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Another set of variations on the favourite Hitchcock themes of women, sex, violence and repression.
Do not be fooled: fundamentally, this is not the light comedy' it appears on the surface to be. (There are one or two excellent comic sequences - Robert's interview with his feeble lawyer, afraid of contradicting police evidence; and the young cousin's birthday party. )
But beneath the surface lies the potential tragedy that may result from the choices thrust by fate on the girl.
Erica, at the start of the film, is painfully alone. In particular, horribly bereft of female support. Where, to start with, is her mother? (One hopes not dead - perhaps she is abroad, chasing boys' of her own.) How long has Erica managed without her (or some credible substitute)?
Neither, seemingly, has she a sister, or a best friend. We see a housekeeper serving lunch, but there is no sign of the maternal warmth of a Jean Cadell in the 1938 Pygmalion', for instance. (A film where the heroine starts with no mother and ends up, in effect, with two!)
The portrait of her family, seated round the dining-table, places Erica as Matron of a third-rate boys' boarding school: her brothers are pleasant enough, and - after her capture by the police - are seen trying to offer her encouragement. But one couldn't expect them to be able to support her in her emotional travails. (In fact, she rather seems to rebuff their overtures.)
And her father is more like a grandfather in age and apparent attitude. We see evidence towards the beginning, and again at the end, of the film of their mutual affection. He is clearly far from authoritarian - he lets her drive around the countryside in an old banger' that might die on her in the middle of nowhere; and he has no qualms in principle about her dating - without a chaperone, either! But one feels he would balk at providing romantic advice.
(None of her family appear to register that Erica has left the table (and the house) to take Robert some food - a rather chilling indifference.)
Not surprisingly, she seems at ease in ordinary male company (she'd have had enough practice, given her father's career to date): she gives as good as she gets in Robert's fainting scene in the police station, and again at the carmen's shelter' Tom's Hat.
But romance, if that's the word, is a different matter. Hitchcock casts much doubt on Robert's intentions' and suitability: the various accounts of his relationship with the victim that he gives to the police, and then to Erica, are pretty fishy. His judgement appears warped on several occasions (as when he tells the police sergeant on the beach not to be silly!). And he seems to be a washout as a provider.
Most tellingly, he is almost twice Erica's age. His youthful features and rather adolescent behaviour only serve to emphasise this difference. He is neither Young' nor Innocent', and there is no one around to point this out to her. (The fact he is innocent of the murder doesn't mean there aren't other things he's not so innocent of.)
And, at the end of the film, when his clear paternal duty is to put a brake (at the very least) on the Erica-Robert romance, her father seems happy to shake his hand, almost as if welcoming him into the family. (Even without the murder, the difference in ages alone would have urged great caution.)
As one murder is solved, it seems another is being set up: one story of Robert's after another fails to find a buyer, more (and cruder) pressure on Erica to press her father for money, accusations of disloyalty (You'd ask him if you really loved me', etc). Perhaps her sexual inexperience would lead him to seek lovers - with whom thoughts would naturally turn to collecting on Erica's life insurance!
In his English thriller series', Hitchcock had already presented marriage as tragedy ending in violence (the crofter's wife in 39 Steps'). There, the scene of violence is shown but only up to the striking of the first blow (off-screen): in Young and Innocent', hes more indirect, merely setting up a situation which might well lead to violence.
The unevenness of the film, and of the performances of the two leads, only make it more disturbing: the absurdly theatrical opening sequence, for instance, with the homicidal husband shouting as if to be heard at the back of the stalls (his telltale twitch is equally exaggerated); and the crassly absurd crime story (neither the police case nor Robert's hold up under two minutes' scrutiny).
Pilbeam (Hitchcock's Great White Hope at the time, but soon after unceremoniously dumped) is only fitfully sympathetic. She is passable in comic scenes, but tends to self-parody when things get emotional: her terribly...terribly tired' in the car hidden behind the freight train is embarrassing. But that embarrassment only adds to the sense of the girl's innocence' (or unworldliness', perhaps), and thus serves the film indirectly.
Lastly, there's the Towser question. I don't think we ever see her pet actually being petted by her. Or talked to. Even before she gets involved in the manhunt. (Robert redeems himself somewhat by taking the dog on his lap in the car and stroking it from time to time.)
This despite the sterling work he does in alerting her in the old mill to the approaching police, and nosing out the raincoat several layers down on the tramp.
Though he appears to escape from the land-slip in the old mine workings, she seems to forget him thereafter.
Even more bizarrely, Towser seems equally indifferent to her. It's as if she's so emotionally frigid that she repels even the instinctive affection of a dog, poor girl!
All in all, a film well worth critical and repeated viewing.
Another set of variations on the favourite Hitchcock themes of women, sex, violence and repression.
Do not be fooled: fundamentally, this is not the light comedy' it appears on the surface to be. (There are one or two excellent comic sequences - Robert's interview with his feeble lawyer, afraid of contradicting police evidence; and the young cousin's birthday party. )
But beneath the surface lies the potential tragedy that may result from the choices thrust by fate on the girl.
Erica, at the start of the film, is painfully alone. In particular, horribly bereft of female support. Where, to start with, is her mother? (One hopes not dead - perhaps she is abroad, chasing boys' of her own.) How long has Erica managed without her (or some credible substitute)?
Neither, seemingly, has she a sister, or a best friend. We see a housekeeper serving lunch, but there is no sign of the maternal warmth of a Jean Cadell in the 1938 Pygmalion', for instance. (A film where the heroine starts with no mother and ends up, in effect, with two!)
The portrait of her family, seated round the dining-table, places Erica as Matron of a third-rate boys' boarding school: her brothers are pleasant enough, and - after her capture by the police - are seen trying to offer her encouragement. But one couldn't expect them to be able to support her in her emotional travails. (In fact, she rather seems to rebuff their overtures.)
And her father is more like a grandfather in age and apparent attitude. We see evidence towards the beginning, and again at the end, of the film of their mutual affection. He is clearly far from authoritarian - he lets her drive around the countryside in an old banger' that might die on her in the middle of nowhere; and he has no qualms in principle about her dating - without a chaperone, either! But one feels he would balk at providing romantic advice.
(None of her family appear to register that Erica has left the table (and the house) to take Robert some food - a rather chilling indifference.)
Not surprisingly, she seems at ease in ordinary male company (she'd have had enough practice, given her father's career to date): she gives as good as she gets in Robert's fainting scene in the police station, and again at the carmen's shelter' Tom's Hat.
But romance, if that's the word, is a different matter. Hitchcock casts much doubt on Robert's intentions' and suitability: the various accounts of his relationship with the victim that he gives to the police, and then to Erica, are pretty fishy. His judgement appears warped on several occasions (as when he tells the police sergeant on the beach not to be silly!). And he seems to be a washout as a provider.
Most tellingly, he is almost twice Erica's age. His youthful features and rather adolescent behaviour only serve to emphasise this difference. He is neither Young' nor Innocent', and there is no one around to point this out to her. (The fact he is innocent of the murder doesn't mean there aren't other things he's not so innocent of.)
And, at the end of the film, when his clear paternal duty is to put a brake (at the very least) on the Erica-Robert romance, her father seems happy to shake his hand, almost as if welcoming him into the family. (Even without the murder, the difference in ages alone would have urged great caution.)
As one murder is solved, it seems another is being set up: one story of Robert's after another fails to find a buyer, more (and cruder) pressure on Erica to press her father for money, accusations of disloyalty (You'd ask him if you really loved me', etc). Perhaps her sexual inexperience would lead him to seek lovers - with whom thoughts would naturally turn to collecting on Erica's life insurance!
In his English thriller series', Hitchcock had already presented marriage as tragedy ending in violence (the crofter's wife in 39 Steps'). There, the scene of violence is shown but only up to the striking of the first blow (off-screen): in Young and Innocent', hes more indirect, merely setting up a situation which might well lead to violence.
The unevenness of the film, and of the performances of the two leads, only make it more disturbing: the absurdly theatrical opening sequence, for instance, with the homicidal husband shouting as if to be heard at the back of the stalls (his telltale twitch is equally exaggerated); and the crassly absurd crime story (neither the police case nor Robert's hold up under two minutes' scrutiny).
Pilbeam (Hitchcock's Great White Hope at the time, but soon after unceremoniously dumped) is only fitfully sympathetic. She is passable in comic scenes, but tends to self-parody when things get emotional: her terribly...terribly tired' in the car hidden behind the freight train is embarrassing. But that embarrassment only adds to the sense of the girl's innocence' (or unworldliness', perhaps), and thus serves the film indirectly.
Lastly, there's the Towser question. I don't think we ever see her pet actually being petted by her. Or talked to. Even before she gets involved in the manhunt. (Robert redeems himself somewhat by taking the dog on his lap in the car and stroking it from time to time.)
This despite the sterling work he does in alerting her in the old mill to the approaching police, and nosing out the raincoat several layers down on the tramp.
Though he appears to escape from the land-slip in the old mine workings, she seems to forget him thereafter.
Even more bizarrely, Towser seems equally indifferent to her. It's as if she's so emotionally frigid that she repels even the instinctive affection of a dog, poor girl!
All in all, a film well worth critical and repeated viewing.
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