The Rake's Progress

This is a very arguable film for its tremendous richness of ambiguities. It is both one of the best films of Rex Harrison and of Sidney Gilliat and Frank Launder. The greatest credit lies perhaps with the script, but it is handled with brilliant eloquence and equilibration by all the actors, and their parts aren't easy. Rex Harrison is particularly excellent in his very debatable character of a perfect scoundrel who wins everyone by his charm and seems to get away with just anything just by his shameless audacity. His father, a politician, seems to forgive him anything and keeps on doing so until his death, while his female victims see him through but nevertheless also keep on loving him. The one you will remember is Lilli Palmer who becomes his wife, and they were also married for real outside the film studios. He is a man of many talents but nothing becomes of him, as he seems to live just for taking chances and enjoying risking his life for nothing, just to get a kick out of it. It's a kind of morality but without morals, it just states the case without taking any stand, and no one can be a judge in a case like this. You just observe it and enjoy its thrills and moments of temporary success and cheer, while all the time you have to worry about what will happen next as a consequence of his recklessness. The dialog is splendid and probably the best film ever created by Gilliat & Launder, but it leaves you with a kind of acid aftertaste, like as if you had to think "What a waste!" of a brilliant man letting his life just run like water off his hands. Long afterthoughts are unavoidable, and you will probably never forget it.

As the shared horrific experience of the Second World War was coming to an end, the last thing people wanted to see was the amusing misadventures of an over-privileged, work shy toff. Instead of a comedy, we get to see the grim consequences our hero's dissolute lifestyle.

Were it not for an intelligent witty script and Rex Harrison being so charming and likeable, this could have been a dark and moralistic sermon. The talented Frank Lauder and Sidney Gilliat team achieve the perfect balance here. They take a serious morality tale and transform it into a light, amusing upbeat drama which was necessary to make the film's message acceptable to an audience suffering the hell of the last six years.

Had this been made a decade earlier it would have been very different. To us watching now it would probably be funnier but it would have lacked the depth and gritty realism. As it transpired, you can now sympathise with Rex Harrison's character, you feel you want everything to work out for him, you want him to realise that he's a good man but you still don't like him.

It's a long film, beautiful Lilli Palmer isn't in it for long enough and the first half does meander quite a bit but nevertheless it's very easy watching, it's entertaining and you feel like you're watched something worthwhile.

aka The Rake's Progress is fun to watch and enjoy.

The movie relates the story of a British Playboy, Vivian Kenway (Rex Harrison), in flashback, from the opening scenes of the film.

The first flashback takes us to a young aristocratic boy in London on Armistice Night, 1918. The young boy, talks to two soldiers who are happy that he will have to fight in a war. One of the soldiers gives the boy a talisman from his cap and the boy keeps it.

From there, the film moves forward and we see Vivan at Oxford in 1931. He is a prankster there about to be "sent down." Once he is "sent down" from Oxford, his family must find useful employment for a young man with his station in life.

But where?--How about a coffee plantation in South America? Vivian does well there, but since Brits don't drink coffee and the price of coffee is too low to make a profit, he must try another line of work.

Try again— How about a job with Vivan's old friend from Oxford, Sandy Duncan (Griffith Jones)? While it is true, he has an affair with Sandy's wife, it turns out that she is not such a virtuous woman either. So, even though Sandy and Vivian have a huge fist fight on the lift at one of the London fine establishments, Sandy has to admit that she was no big loss.

Next try— How about getting into the race car racket by driving at Brooklands? Well, that just ultimately leads to more problems.

With Rex Harrison playing an aristocratic bounder who thinks he can do about anything for enjoyment, money, or sex, this playboy thing just goes on and on. Doesn't it?............

Lili Palmer, who was Rex Harrison's 2nd of 6 wives, at the time the movie was made, also has an important role in this movie. I like Lili's cuteness. She sort of reminds me of a German version of Leslie Caron.

It is never an easy thing to watch a cad and bounder on film for 2 hours and come away feeling satisfied. But his film manages to do that because of it's wit and wonderful cast. Harrison is superb and Lili Palmer is at her very best. I had not seen this for 65 years and yet I remember it as though it was last week. One very odd goof in the film takes place in a car with Rex being driven by the character Jenny. He opens the door to get out before the car stops. He exits while the scenery goes whizzing by. One might expect to see him in a heap on the sidewalk. All in all, a lovely film with nice light touches and some very serious drama. GOOD SHOW

Rex Harrison plays a young man, Vivian, who thinks primarily of himself. He's somewhat witty, sort of daring, extremely unreliable. Though his character is tempered slightly as time goes on, as written the character is very obnoxious.

I didn't go to Oxford, as Vivian does for a time. But I went to an Ivy League school and I knew many people like him: showoffs who thumbed their nose at convention but wanted, and generally had, the money convention brings. I was transported back not just to the time of the film but also a few decades back to the wise guy cutups of my own college years.

Harrison does a good job. Indeed, he seems to be playing himself, though that was doubtless just fine acting. I like him in most of what I've seen, particularly in "Anna and the King of Siam" and the brilliant "Unfaithfully Yours." The rest of the cast is superb, too: His real-life wife of the time, Lilli Palmer is very charming. Playing an Austrian girl, she reminded me of Luise Rainer, sans music. Griffith Jones plays his ostensibly more stuffy friend. To me, he is infinitely more appealing in all regards. And Margaret Johnston is beauty and charm itself as Vivian's father's secretary.

It would be interesting to show this on a double-bill with "Look Back in Anger." That was written as an antidote to the "mustn't forget about tea" movies and especially plays that had preceded it.

Yet Jimmy Porter, its protagonist, comes across today just as badly as Harrison's character does. The acting in that film, too, is marvelous. But at the core of each is a character who is not just a boor: Jimmy and Vivian are really creeps, though we are not intended to think them so.