Il cadavere in cantina

Its a wonder this movie has been recently shown on the TV in the UK, a certain movie called Saltburn is currently having a moment which bears many similarities.

This is a British 1960's romp in which an ambitious man happens upon an upper class waster who has been shunned social and lost his job as a result of being caught committing fraud. The lead sees this as an opportunity to climb the social ladder from his lower middle class rung onto the one occupied by the upper classes. He does this by offering the waster a proposition, free board in exchange for being taught the social ropes of the upper class. He agrees and that's where things get interesting.

In order not to spoil the plot, this does get very dark two thirds of the way through. Its tone is that of a dark comedy/satire and as a result its actually quite difficult to second guess where the narrative will go. As a result its a highly entertaining watch. Of course its dated in terms of music but not so much in terms of the upper classes who haven't budged an inch into modernity lest it alter their identity.

This would be a great companion piece to Saltburn as it is a very similar story but without the obvious meme generating scenes shoehorned into Saltburn which didn't add to the story, but were simply there in order to hijack social media and generate interest into what is at best an average movie. This one however manages to keep you engaged because its simply a well told story. Even if it is quite a bitter one.

Alan Bates is the scoundrel here who thinks he is about to get away with anything. Everything is wrong with him except his ambitions. In order to climb the social ladder to riches and success he not just uses any dirty tricks to get along on the way, but his knack is simply to follow the mainstream of general hypocrisy, consistent deceit by means of sticking to lies, outrageous audacity and the general euphemistic way of life ignoring all that is out of any private interest to you. Everything here is permanent dishonesty, and for its blatant shamelessness the film is actually shocking in its horrible satire of upper class business life, while you must admit that it is extremely well done, in perfect cleverness, wit and elegance. All the actors are perfect, and you don't even feel sorry for Denholm Elliott who actually did nothing to help himself except in digging his own grave, while Alan Bates' acting is a marvel of sticking to a masked role. Millicent Martin actually suits him, it is even suggested that she sees him through and appreciates his charade, and you are used to Denholm Elliott as the perfect loser. In brief, in spite of its revolting immorality, the film is thoroughly enjoyable for its virtuosity in cleverness and elegance.

A film from the "Swinging London" era and, like much of the output pertaining to that camp, one that feels quite dated when viewed today. It nevertheless maintains a sense of style throughout (Nicolas Roeg was the cinematographer) and the familiar plot (following the exploits of a social climber in the none-too-exciting world of high-finance – suffice to say that it is sometimes hard to discern the exact function of the various minor characters the protagonist comes into contact with!) still works thanks to the blackly comic vein in Frederic Raphael's script and Alan Bates' central performance as the cocky anti-hero. Even so, the supporting cast is just as notable – highlighting in particular Denholm Elliott (as Bates' 'tutor' in the money-making ways and whom he later callously disposes of), Millicent Martin (as the high-society girl he sets his sights on: she also sings the title number!), Harry Andrews (as the latter's father and Bates' boss), Pauline Delany (as Bates' ageing landlady and occasional fling) and James Villiers (as, typically, an upper-class twit and Martin's intended). The inherent amorality at work anticipates ALFIE (1966) in many ways (incidentally, Martin turned up here as well): though a box-office smash and a multi-Oscar nominee, I had actually found that film to be similarly overrated. The twist involving Elliott's true identity – which threatens to expose Bates for what he is, but which he still manages to turn in his favor (since the script clearly wants us to root for him) – does end proceedings on a high note in this case. For the record, this seems to be another ultra-rare title, having acquired it via a less-than-optimal copy culled from an old TV broadcast

It's not very good, i could live without watching it, too much plot armor and the pace is uneven : At times, it seems it's gonna be great but it's never becoming that interesting neither intense.

Yet, it was a fun ride. Bates is charismatic and delightful to watch, same as Elliott and Martin. There are even some unpredictable moments, i'll spare the details in order to avoid spoilers. Overall it's enjoyable and dark comedy fans will enjoy it mostly. But for sure, it's not as clever as it thinks it is and you are gonna need a lot of suspension of disbelief in order to buy what is happening here.

Ending is exactly as the previous moments. Not as clever as they thought, and if you think it thoroughly, it doesn't even make sense. But as i said, actors are so charismatic that they make it work.

I cannot recall having even heard of this movie until I saw it advertised in the TV listings as part of a series of British movies otherwise unrelated to each other in any way. The cast is wonderful particularly Denholm Elliot. Alan Bates gives the part the bland vacancy it requires. The song that opens the movie was of its time and was so bad I almost stopped watching. And the rest of the movie is never quite right. The movie tries to tell the story that Lindsay Anderson told so well in O Lucky Man, and falls far short...but most movies fall short of O Lucky Man. It's worth seeing for another reason: it illustrates very well the mentality that led to Margaret Thatcher.