wrong choice? There are things to enjoy here but you have to get over the 30's cliché elements of "flapper girl" and "spunky-male-reporter" and these are pretty creaky indeed. A movie that, perhaps in a very director Michael Powell way, flirts around with various quirky and occasionally unexpected ideas but doesn't commit to any of them enough to become a whole anything. Other reviews of it being an OK time killer are valid.