Up the Junction

Though justifiably not considered a particularly important British film of the late sixties, "Up The Junction" has much genuine charm and remains a film for which I have a lot of affection.

Written by Nell Dunn, who specialized in portraying working class life, the characters are well drawn and brought to life with much conviction by a fine cast, some of whom have lasted and some who somehow faded away.

Whereas leading man Dennis Waterman went on to a long career in both television and on the stage, the lovely Suzy Kendall, who seemed to be headed towards becoming the next Julie Christie, proceeded to an undistinguished career. There's a touching chemistry between the pair.

Likewise the strong supporting players have had varied careers. The pairing of Maureen Lipman and Andrienne Posta was so successful in this film, that there was talk of them becoming a comedy team. Like Waterman, Lipman has been a regular on television and the stage, while Posta simply vanished.

"Up the Junction" too has vanished into obscurity, without even a video release. It's odd that while other far lesser British movies of the same period have been kept alive, this small but very appealing work should suffer such a fate.

This movie had a profound effect on me when I first craned my neck to see it from the front row of the Haymarket cinema in Newcastle upon Tyne. I was sixteen years old and on date with a guy that had a rich father, a triumph spitfire and the personality of deadwood. I fell deeply in love with Suzy Kendall knowing that it should have been Dennis Waterman. I saw this movie every night for two weeks. It captures those times exquisitely, almost painfully. I just need to hear the opening theme to be transported back. The clash of cultures, the poverty on both sides of the class divide. Polly had money but was surrounded by shallowness and snobbery. Her friends up the junction had loyalty, camaraderie and fun, but struggled to survive, scamming their way from pay day to pub, who was the poorer? Manfred Mann's excellent score insinuates it's way into the fabric of the movie, haunting and evocative. Give this one a chance, you won't regret it.

Up The Junction was made during the Summer of 1967 though there isn't much love & peace to be found in this film. Arguably the only likeable characters are Polly, an uptown girl who's trying to slum it in Battersea, and Pete (Dennis Waterman) the 'bit of rough' she falls for, and they're not without flaws. I always loved Dennis Waterman in Minder and his character in this film could easily pass for a young Terry McCann; anyone who doubts his ability as a straight actor should watch the showdown between Pete and Polly in the hotel room. The two sisters Sylvie and Rube are sweet & bubbly on the outside but later on reveal a nasty side, especially when mocking a work colleague who appears to have learning difficulties.

Apart from Pete, all the men are depicted as selfish, sex mad and prone to violence.

Up The Junction came out a few years after the golden age of kitchen sink drama, and maybe lacks their gritty Northern humour, but there's still plenty to recommend including some lovely, sweeping London skylines, nice views of the iconic Battersea power station, and a groovy soundtrack by Manfred Mann. Anyone nostalgic for the late 1960s will probably enjoy it.

A very likeable if dated view of working class 60's London viewed the eyes of upper crust Polly Dean. Several tough and controversial issues (illegal abortions & wife beating) are covered which must have been brave at the time that the film was made. Strangely prophetic in the 'gentrification' of Battersea (one of the up-areas in recent property prices). Having been in the year I was born, I cannot fully comment on the authenticity of this films view of 60's life. However from my perspective and that of older relatives it is fairly accurate. The soundtrack (by Manfred Mann) is a superb slab of sixties beat\psychedelia. The characters are very likeable and the film is in my opinion a good introduction for any scholar of the period. 9/10

Peter Collinson was already mellowing after his directorial debut with the incredibly nasty home invasion film 'The Penthouse' (1967); and let loose on Nell Dunn's stories in Technicolor with Manfred Mann on the soundtrack was obviously going to turn in a very different film from Ken Loach's 'Wednesday Play' of 1965.

What seemed like gritty realism in 1967 today seems as remote as the world evoked by Dickens (complete with Jewish stereotypes which really date it). Maureen Lipman is almost unrecognisably young and it's always good to see Adrienne Posta and Liz Fraser (who share a literally gut-renching sequence after the former has an abortion performed by a drunken Hylda Baker).

But the real star is Battersea power station, looming in the background back in the days when it was still permitted to smoke.