Qui veut la fin...

Based on a Winston Graham novel, (he of "Marnie" fame), Eric Till's "The Walking Stick" is, perhaps surprisingly, a good psychological thriller that came and went without too many people seeing it. Okay, Till was no Hitchcock, (this was only his second feature after the excellent, and again little-seen and underrated, "Hot Millions"), and the film does suffer from a little too much soft-focus prettiness at times but he does make great use of his London locations, draws first-rate performances from leads David Hemmings and Samantha Eggar and ensures the thriller plot builds to a reasonably satisfactory climax.

Eggar is the girl whose early polio means she has to use the walking stick of the title and Hemmings is the not particularly good painter she meets at a party. They start a romance but then she begins to suspect he may not be all that he first seemed. Others caught up in proceedings include Emlyn Williams as Hemmings' shady 'patron' and Phyllis Calvert as Eggar's somewhat aloof mother. It's certainly no classic but it is also much better than its original reputation might have suggested and is worth seeking out.

Three English movies "obsessed" me all my life and I always wanted to see them and watch them again and again: "The Walking Stick" (1970), "The Collector" (1965) and "Our Mother's House" (1967). And, I've seen and re-seen them many times. And I would see them again with the same great pleasure. All three have something magical. All three have also something tragic, melancholic, they are particularly sad and all three are about love, about the big failure in love. The first two star Samantha Eggar, actually, she is the movies. Her acting is impeccably perfect. She is of a unique beauty, you can't help but fall in love with her. That's what happened to me. This is not actually a review, but an eternal declaration of love, mine to Samantha Eggar. She really convinces you that is a crippled person here, that she has polio. There are two other great actors in the film, David Hemmings and Dudley Sutton. Excellent director Eric Till, excellent music, an exceptional film.

Director Eric Till keeps the action clipping along in this romantic thriller, a love story built around a heist. At the height of his fame, David Hemmings is effectively ambiguous as the thief, Leigh. He keeps you guessing about his true feelings for Deborah (Samantha Eggar, before she moved to L. A. and sunk to television), the young curator at his targeted auction house.

She is beautiful but standoffish, after polio left her with a withered leg and claustrophobia from time spent in an iron lung. She only slowly accepts Leigh's persistent attentions, which certainly seem genuine. He even persuades her to try walking without her cane, which liberates her. She eventually comes to trust him and leaves her family home and moves into his rundown riverfront lodgings. (Incidentally, it's a pleasure to see London circa 1969, minus the Carnaby Street clichés, filmed in locations from ever-posh Hampstead to the then-gritty London Docklands.)

Hemmings' and Eggar's chemistry is convincing, especially in scenes with Emlyn Williams as the elegant old white-haired mastermind who ropes her into helping them break into the auction house. As he pressures Deborah, Leigh squirms on the sidelines, apparently wanting to spare her almost as much as he wants her help in the robbery. Almost.

What is not convincing, unfortunately, is that this demure and dignified young woman would ever agree to help. It is not in her character. Though she eventually fell in love with Leigh, she was deeply alarmed when he revealed the plan for the heist. She tried to dissuade him, but he was all-in and wanted her help, even though it meant she had to hide in a closet at the auction house for hours to give them safe access. No. She would have gone to the police before the crime. Her self-respect, not to mention the claustrophobia, make her involvement unthinkable, and the movie ultimately disappointing.

The first thing I noticed was the music, the very same as in DEER HUNTER, of course the composer is the very same. Second, is that Samantha Eggar and David Hemmings are totally, entirely in their place in this movie which seemed to have been made for them. Samantha Eggar had more or less the same kind of character in THE COLLECTOR, where she had to co star Terry Stamp, remember? Of course it was a total different story, but the same kind of poor naive and victim female. So, this crime romance drama is pretty cute, very British indeed, and convincing acting helps much to keep you glued to it. Could have been far far worse.

Curtailing evil, criminal intentions, a dashing young man, Leigh, seduces and persuades the dreary, moderate polio victim Deborah Dainton into falling in love with him. Deborah leads a neatly organized life, and is obligated to see it being reduced to shreds when she discovers her boyfriend is part of a gang who intends to rob the auction house in which she works in. That's when Deborah has to come to grips with the fact that Leigh may have maintained a relationship with her solely for the benefit of the heist.

This is an utterly unforgettable study on bitterness, hope and disappointment. We get to witness the magnificence of Eggar's performance as her character slowly discovers what Leigh - David Hemmings - truly had in mind when they began living together. And how Eggar manages to show that her bad leg does not stop her from being as tricky - if not trickier - than the good for nothing Leigh.

'The Walking Stick' is an emotionally-charged melodrama that does not appeal to tacky tearjerker clichés. Everything is beautifully executed in a low-key, calm and yet gut-wrenchingly real manner, with an emotionally disarming ending that will leave you sobbing.