Un goût de miel

The 1960's brought about many of my favourite films about the English working class experience: The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner; Saturday Night, Sunday Morning; This Sporting Life and - naturally - Kes. Coming from the North and being around - just - during the sixties helps naturally.

I dislike the term "kitchen sink" because it puts too many people off a film that while bleak remains so true it almost hurts. There isn't a word, phrase or scene in this movie that I don't believe and remember: I was there, although not in Salford!

A dimly lit world of booze, cups of tea, canals, seaside trips, bonfires, repressed emotions, unprotected sex (and what follows) and the limits and cheap thrills of the Northern English working class.

In 1961 this must have looked like the start of a new age of film. Real stories about real life. Almost a docu-drama in the modern parlance. However it never really happened. Why? Because there is more skill required than you might imagine and even this verges on going over the top. You could say it is tries to tick too many boxes. And isn't really true drama because it stops at a point in which so many threads remain loose.

(I suppose you could say it ends with the characters facing up to the realities that they have been so long running away from - but will they actually achieve it?)

Star of the show is Rita Tushington who never went on to do much with her career after being given the part of a lifetime to start it all off. Murray Melvin is also good as the homosexual boyfriend who wants to help out - although maybe in a misguided way.

A Taste of Honey has its limits and you could attack it for being snobbish. It is an artistic product born of the middle class - but it remains utterly true in a way that is mostly absent in cinema today.

Shelagh Delaney's screenplay for "A Taste of Honey," based on her play of the same name, remains a moving period drama. Beautifully directed by Tony Richardson, this film evokes all the stark realism of the famed English "New Wave/kitchen sink" dramas (made popular by John Osborne) of the late 50s/early 60s.

Rita Tushingham is striking as an working-class adolescent girl, growing into maturity--first through her pregnancy by a young sailor, played by Paul Danquah, and then by her association with a sensitive man, played by Murray Melvin. Dora Bryan is impressive Tushingham's mom.

The sparse photography, sets and score, all combine to make an unforgettable statement.

A Taste Of Honey is primarily known for the debut of Rita Tushingham who became a star with this and has had a half century career. But for it's time it was a daring film exploring things we still didn't talk about in the USA. For instance there was that love that dared not speak its name.

This film is set in working class Manchester and the cinematography was reflective of a very grimy environment that single mom Dora Bryan is raising her daughter Tushingham in. Bryan's pushing 40, but she likes to party still especially with her new boyfriend Robert Stephens. Rita is clearly in the way.

Interracial love was something not talked of in the USA, but it's here as young Rita drifts into losing her virginity and getting pregnant by a black sailor Peter Danaquah. He goes off on a long sea voyage without knowing what has happened.

The British may be more frank in talking about it, but interracial love and sex was quite the same as here back then. You can bet the rent money that A Taste Of Honey got no bookings in our Dixie states.

But here next relationship is with Murray Melvin who is as my late British friend Jeff Barker would say was as 'gay as green shoes' which is apparently a British expression. No closet for this man in 1961. The omnipresent Code imposed the cone of silence around anything remotely hinting of homosexuality

Tushingham meets Melvin as a customer in a shoe store she works in and the two hit it off. He knows her plight and maybe sex might not be in the future for these two, it's plain they've got a nice friendship working and can support each other and the interracial child coming into the world.

A Taste Of Honey was based on a play by Shelagh Delaney which when it got to Broadway boasted an impressive cast of Angela Lansbury as the mother, Joan Plowright as the daughter, Nigel Davenport as the boyfriend of the mother, Andrew Ray as the gay friend and the sailor was played by a young Billy Dee Williams. I'd love to have seen that production.

Still no complaints about this film. Groundbreaking, touching, and entertaining.

Taste of Honey is evocative of life in Lancashire in the 1960's. The scenes of what were called the "Whit Walks" must bring back memories to many Lancashire folk, as must the scenes of England's most famous seaside resort; Blackpool. The film made Rita Tushingham a houshold name. Her portrayal of the the schoolgirl "done wrong" is second to none. Her large wide eyes show the fear and her innocence at the same time. Dora Bryan is magnificent as the "couldn't-care-less" mother who's quest for a good time is at the expense of all others. The film is well worth a watch, particularly if you are a fan of British films of the 60's. Watch out for a continuity gaff in the scenes on the pier!

Rita Tushingham is excellent as an unhappy girl. Her mother (Dora Bryan) is a slattern. The mother is interested primarily in her dubious good looks and gives almost no attention to daughter Jo (Tushingham.) In one of the few heart-to-heart talks -- in which she tells Jo that her (Jo's) father was a simpleton -- she says that we always remember our first.

Jo's first is indeed a very handsome sailor. He's black.

I'm not going to give anything beyond this away other than to say that Jo becomes best friends with a gay man Murray Melvin. He is the best thing that ever happened to her.

Shelagh Delaney, who wrote the play as a very young woman, wrote the screenplay with director Tony Richardson. It's opened up but not in an annoying manner. I think it's one of Richardson's very best.

I saw this when it first came out. I was a kid and very impressionable. I haven't seen it since but find I'd forgotten little. And that includes the wonderful music. I had never heard the song children sing at the beginning, about a big ship sailing, before nor have I heard it since (until tonight when I watched it again.) But I have never forgotten it.