Conforto E Prazer

Excellent movie - the only sad thing is that it's taken me so long to see it. Quite different from Gregory's Girl: it's probably not quite as charming but I think it's equally quirky and has a better storyline. Great acting as well, while managing to maintain that same freshness that we saw in Gregory's Girl.

A slight tale from Bill Forsyth and bizarrely inspired by actual Ice Cream wars that took place in Glasgow in the 1980s. This is more an absurdist comedy drama whereas the real events were more sinister.

Bill Paterson is the early morning DJ 'Dicky' Bird left rudderless when his suddenly girlfriend leaves him and taking most of his possessions with her.

Dicky's remaining pride and joy is a red sports BMW and his witty one liners for his radio show. While following an attractive girl in an ice cream van he suddenly finds himself middle of an ice cream van war. He soon winds up become an intermediary between the warring parties as his local fame is recognized.

His radio boss meanwhile thinks Dicky is going nuts with the breakdown of his relationship and the ice cream feud takes it toll.

Dicky may have an answer as soon as you can shout 'Baked Alaska' and maybe he can turn his life around as well.

Bill Patterson hits the right tone as the radio presenter missing his shoplifting Ex. It would had been easy to make his character bitter or a smarmy smart Alec.

The ice cream feud looks sinister but soon settles down as they banter over Kunzle cake. However the film needs more than this for its heart and soul and Forsyth just could not provide anything more substantial. It is good fun but that is all.

"Comfort and Joy" is a deceptive film. It begins as a story about those dim, lonely days following a break-up, and turns into a fantastical tale of the dark underworld behind ice cream vendor territorial disputes (!). Yeah, that's what I thought too. How could this work, and who writes this stuff? Bill Forsyth was an exceedingly strange filmmaker. He made movies often thinly disguised as comedy, but with a heart of deep alienation and loneliness. This film, in fact, could almost be a distorted mirror of more nihilistic loner films like "Taxi Driver".

There are passages in "Comfort and Joy" which are utterly dreamlike. The cinematography takes over in nighttime scenes, all deep focus and glowing orbs of unfocused light. Chris Menges photographs his images with a wonderfully real sense. It's this feeling which makes the film true bordering on painful. Bill Paterson (as Alan Bird) enters into this world like someone who'd been sleepwalking. He's subtle, silent, often bemused. He's like a lesson on how to create a character, in the purest sense.

I must say that "Comfort and Joy" is a very specific sort of film. And a very good one, I think. But there's a large portion which depends directly on mood. It's very possible to not enjoy it. But it is real, and that in itself is a wondrous achievement.

Comfort and Joy had all the ingredients to be a true British classic. Fine actors, good director and the backdrop of 1980s Glasgow - a city in transition where a real ice-cream van territorial war (involving drug gangs) was escalating during the depths of Thatcherism.

Being a resident in Glasgow at the time and witnessing the devastation of Thatcherism on my home city, that included, high unemployment, low economic growth combined with the break up of communities - as inner city slums were being demolished and extended peripheral housing estates were growing - there was a formidable background to work with and make a film of true social comment. Instead Forsyth indulged in whimsy with a script that one might have come from the basement floor of the then derelict Ealing Studios.

With the material available, this could have been a very different film in the hands of say directors such as Ken Loach or John McKenzie. However the script is pretty lame, though it has some witty moments it lacks real punch.

In the lead role, Bill Paterson as savvy DJ Alan "Dickie" Bird carries the movie. His performance is a pre-curser to his excellent acting as gangster Ally Fraser in the TV series Auf Wiedersehen Pet some three years later.

The premise of the film is, DJ Dickie Bird gets caught up in an ice cream turf war and acts as mediator between the two gangs to bring about a peaceful workable solution.

In terms cinematography, its filmed quite well, some of the scenes are in exact locations where I grew up and Forsyth uses the camera to effectively capture the atmosphere of the time and place. However it's the plot and script that disappoint and leave one thinking what might have been had the comedy been darker and the plot more realistic.

In the end, just like ice cream and a City undergoing massive changes, Comfort and Joy simply melts aways into the mundane but the film might be remembered as a a marker for Paterson's progress as an leading actor and for those who might want to see Glasgow through Forsyth's lens in the grip of Thatcherism.

At times the plot slows down to the point of drudgery. The script is not the wittiest or not nearly the most clever by Forsythe standards. Yet, by the end of the film I felt I had seen a truly wonderful little movie--charming, elusive, touching, like the remembrance of a Christmas wish from childhood.

But, perhaps because we can all too well identify with the loss that Bill Patterson's character is trying to deal with (the best thing that could have happened to him, really) and his catharsis so delicately drawn, that the film is so satisfying. Many of my friends could not recognize its quality. Sad for them. There are great messages here, important ones, not the least of which, but perhaps the most sentimental, and (dare I say?) the true meaning of Christmas: to lose one's life is to find it.

Bravo, Mr. Forsythe, et al. Bravo, indeed. (Bill Patterson is gold!)