Lease of Life

Few contemporary films address religion with any sense of the nuances inherent in a belief in the supernatural. This film does so, and does so in ways so lovely that when it comes to its rather abrupt ending you're left saying "Wow...that was really interesting."

Donat plays the classic English parson, a role unchanged since Trollope, poor, scrimping, of moderate talents but immense goodness. When forced to face his own mortality, he becomes happier than ever before, since he can act with his beliefs out there for all to see.

The film also addresses the very common idea that a life of religion is one of rules alone, and demolishes it brusquely. The religious life is not one of rules but one of freedom. Freedom from many things, but freedom to do others. It is compellingly summarized in his brief but heartfelt sermon that is eagerly misinterpreted by the masses. But it is the message Jesus offered 2000 years ago. If you believe, and act on that belief, rules no longer are important. That is the ultimate freedom, and why Donat can be so happy while under a death sentence.

Fine film, understated yet potent.

A nice drama about a Vicar whose daughter has the chance to study music in London, but money is tight. Robert Donat plays the vicar, and there is a wonderful joke about 'The 39 Steps' in opening part of this movie and Kay Walsh plays the vicar's wife. The acting is good, as is the plot. Film fact - The daughter is played by Adrienne Corri whose most infamous film role was the rape victim in Kubrick's 'A Clockwork Orange'.

Was pleasantly surprised with this quaint vintage film. I found it quite engaging. Lots of period elements that seem so odd today like a benign impromptu sermon makes the national newspaper! A doctor who makes house calls! A drunken Church Sexton.

I saw Donat in Goodbye Mr Chips (1939) about 30 years ago and I was profoundly affected by the nobility of the character, and this is much the same. Cried my eyes out. Why were my teachers not like that!

So much emotion packed in to the morality play but wrapped up tight in quintessential English reserve, making it all the more lachrymose for moments.. the music assists... reminds me a bit like stiff upper lip Brief Encounter (1945) with Rachmaninoff at full blast.

A young Denham Elliott as a creepy music teacher!

So the parson is burdened by a miserable dodgy wife!

Theologically speaking, seemed mostly about virtue, what it looks like in Christian terms, you know self-sacrifice. The comfort of faith and death. .. A distaste for establishment defference and 'heaven' postponed - which I totally agree with, also perhaps a role for compromise and even subterfuge for the greater good for our character which the article in the New York Times described as Quixotic. Perhaps the Parson is not Mr. Chips, but he's a very upright fellow.

Great acting by Robert Donat who one could see was clearly not well (a less than kind contributor mentioned he looked aged). The story itself a familiar plot of a dying man making the most of the time left. However beautifully done against the backdrop of village life in 1950s England, with a vicar faced with choosing between that which is expected of him and that which his heart and his faith demand. A spoilt daughter and a supportive though somewhat demanding wife who turns out to be quite vulnerable keeps the interest afloat. The characters in the village and the twists and turns of the tale make this a film well worth watching. If you prefer stories about life rather than spectacular action, depiction of morals and values against big budget drama and reality over fantasy then this should keep you entertained for the duration.

Great shots of Beverley Minster and clever camera work I thought for what was probably a fairly low budget affair.

A cruelly ironic title, since Robert Donat - still only in his forties but looking sixty - is visibly dying, thus reinforcing - in Charles Barr's words - the "moving kind of bleakness" of this Ealing cross between 'Le Corbeau' and 'Diary of a Country Priest'.

With a suitably melancholy score by Alan Rawsthorne; through the camera of Douglas Slocombe, Ealing's first production in the new marvel of 'Eastman Colour' (sic) handsomely creates on location in Lincolnshire the deceptively pretty little parish of Gilchester (as well as vividly displaying a young Adrienne Corri's Titian mane as Donat's vibrant young daughter), which beneath it's picturesque facade throbs with intrigue and venality; it's poisonous passions ignited by Donat's unguarded sermon addressed to his flock.