Pink String and Sealing Wax

Pink String and Sealing Wax is directed by Robert Hamer and adapted to screen by Diana Morgan from the play written by Roland Pertweee. It stars Mervyn Johns, Googie Withers, Gordon Jackson, Jean Ireland and Sally Ann Howes. Music is by Norman Demuth and cinematography by Stanley Pavey.

The wife of a pub landlord plots to rid herself of her abusive husband - roping in the innocent son of a chemist to achieve her aims.

One can sometimes forget that Ealing Studios was not solely about crafty comedies, it was a production house of many genre splinters. Here they dabble in the realm of the dark period piece, setting it in Victorian England down on the South Coast in Brighton. Essentially it's a straight forward plot line of a potential murderess and the big questions of if she does it and if so will she get away with it - more pertinently, will someone else be taking the fall?

Within this simple plotting though, there's a fascinating group of characters operating out of this part of Brighton - chiefly out of The Dolphin Public House and the local Pharmacy. There's class distinctions which grab the eyes and ears, but mostly it's the everyday actions of the main protagonists that hold court.

Johns (excellent) is the pharmacist and an almost tyrannical husband and father, his treatment of his family in the name of tough love is irritatingly troubling. It's no wonder his kin want to fly the nest in search of happiness. Pub landlord Joe Bond (Gary Marsh) is an abusive drunk, while his wife Pearl (Withers top draw) is a man chaser and as we know, a murderess in waiting.

The support characters are a mixed bunch of barfly gin guzzlers, jack the lads or wannabe singers who fill the air with a shrill din. All of which is cloaked roughly with a melodramatic bleakness that's initially slow to get off the ground, but comes to the fore for dramatic worth come the second period of the story.

This is far from being Hamer on his best form, he would be saving that for Kind Hearts and Coronets 4 years later, but with Withers good value, the period flavours strong and the photography suitably set at moody, this is well worth a peak for genre enthusiasts. 6.5/10

Having supplied an elderly female customer with a remedy for flatulence and served as analyst at a murder trial, stern faced pharmacist, Mervyn Johns returns home to impress his holier than thou, never spare the rod brand of ultra muscular Christianity upon his deeply unhappy, largely subservient family.

He perpetuates his oppressive regime by blocking daughter (Jean Ireland)'s ambition to become an opera singer, coercing her towards an unwanted marriage and a mundane future as a piano teacher. Eldest son (Gordon Jackson) is then ridiculed for writing love poems to the girl of his dreams. It's enough to drive the poor bloke to drink.....which it inevitably does! And that's before we even begin to consider his experiments on small animals. All in the name of science, of course. Everything stems from a sense of duty. Not least, rigorous church attendance, whilst bemoaning the fact that sermons are becoming ever shorter. (Sometimes, less is more mate!)

Drinking culture in Brighton 1880's style: Mainly flat capped men supping tankards of ale in a smoky, poky pub. Women prefer a succession of whiskies, with the odd brandy or port for variety. Inebriated landlord, Garry Marsh is a disciple of the hard stuff.....and just when we're all thinking that Johns is the villain for putting the fear of God into his timid family, Marsh's wife, Googie Withers - a piece of work if ever there was one - springs into action, making the formidable pharmacist look positively saintly. Attaching herself to the docile Jackson (amongst a legion of others) she sneakily gains access to some of the more virulent concoctions stored at the pharmacy and a cunning plan to dispose of her big, bald, boozy husband begins to take shape. Whilst on the domestic front there may be seeds of rebellion in the ranks at the Johns household.

With a similar ring to 'Arsenic and Old Lace', Pink String is the familiar title of a movie offering a fascinating vignette of late Victorian life. The extremes of deeply rooted Christian faith, overspilling into moralistic rigidity, starkly contrasting with the consequences of alcohol fuelled lasciviousness. Never quite goth, but set in a still steam driven world. The approaching advances of the next century remain two decades away. The only electricity here is generated entirely by Withers.

I must admit a level of disappointment. I am getting these films from a list called Best British Noirs. I have to say that I haven't found the level very high. It's also possible I have already seen the best ones.

This film takes 45 minutes for a plot to develop. I know films have lost the art of the buildup, but it's one thing when you're waiting for the San Francisco earthquake to start and another for a woman to decide to poison her husband.

Most of the film, set in Victorian England, concerns a family run by a strict and unreasonable father. The son in the family meets the flirtatious soon to be widowed Googie Withers. She uses him to make a boyfriend jealous and then steals strychnine from the family pharmacy to kill her drunk husband.

A subplot has to do with the older daughter wanting to pursue professional classical singing. The singing did capture that old-fashioned technique students were trained in, with lots of tremolo.

The title refers to the way pharmacists wrapped their packages.

Googie livens up the proceedings.

Excellent acting from the lead players, (especially from Mervyn Johns as the puritanical Victorian pater familias and Googie Withers as the pub landlady and murderess), and a good supporting cast as well mean that this Victorian-era pot boiler set in Brighton could have been something special, given the right direction. Unfortunately, though, it lacks this latter quality and the plot development is disjointed and lacks the necessary twists and thrills to have done the job. What results is a very average, Saturday afternoon matinee thriller, which leaves you thinking of the many ways it could have been improved upon. Perhaps a film studies seminar could use it for this purpose? 6/10.

A regrettably subdued film from a first-rate director. He hadn't really got into his stride when he made this. Its studio setting feels as if it were something of a straitjacket for him.

There are compensations, though. There is an excellent leading lady, Googie Withers, who smolders superbly. Mervyn Johns is likewise splendid as a rigid paterfamilias. There a number of imaginatively shot scenes, notably the main act of villainy. And there are a couple of unintentionally hilarious moments, such as when a subplot character sings HOME SWEET HOME to gain the attention of Dame Nellie Melba - no, I'm not making that up.

Ronald Hamer's masterpieces were soon to come: IT ALWAYS RAINS ON Sunday (again with Ms Withers) and KIND HEARTS AND CORONETS.