Teddy Boys

Intriguing British drama about a priest, underplayed brilliantly by Anthony Quale, who also is a bit of a local football hero, tries to bring redemption to the local teddy boys, this being 1959, and appears to avoid women like the plague, the implication being, is he gay or not? It all comes to a head when the main thug, played by Andrew Ray, gets a girl pregnant, and after a tragic accident, is confronted by Quale who is then falsely accused of 'interferring' with Ray, a quaint 1950's way of saying he molested him. Sarah Churchill, who is perhaps a bit old for her role, she was in her mid 40's at the time, holds the key to his innocence in the matter and eventually it all plays out but we are left wondering still, was he supposed to be gay or not? I don't think we were meant to really know as it was 1959 and mainstream films only ever dropped hints back then. At one point, Percy Herbert, playing Andrew Ray's violent father says, ' We haven't got one of them in the parish have we?'. Apparently back then, it was alright to beat the hell out of your son with a strap, backed up by the local copper, but not to be gay, clearly a despicable state of being then. Nevertheless, very interesting to compare how things have changed, and I do remember when people thought like this, but best of all, a wonderful performance by Anthony Quale who hold the film together with some otherwise dodgy performances, like Cliff Richard's first acting role.

Anthony Quayle plays a vicar who somehow manages to combine the role of vicar of a parish and professional footballer.He never seems to be doing any training.The fact that he is not married concerns his mother.She encourages a rather past it Sarah Churchill to make a pass at him.Meantime Quayle seems to have his hands full trying to run a youth club for which he really seems to have no aptitude or empathy whatsoever.He seems to make more enemies than friends.His troubles only begin when he rebuffs the advances made to him by Churchill.From thereon it is all downhill for him.Interesting film which preserves the attitudes of the time.Also little is directly said about the sexuality of Quayle' s character.

An unmarried vicar in a new parish (Quayle) accuses a local 19 year old of being partially responsible for the death of a teenage girl. In defiance, the young man claims the vicar molested him. Out of spite, his story is backed up by a local woman (Churchill) still furious that the vicar rejected her advances. Unfortunately for the vicar, the woman is a highly respected member of the community - her father is the previous clergyman.

Given that this film was released in 1959, its subject matter is pretty ground-breaking, especially for a British film. Yes, the depiction of disaffected youth hanging around coffee bars, breaking into swimming pools and grooving to Cliff Richard's Livin' Doll is a little clumsy (Richard is asked to do little in a secondary role other than sulk or croon), but in an era when folks weren't supposed to know about homosexuality (at least in the movies), this is quite a daring story, and occasionally quite subversive. We the audience are ever so slightly encouraged to wonder about Quayle's sexuality as he spurns the advances of a good churchy woman, seems oblivious to his sexy young French maid (!) and looks up to his strident mother (a wonderfully knowing performance by Irene Browne). Judith Furse's probation officer is also deliciously ambiguous...

So quite a grown up film then - a shame that these days it's probably only known for being Cliff's debut film.

For about the first hour this low-budget movie had definite aspirations of being added to the pantheon of significant films of the British New Wave, otherwise known as "kitchen-sink" dramas. Unfortunately it tails off tamely in the final half-hour as it retreats from the boldness of its narrative as just desserts are meted out and worse, love looks like it might conquer all.

Notable for being an early outing for later Bond director Terence Young as well as the feature debut for veteran British pop star, Cliff Richard, its plot is heavily derived from Arthur Miller's "The Crucible" as a respectable pillar of a small town community is accused of a scandalising, career-threatening crime by a grudge-bearing teenager, indeed, it's no surprise to learn that the film is itself an adaptation of a recent play. While there's no sub-text here of the Hollywood witch-hunt, the film does at least commendably approach the taboo subjects of pre-marital sex and homosexuality, remembering in particular that there was no Pill and that the latter was still a criminal offence in the U. K. until 1967.

The venerable Anthony Quayle plays a venerable parish priest looking in particular to have some positive interaction with the local youths. Of course being the 50's, some of these include the English version of the world phenomenon of teenage delinquency, who openly rebel against their elders, usually carrying concealed weapons like knuckle-dusters and chains and with a penchant for rock and roll music. Leader of this particular band is the tearaway Larry Thompson, played by Andrew Ray, who in addition to the above, has also abandoned a young girl he's got pregnant. He has a kid brother halfway to following him into minor crime, played by the debuting Cliff, who Quayle tries to rescue and a violent, brutish father who you wouldn't want turning up at your door with a grievance late at night. Lucky then that Quayle also trains the kids at boxing.

At the vicarage, passions are overheating, firstly in the form of the vicar's new, pretty young French maid who gets herself involved with Larry but secondly and more significantly with Sarah Churchill's man-hunting Hester, another vicar's respectable daughter, who makes a bee-line for Quayle. Hell hath no fury as we all know and when she's spurned by Quayle, she finds a way to revenge herself on him by supporting a false claim of molestation brought against the vicar by Larry, this after the poor pregnant girl has been accidentally knocked down and killed after she sees him making out with the maid in a bus-shelter and Quayle has summoned Larry to the vicarage to confront him about his treatment of the dead girl.

So far so good as the film confronts its contentious subject of alleged homosexuality with refreshing candour as the town turns against the heretofore admired vicar who now faces the ruination of his career. Unfortunately just as events edge towards a dramatic peak, the film draws back with a Damascene conversion, a ludicrously staged exposé scene and even worse, a final reconciliation with a romantic undertone which undoes much of the realism which has gone before.

Never mind, possibly the narrative was necessarily bowing to the censorship laws of the time, it's just a pity that having put its head above the parapet towards modernity, it felt it had to withdraw it again for a diluted happy ending.

Quayle is very good as the conscientious preacher, likewise Ray and Churchill in slightly more cliched roles. Cliff doesn't get to do much other than look pretty and sing a rocking version of his hit ballad "Living Doll". There's strong support from recognisably stalwart British character actors, the best of whom I thought was Irene Browne as Quayle's supportive and perceptive mother.

While the film is a little dated by its treatment of its hep-catting rock and roll juveniles, and ultimately cops out from fully confronting societal attitudes of the time, it at least openly raises the subjects of teenage pregnancy and homosexual behaviour and still feels like a further step along the road to challenging the norms of the day and is to be commended for that.

SERIOUS CHARGE is a social drama with a 'wrongfully accused' theme. It stars Anthony Quayle who gives an excellent performance as a crusading vicar trying to knock some sense into the local juvenile delinquents. Unfortunately he makes an enemy of a couple of people in the vicinity and when a false charge is lodged against him, the whole community immediately believes his guilt.

This is one of those films that feels ahead of its time despite being rather dated in look and feel. It's a rather genteel production at times, particularly in the depiction of the fun-loving delinquents, who do 'dangerous' things like breaking into a swimming pool at night for a swim. The one tension-filled moment with them is the stand-off with Quayle in the church. The film is also of interest for featuring a youthful Cliff Richard in his movie debut and yes, he gets to contribute a handful of songs on the soundtrack.

For the most part this is slow paced and engrossing. Quayle was always an underrated actor and doesn't put a foot wrong. I liked the way his sexuality is kept hidden from view so you never really know if he's homosexual or not, not that it really matters. Sarah Churchill is fine as the spurned and vengeful woman. There's a minor but strong role for Percy Herbert as the violent father of one of the thugs. The ending is rather predictable but the film as a whole hangs together quite nicely; it's a solid story, well told.