Film Review
Seductive yet softly repellent,
The Servant deserves its reputation
as one of the most dazzling and disturbing films of the 1960s. A landmark
in British cinema, it is one of the few films made in Britain in this decade
that can be said to belong unequivocally to the New Wave cinema movement
that had revolutionised European cinema at the time. Stylistically
and thematically, it fits easily alongside other notable European modernist
film masterpieces of the early 1960s - most notably Alain Resnais's
L'Année dernière
à Marienbad (1961), Michelangelo Antonioni's
L'Avventura (1960) and Luis Buñuel's
The Exterminating Angel (1962)
- but it has its own distinctive, demonically deranged character that sets
it apart from just about any other film of its era and makes it now appear
genuinely timeless. Adapted by Harold Pinter (arguably Britain's most
important playwright since Shakespeare) from a fairly inconsequential novella
of the same title by Robin Maugham (first published in 1948),
The Servant
offers both a scathing critique of Britain's entrenched class system and
a truly unsettling depiction of the malleability of the human psyche.
In the latter respect, the film has much in common with Ingmar Bergman's
Persona (1966), both dealing with
the chilling idea of a complete identity swap, in a way that is both beguiling
and utterly nightmarish to watch.
This was a defining work for Pinter, marking the beginning of his remarkable
collaboration with the immensely talented American film director Joseph Losey.
Unable to find work in his home country after being placed on the Hollywood
blacklist because of his close links with the Communist Party, Losey was
compelled to move to Europe in the early 1950s, settling in Britain to direct
some of his most daring and acclaimed works. Losey and Pinter made
three stunning films together -
Accident (1967) and
The Go-Between (1971) followed
The Servant - and would have gone on to complete a fourth (inspired
by Marcel Proust's
À la recherche du temps perdu) if the director
had lived a few years longer. More than anything, it was the Brechtian
influence on their work and their shared politics that allowed Losey and
Pinter to forge such an effective partnership. The very quality that
makes Pinter's idiosyncratic plays so menacing - the controlled yet seemingly
natural suppression of exposition and character intent - works well with
Losey's cool, baroque style, particularly in
The Servant, where just
about everything of interest takes place beneath the surface and so much
is left to the viewer to interpret as he or she chooses. Watching
The
Servant is a profoundly discombobulating experience because it is a work
that revels in its teasing ambiguity, yet it soon becomes unimaginably compelling
once it has gained your interest.
The film owes much if its sinister aura to the inspired casting of Dirk Bogarde
in the principal role. This was the third of six films that the iconic
actor made with Losey, others including
The Sleeping Tiger (1954),
King and Country (1964) and
The Fixer (1968). When Losey
originally intended to make
The Servant in the mid-1950s, it was Bogarde
he considered for the part of the younger lead character, Tony. This
would have been a terrible mistake as Bogarde was so perfectly suited to
play the role of the slightly older character, the manservant Barrett, almost
a decade on. By this time, Bogarde had grown to despise the polished
matinee idol image that his producers had foisted on him in his early career
and was desperate to create a new image that was nearer to the angry, disillusioned,
middle-aged man he had become.
The highly controversial film
Victim
(1961) had given Bogarde a heaven-sent opportunity to re-invent himself,
instantly alienating himself from his adoring fans with his sombrely introspective
portrayal of a man living in dread of being exposed as a homosexual.
Although it was not known to the public at the time, the film was remarkably
close to reality, since Dirk Bogarde was a gay man in real life and lived
in perpetual fear of his homosexuality becoming public knowledge. At
the time, the homosexual act between men was a criminal offence and almost
invariably resulted in a lengthy prison sentence for the 'perpetrators'.
(In the case of the pioneering computer scientist Alan Turing the punishment
was an enforced programme of chemical castration which may have been a contributing
factor in his suicide). Homosexuality was not fully decriminalised
in the UK until July 1967.
The Servant was a crucial film for Bogarde, allowing him to complete
his spectacular metamorphosis and paving the way for the many great roles
that would take up the larger part of the rest of his acting career.
As the smooth but ineffably creepy manservant Barrett inexorably alters his
outward form - from obsequious model gentleman's gentleman to mischievous
housemate and then sadistic puppeteer - so Bogarde's screen persona shifts
ever more into the dark shadows of human malevolence. Dirk Bogarde
has given so many remarkable performances that it is hard to single out one
as being especially impactful, but his faultless turn in
The Servant
is surely among his best - he is absolutely mesmerising from start to finish,
yet also spine-chillingly sinister and, at times, weirdly camp. There
is a grotesquely satanic aspect to Bogarde's appearance at the end of the
film that is unmistakably the stuff of nightmares.
In his first important screen role, James Fox is just as well-suited for
the part of Tony, the rich young idler whose place Barrett appears determined
to usurp (in a way that is more than vaguely reminiscent of what we find
in Patricia Highsmith's
The Talented Mr Ripley, particularly the 1960
screen adaptation
Plein soleil
by René Clément). Fox's effete, lethargic, almost completely
washed out Tony makes a startling contrast with Bogarde's solid, domineering
presence as the impeccable manservant. When the latter inveigles his
way into the former's household and starts gaining the upper-hand it is hard
not to be reminded of Dracula's conquest of the unfortunate Lucy Westenra
in Bram Stoker's famous Gothic novel. (At one point in the film, Tony
even describes Barrett as 'a vampire on his Sundays off'.) The
early scene in which Barrett introduces himself to his future employer readily
calls to mind Mephistopheles's first encounter with Faust, and once this
has registered it is hard not to see the Faustian parallels as Tony is propelled
towards his own private hell, to end up totally drained of his vitality whilst
Barrett revels in his triumph over the weaker man.
The opposing natures of Tony and Barrett are effectively mirrored by their
female counterparts Susan and Vera, beautifully played by Sarah Miles and
Wendy Craig. Miles's highly sensual Vera - Barrett's supposed sister,
later revealed to be his lover - has a similar class-crossing goal to the
manservant, but she uses the age-old technique of female seduction rather
than indulging in cunning mind games to bring her master to heel. The
similarity of Barrett and Vera is striking, but even more so is that of Susan
and Tony, who in some shots really do look as if they are brother and sister.
This adds to the impression that there is something profoundly wrong about
the latter couple's lukewarm love affair, a feeling that is no doubt stronger
for anyone who has seen Jean-Pierre Melville's
Les Enfants terribles
(1950), which
The Servant curiously makes contact with in a few scenes.
In stark contrast to Vera's earthily sensual femme fatale, Susan is a primly
respectable society bitch obsessed with order
and propriety, contemptuous of the lower classes and a natural enemy for
Barrett. Susan's coldly Teutonic physical resemblance to Tony is repeatedly
emphasised and carries with it the suggestion that Tony may be a closet homosexual
- an impression that acquires ever greater substance as the character falls
increasingly under the malignant power of his manservant.
The first concrete intimation of Tony's homosexual feelings for Barrett comes
in the scene in which Tony returns home one evening to discover his manservant
in his bed with Vera. The strikingly artful shot in which a shadow
of Barrett's naked body is projected onto the wall between Tony and Susan
conveys more than a suggestion of the younger man's lustful designs on his
servant. Tony's forced show of revulsion that Barrett and Vera are
carrying on an incestuous affair is obviously an attempt to deflect from
the truth - a deeply felt sense of betrayal. When Tony and Barrett
subsequently meet up in a pub after the latter's justified dismissal the
reconciliation looks like something straight out of a trite 1950s melodrama,
with Barrett playing the part of the repentant wife begging her husband to
take her back after some foolish indiscretion. This is immediately
followed by
The Servant's most bizarre scene, a brazen kitchen sink
parody with Tony and Barrett now apparently living together like a jaded
middle-aged couple, constantly berating each other about the squalor of their
surroundings and the cost of living. (There is an additional irony
to this scene, as Bogarde was living with a man named Tony in real life -
his manager and life companion Tony Forwood.)
When the two women are finally out of the picture (Vera rejected by Barrett,
Susan visibly offended by Tony's infidelity), the homoerotic tension between
the two male characters is hard to miss and it isn't long before they end
up looking like a stereotypical gay couple. At the same time, it is
all too easy to see the class conflict being played out as Tony gradually
cedes his class superiority to his working class underling. The friendly
ball game the two men play on the stairs, acting like a pair of infantilised
college pals, soon becomes pointlessly aggressive. 'I'm nobody's servant,'
Barrett bratishly bellows having gained the upper hand. 'I don't know
what I'd do without you,' Tony meekly retorts, revealing his now total dependency
on a man who has him exactly where he wants him.
The implicit homosexual character of the relationship is underlined when,
in an unexpected respite, Barrett and Tony admit to a shared feeling of being
like 'old pals', something that neither has experienced since being in the
army. In case you missed it, the point is reiterated during the creepy
hide-and-seek sequence, during which Barrett calls out to Tony in a tone
of taunting malevolence: 'You've - got - a - guilty - secret... that
- you'll - be - caught...' The look of terror on the younger man's
face when he hears this shows far more than the expression of someone indulging
in a harmless bit of fun. Barrett has reached into his soul and ripped
out the truth. From this point on in the film, Tony is nothing more
than a lifeless puppet, so crushed by shame that he can scarcely drag himself
on to his feet. Barrett's victory is complete, the full extent of his
malignancy revealed in the way he claims the house as his own, hosting orgiastic
parties whilst an inebriated and deflated Tony bobs about in the background,
like a harmless unwanted pet. Tony's progressive humiliation is punctuated
by the recurring motif of a love ballad ('All Gone') sung, in various subtly
different styles, by Cleo Laine. On the song's first rendition, it
provides a suitably romantic accompaniment to Tony and Susan's tender embrace.
Subsequently, it becomes ever more mournful and ironic, so that when we hear
it for the final time at the end of the film it appears cruelly mocking.
Fox and Bogarde both won BAFTAs for their performances in
The Servant
- and deservedly so. There is scarcely a scene in the film in which
either actor fails to be completely mesmerising. The third BAFTA the
film picked up went to its renowned cinematographer Douglas Slocombe, who
deserves as much credit as both Losey and Pinter for his artistic input into
this singular work. There is probably no British film made in black
and white that is as visually stunning as this one, and this is almost entirely
down to Slocombe's imaginative flair in his use of lighting, deep focus photography
and camera positions to capture on screen the developing nature of the relationship
between Tony and Barrett as they both undergo a gradual inner transformation
which results in them switching their master-servant roles. Inspired
use of shadows, mirrors and skewed camera angles perfectly underscore the
dramatic shift in the power dynamics of the four principal characters as
they play out their intricate sadomasochistic game of domination and submission,
becoming trapped in a psychological labyrinth from which escape is impossible
(echoing Buñuel's 1962 surreal masterpiece).
The boldly expressionistic style is what gives the film its haunting dreamlike
quality, imbuing the unfolding warped battle of wills with a kind of film
noir-like inevitability that Barrett will ultimately achieve his victory
over Tony. And it is the utter completeness of the manservant's demonic
triumph that is perhaps the film's most chilling aspect, serving as a stark
and bitter symbol of the Communist dream of total victory of the proletariat
over the moneyed classes.
The Servant's purpose as a dark political
allegory is understandable, given Losey and Pinter's lifelong commitment
to leftwing politics, but there are many other ways in which the film can
be read. A modernist interpretation of the famous Faust legend, an
illustration of how Nietzsche's idea of the will to power can play out in
personal relationships, a remarkably insightful study on the fluidity of
human sexuality - these are all equally valid ways to regard the multi-faceted
lyrical oddity that is
The Servant as it lashes out and draws us under
its hypnotic spell. Whatever you make of the film, it will never let
you go. Like a lover whose embrace you cannot resist, it will draw
you back to it, and every time you watch it the sense of wonder and enchantment
can only grow.
© James Travers 2024
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