An Englishman Abroad

I watch it every time it comes on TV. Alan Bates is perfect and the fact that Coral Brown plays her younger self is so perceptive - she's an old woman in the play - does she play herself exactly as she was - if so she was old before her time. Russia looks so grey - it makes London look bright and bustling. And the final scene makes the whole thing worth it.

Directed by John Schlesinger. This award laden BBC television movie was based on a true incident involving Australian actress Coral Browne and exiled spy Guy Burgess in Moscow.

Adapted by Alan Bennett. In his introduction at the repeat showing in 2023 talked about how the film was an attack on a Britain destroyed by Margaret Thatcher.

Alan Bates plays Burgess as man for whom the Soviet Union is boring, very much like the British Establishment he worked for. The romance of communism was a myth. Wherever you went in 1950s Europe, life was grey for most.

When he turns up at Browne's dressing room during a performance of Hamlet. Burgess throws up and then invites her for lunch in his flat.

Browne eventually manages to find his grubby apartment and sees first hand his gloomy existence.

The very least Browne could do is to comply with his request to send some new clothing over to him upon her return to England.

Filmed in Dundee which doubles for drab Moscow. The film is as charming as Bate's characterisation of Burgess. I'm not sure the real Burgess was as effervescent as that in real life. He might had drunk a lot to pass the time in his Moscow flat.

Bennett peppers his film with some interesting side characters. The two slightly camp men from the British Embassy wanting to know what Burgess wanted from Browne. Sneering and comedic at the same time. The kind of quaint charm that Burgess once engaged with.

In Britain, Browne meets a tailor who still remembers the customer called G Burgess who has gone away. Still happy to rustle up a suit for him that will wear well at his new home with discretion totally assured. On the other hand another shop refused to supply pyjamas to the treacherous traitor.

At the end a dandified Burgess walks around Moscow while Gilbert and Sullivan's For he is an Englishman is played. I wonder if the title An Englishman Abroad inspired the pop singer Sting to write a song about Quentin Crisp.

An Englishman Abroad is, like The Third Man, one of those rarest of moments in cinema in which everything just drops into place, with all from the script to the direction and performances falling into the perfect hands. Coral Browne's recognition that her experiences during (and following) a theatrical tour of Russia, meeting Guy Burgess, were worth making a grand statement on life about was as inspired as the script she made of this. In a running time of just over an hour, exceptional performances by Browne herself and the late lamented Alan Bates, directed by none less than John Schlesinger, make a comprehensive statement about loyalty, betrayal, the cynicism and amorality of all governments across the political spectrum, and personal sacrifice in the cause of what one believes correct. And despite the bleakness with which the British government and establishment are duly portrayed, a wonderful contrast is drawn between truly British democratic values, as voiced by an old British bespoke shoemaker (and reminiscent of the civil service mandarin's words in the car at the end of the also brilliant A Very British Coup), and the foreigner-founded gentlemen's outfitter who merely apes Britishness by pandering to British aristocracy ("By Appointment to Her Majesty"). The cold war settings are very atmospheric, and Bate's role as a man who has sacrificed all the privilege he was born into for the sake of something he believed in paradoxically fits that British value too. His performance as a British establishment in-man of refined tastes, trying to stay sane in the utter impoverishment, loneliness and distrust of his new Soviet circumstance, is profoundly moving even without a hint of self pity or indulgence. And the scene where he, a gay and atheist, attends the Orthodox service for the profound aesthetic experience that it provides, represents - in Bates' peerless hands - an unforgettable portrayal of profound human emotion. Had Schlesinger and Browne padded this film out by a half to reach a respectable feature length, it might not be so obscure but known as one of the elite films of all time.

Very dry wit joins with a rueful sadness in the 1 hour based-on-truth drama of English traitor in exile Guy Burgess (the wonderful Alan Bates) striking up a brief friendship with actress Coral Browne (playing herself).

Burgess meets Browne when goes to see a cultural exchange production of Hamlet, in 1958, wanders backstage, and throws up in her dressing room sink. In the midst the two find a connection, and strike up an acquaintance.

Full of trenchant observations on both Soviet and British life,, what it means to miss one's homeland, Perhaps the comic absurdity of the two dolts who work at the British embassy is a bit overstated, but generally this is full of beautifully observed moments, a quiet, gentle triumph.

I saw this when it fist appeared on tv, and fell in love with it. An absolute delight, but sad at the same time. After many years I stumbled upon in on VHS, so can now watch it whenever I choose. Well worth watching! Browne and Bates are stunning.