That Summer!

I was in this Film. As a youth looking for fame and fortune I was surprised to see an ad in the Job Centre window (then just round the corner from the Pickwick pub) requesting Extras for the film. The working title was "Freestyle" and it was to be made by Columbia Pictures and directed by the unfortunately named Harley Cockliss. Anyway I signed up and waited for the call. It eventually came and I was summoned to the pool hall under the multi storey car park in Union street where I stood by a pin ball machine (extreme foreground) while the camera tracked passed me. By now the film was called That Summer. I thought that had been my 15 minutes but, on my way out I was asked by the second AD if I minded late nights. Without thinking I said no. A week or so later I was contacted by the production company and told to report to the model village in Babbacome at 10pm. I duly attended and spent most of the night talking to Jon Morrison in a crew bus. He was an extremely amiable guy, chatting freely to the extras and crew.

My big moment came when I was picked to be pushed out of the way by Morrison and his cronies as he attempted to throw a can of beer at a model football pitch. I was on screen for all of 4 seconds (that's me with the glasses and the "what do I do now" look on my face) but it was a fantastic experience. I taped the film when it was shown on TV in the early 80's. I've still got the tape, and bore my friends with the claim - "I was in a film with him" every time Ray Winstone appears on screen. Sadly Ray Winstone was less amiable Than Jon Morrison during the shooting and chose to spend most of the down time holed up in his caravan rather than chatting to the extras and crew, so I never actually got to meet him. I was hoping that the film would be my passport to Hollywood. Sadly I only got as far as Basingstoke!

First saw this film in 1989 when I taped it. Unfortunately it got taped over about five years ago and I have spent the last five years looking for another copy. Luckily, I now have it on DVD. Although the acting isn't really anything to speak of, the soundtrack is really good. It's also nice to see how things have changed in the area since 1978. I recently visited the Pickwick which is where Steve worked. It's changed quite a bit, different colour with some building work done. One thing that always makes me chuckle about the film is the continuity errors. Didn't the director realise you can't see Torquay Harbour out of the window of the Pickwick.

A couple of lads at the seaside pick up two girls and have a feud with three yobbish young Scotsmen. The brunette (Julie Shipley) is easy on the eye.

It's fair to say few writers will feel jealous because they didn't pen this story. What makes it worth watching is the Torquay location, where I've holidayed virtually every year since the early 90s. When a film or play is set at the seaside they usually pick Brighton, being near London and the beach is bigger than any other except possibly Bournemouth.

A lot of the action takes place at the beautiful Oddicombe Beach. It doesn't look quite so good these days, a substantial landslip in 2013 blighted its appearance and caused part of the beach to be cordoned off. The 400 nightclub subsequently became Route 66, was shut down due to drug problems, then reopened as The Quay. I can't recall ever visiting the recently closed Pickwick pub. Even Torquay's most enthusiastic champions would be hard put to argue pubs have ever been the towns best feature. At least since Wetherspoon opened in the late 90s there's no need to frequent run of the mill pubs boasting just a couple of house beers.

All in all an undistinguished but enjoyable exercise in holiday nostalgia. Though as somebody once quipped, nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I saw the film in the cinema of SS Canberra on the way back from the Falklands in 82. The most memorable bit of the film is when the lead man is trying to get into the drawers of the lead girl. She stops him at the critical moment and asks: "You do love me don't you?" With that and in unison with Ray Winstone the entire audience of now Falkland Veterans chorused "Of course I do!" Brilliant! This film is a classic of the era, although filmed in 78 it captured the early 80s and the quoted lines above remind of my escapades before departing for the unknown in the South Atlantic. Ray Winstone certainly cut his teeth on films like this and archetypal the great Brit actor.

I absolutely LOATHE coming-of-age films, for their embarrassing-ness, stupidity, and exaggerated, unrealistic portrayal of that time of life. Normally this would be no exception. However, the soundtrack to this film was on the sharpest cutting edge in its day; the chat boards/threads here have comments from several of us on the soundtrack.

Plot is four British youths -- two girls, two guys -- go to a seaside resort town in England. They hook up there, work, go out, quarrel, have sex for the first time, etc. etc. They are repeatedly antagonized by a trio of mean-spirited Scottish thugs. The lead character, played by Ray Winstone, is focused on a swimming race/contest which he deeply wants to win.

Back to the soundtrack: it contains the likes of Eddie & the Hot Rods, Richard Hell & the Voidoids, Mink DeVille, the Boomtown Rats; plus a lot of the score is composed around the melody of the Only Ones' "Another Girl, Another Planet." This was the stuff of the fantastic, now-classic original punk rock & New Wave of the late '70s. Whoever did the music supervising/selection (I'd like to know who this was) was well in-tune with this edgy genre, and matched the songs' lyrical content well to the scenes. The use of Patti Smith's "Because the Night" particularly comes to mind in this regard.

I've finally seen this film now (July 2009), and it's a treat in that I was the EXACT same age as these kids (18) in the year of the film's release (1979). As an American it was also a glimpse into what life was like for my contemporaries across the pond. It was very, very different; and I can say the life of American 18-year-olds in 1979 was NOTHING like the Brits' portrayed in this film. It may have been sort of like this in the U.S. back in the 1950's, but that's about it. Also, I couldn't understand some of the dialog, due to the accent factor.

The soundtrack may be New Wave, but the characters are not. They were what we American punkers back then would've termed "regular," "mainstream," or "straight" people. But ironically, one of the Scot thugs, Georgie, looks as contemporary now as he did 30 years ago.

The film's title is oriented in hindsight; as if referring to looking back on the past experience of one's younger days; when nostalgia selectively blocks out the bad times and remembers mostly the good. I wish in some ways that I could've had a teenage beach summer like this...ah, but I was too busy in the gritty city, being a punk rocker. Aaarrrgghh! :-P