Tam Lin

One should be a fan of British cinema, retro pop culture, fantasy/folklore, and personal auteur-ship for maximum enjoyment of this likable but format-challenged film from the late 1960's/early 70's. I sure am, and as such quite savored this cinematic retelling of the Tam Lin ballad.

It's sufficiently enjoyable that I immediately transferred the VHS tape to DVD for future viewings. One suspects it had been slated for same, what with its 17 minute director's introduction, but remained lost in the ether of Republic Pictures' post-demise assorted distribution deals. One further suspects that its release under of aegis of an Ava Gardner tribute series was the ticket for its seeing light of day at all post theatrical debut. It's been written that Roddy McDowell lost control of this, his only directed film, with it subsequently languishing in drive-ins of the 1970's under such noms-du-exploitation as "The Devil's Widow!" As McDowell's sole direction job, this is a movie one ever so wants to be as good as Charles Laughton's similar solo effort "Night of the Hunter," which it isn't and cannot be, as few films can match "Hunter's" expert, mannerist weirdness. McDowell's is a B+ to Laughton's A+. What is it does share is the quirkiness of a singular vision, seeming unlike anything else of its respective era while still conforming to mainstream requisites, and the retelling of a dreamy but occasionally frightening fairy tale in modern clothes, with assorted decidedly odd touches. A true loss to cinema that both actors never directed another film.

Simply put, it's the ballad of Tam Lin (its original title in fact) retold with late '60's characters, and peopled with a cast of still working, familiar British names like Ian McShane (representing the titular captured knight Tam Lin,) Joanna Lumley and Stephanie Beacham (the Hammer horror ingénue, here as the ballad's Janet) with both Cyril and Sinead Cusack in tow. Gardner as the controlling "Faerie Queen" seems an apt focus of the swirling debaucheries and cruelties rationalized as group activity fun. This, strangely, isn't so much part of the fantasy as modern viewers might conclude: some of us who were adolescents in the '60's remember the genuine, wealthy older types lending their mansions to us young'uns in order to share in the decadent fun, whether vicariously or actively.

In "Tam Lin" you'll find a little seen but quite good updated fairy story, plus amusing music from jazz to the Pentangle, great costuming, retro period fun, gorgeous Scottish border scenery and an always great to watch cast. Time for whoever owns Republic's split assets this week to fund that DVD release.

The story of Tam Lin is as old as the hills... and the folk song it's taken from. Immeasurably wealthy mature lady fills her days with the young and carefree. Their attitudes sustain her lifestyle and keep her feeling young. Until she falls in love with and becomes infatuated with one of the young men in her entourage. Now, her age wheedles its way into her mind and thoughts, how can this young man love this old decrepit woman?

Slowly a wedge is driven between them. Unfortunately for her, the man finds a fresh love for his affections and impregnates her. Sick with rage and twisted with jealous love, the woman vows to take her murderous revenge on the man.

This is an excellent story and the writer, William Spier, did well converting the Scottish folk song. He structures most of the tale around the love story. It's not until we've passed halfway that the story takes a darker turn. It would have been nice to have a few darker elements throughout the tale, just to add a slight unease and interest. Above all, this woman's an alleged witch. Spier largely overlooks this element of the song. Instead of bewitching the man with a spell, it's the cash status that holds her followers close to her. For me, it was a missed opportunity to improve the story.

One of the key reasons I sought this film was Roddy McDowell directing. Whenever I see his name listed in any movie credits, I have to take a peek. I've always loved him as an actor, especially in the "Ape" movies and "The Legend of Hell House". So, is his directing up to scratch with his acting?

No.

That's not to say he's a bad director. Far from it. I enjoyed this film, and McDowell shows he's not afraid to take risks. He has a brilliant eye for composition and when you see how he frames the castle, you'll want to move in. However, he tries a risky stills sequence between Tom Lynn (Ian McShane) and Janet Ashley (Stephanie Beacham). He uses this method to show and reflect the couples feelings and reactions between one another on this fateful meeting. It works to a certain degree. Regrettably, this composition suffers from too many unchanging stills of both McShane and Beacham. This dilutes the power of the sequence and diminishes the viewers' attention. Neither is good for a film.

There are only a handful of similar sections, so it's not too disastrous. McDowell at least shows initiative and imagination, which is always a wonderful thing. I wish more filmmakers possessed this trait. It would greatly improve some of the dross being churned out.

More variations in tempo would be nice. McDowell strolls the telling of the tale onto film. A few scenes would benefit from a faster pace to add excitement and tension. Some required a slower speed to build up anxiety and the expectancy of "what'll happen next(?)"

The cast is superb and full of well-known names and faces. Still, a lot of them are under-used: Richard Wattis' character, Elroy, needed more meat on his bones; as did Cyril Cusack's Vicar Julian Ainsley; Joanna Lumley as Georgia only has a couple of lines; Madeline Smith as Sue gets to say a few more words; and poor Jenny Hanley stays silent as Caroline.

McShane and Beacham are okay in their performances. They're nothing special and their characters often appear wan and insubstantial. However, like the actors and actresses above, these personas required fattening up. McShane and Beacham aren't at fault here. The writer needed to enhance the core elements of their personas and relationship better. Even McDowell could have developed them a little more through his direction.

"Tam Lynn" belongs to Ava Gardner. She's marvellous as the resentful Michaela Cazaret. and exudes desire and vitality in every scene. Cazaret's extreme wealth makes it easy for her to buy anything her appetite requires - even love and devotion. This woman owns everything and everyone in her presence. Gardner portrays this woman's insatiable cravings excellently. She uses every nuance to strengthen her character's persona. You can even see Cazaret's venom bubbling under her skin; waiting for some poor sod to cross her. You don't want to upset Cazaret.

This is a well filmed and told story that I would recommend to anybody who likes drama over their tales of the supernatural. The horror elements are there, just... look hard and you may find them. "Tam Lin" is worth one watch at least. It's not a bad way to waste an hour and a half...

... Oh, and I need to point out the soundtrack by Pentangle. It is awesomely cool. And is well worth a listen, in itself, especially if you like soul.

Ratings: Story 1 : Direction 1.25 : Pace 1 : Acting 1.5 : Enjoyment 1.25 Total 6 out of 10

Sprint on over to my Dramatisation Of Life and Absolute Horror and Killer Thriller Chiller lists to see where this witch landed her broomstick in my ratings.

Take Care and Stay Well.

Groovy! Roddy McDowell took the ancient fairy tale of TAM LIN -- a young knight captured by an evil witch, then saved by a fair damsel -- and turned it into a very demure slice of psychedelic romance. The daring camera angles and bizarre soundtrack make the movie work most of the time, but now and then the weird factor just turns funny.

Ava Gardner, well over forty, plays the "immortal" Mrs. Cazaret. She's still an attractive lady, sort of, but not enough to be "hypnotic" and "irresistable." Between her and the young man she's entrancing, there is not a trace of attraction or chemistry. The scenes between the young man and his fair young maid are a bit better, but still lacking a certain natural sexual punch.

The problem is, there are about a dozen gorgeous extras lounging around in most of the scenes, including a couple of famous faces. Watch for a luscious young Sinead Cusack and an even sexier young Joanna Lumley, both decked out in scrumptious Carnaby Street finery and looking ever so fresh and primly desirable. The movie would have worked much, much better if these two had had a larger part. Mrs. Cazaret should have used them to keep her young man satisfied. It's so easy to visualize him rising from her bed, seeing how tired and blowzy she looks in the morning light, and heading for the door -- only to be headed off by Sinead Cusack and Joanna Lumley. The two of them ask him to do something quite innocent and sweet -- like have some breakfast, or go for a walk in the garden. But as they ask, they also rub against him, licking his neck and purring into his ear, and before long he's forgotten all about escaping from Mrs. Cazaret!

It's an enticing premise. The filming locations are gorgeous, and the production design and art direction are lovely. The costume design, and hair and makeup, are quite fetching. Billy Williams' cinematography is outstanding; all the music in the film is charming and easy on the ears, and the subtle ways that the primary song varies over time is unexpectedly smart. All this is well and good. On the other hand, William Spier's script is filled too much with blithe rubbish of too little actual substance - pretty much the whole first half - and dialogue that often ranges from peculiar to dubious. Between Roddy McDowell's direction and John Victor-Smith's editing, I don't know which inspires greater skepticism. I assume it's owing to McDowell's direction that the acting similarly inspires a quizzical "What," but whatever the case may be, I routinely found myself asking what the cast is doing in a moment, and wondering if this isn't the worst thing they've ever done. Only occasionally does it seem like a performance is striking an appropriate chord.

'Tam Lin' does, in fact, fit within the category of "folk horror." The concept is derived from a folk tale, and brushes against earnest ideas of horror; the supremely understated tenor of the film is in keeping not just with modern folk horror like 'Midsommar' or 'Lamb,' but 1973's 'The wicker man,' which pointedly turns the wider genre on its head and initially presents with a peaceful, congenial facade. Once the feature arrives at the real thrust of the narrative we can see what terrific intelligence Spier put into his screenplay after all. The problem is that it takes an unusually long time to feel like the movie is starting to do anything more than spin its wheels, and all the while and even in the latter half, plot development is too often weak and questionable. This is extraordinarily bad at communicating its ideas.

I should note that it took me two attempts to watch this; in the first instance, I fell asleep in the first half and didn't see the purpose in continuing. Now that I've made the point of watching in full, I'm pleased to say that McDowell's lone directorial effort is kind of enjoyable after all. I see its value, most surely, and at length it deserves its genre labels. The fact remains that this is a title that makes viewers work for their entertainment - partly because it's awkwardly languid in its storytelling, even at its climax, and honestly longer than it should have been; partly because the construction is too often meager and unconvincing. Is it Spier's fault? Is it McDowell's? I'm not sure. Ultimately I can say that I do like 'Tam Lin,' much more than I expected to, and I think it's worth watching. For all its deficiencies, however, it's a picture that's surely recommendable only to the most patient and open-minded of viewers. This is the opposite of instant gratification, and while it does show its strength at long last, I can't for one moment blame those who try to earnestly engage with this film and can't bear it. Do watch this movie, but watch with recognition of how, exactly, it's constructed.

I saw this film for the first time last night and loved it! After reading so many mixed or out- right negative reviews of it over the years, I was truly surprised by how much I enjoyed it, how well it was made, how well the Tam Lin legend was updated to a relatively contemporary setting, and, ultimately, how enthralled I was by Gardner's Fairy Queen.

I have to admit the first 15-20 minutes or so did take some work. Not that they were poorly spent minutes, but adjusting to the 1970s milieu of swinging London took some time, though it was great fun watching a very young Joanna Lumley in a film that somewhat prophesied her role as Patsy Stone on ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS.

Now that I've seen this, I wish Roddy had made more films. This is how I like my spooky fairy tales told. May be it all comes down to you're either on the SHREK bus or the TAM LIN bus. I'm definitely taking another ride on the latter.