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Knocked out cheaply and quickly to cash in the youth culture and music of the day, Gonks Go Beat is by turn astonishing, excruciating and deathly dull.
In the not too distant future, Earth is split into two opposing factions, Hip, hairy, and cool Beat Land versus neat, tidy, crooner loving Ballad Isle. Every year they have a musical competition to decide who is best, with the judge being the subtly named Mr. A&R (Frank Thornton). Meanwhile the galactic overlords who rule over everything have for some reason decided to put an end to the squabbling, so send their worst agent, the ever bungling Wilco Roger (Kenneth Connor) to sort the situation out and bring the two sides together.
Having first about this many years ago, I was hoping for an unhinged lost classic, with a rip roaring sixties soundtrack, shoddy sets, a baffling plot, and genuine talents such as Connor, Thornton and Terry Scott degrading themselves, but the reality is a curate's egg. The songs play like promo videos, and music wise, Beat Land wins hands down, with the likes of Lulu, the Graham Bond Organisation (with Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker), leaving Ballad Isle with some insipid, coma inducing tripe.
The story is baffling, the characters unengaging, and the comedy is painful to watch, and having seen some of the things Connor and Scott appeared in, I know they can make the corniest of gags work, but this is beyond even their talents.
I was hoping for a British version of Plan 9 From Outer Space, at least in terms of jaw dropping weirdness, but it lacks the truly deranged vision and energy of Ed Wood's work, and what should be a brain rotting piece of fun soon becomes a slog. If you're a fan of 60s Beat / Blues music, it is worth a watch, but it has little to recommend for anyone else.
A Hard Day’s Night
is a film that rewrote the rules for how cinema and popular music work
together and 50 years on the energy, wit and sheer joy of the film are
undiminished. However, the template that it set was one that few if any
have worked to the same level since, including the director and stars.
The
loose plot simply follows a fictional day in the life of The Beatles
(John, Paul, George and Ringo all play fictional versions of
themselves), as they travel by train to London to perform on a TV show.
Along the way they are mobbed by fans, arrested by the police,
separated, reunited and introduced to Paul’s mysterious, trouble
causing, grandfather (played by Wilfrid Brambell of Steptoe fame)
Alun
Owen was brought in to put the script together, as the Beatles were
fans of his Liverpool based play No Trams to Lime Street, and, having
grown up in the area, he had an ear for Scouse
dialect and dialogue. While never meant to be anything other than
two-dimensional comic characters, the four Beatles that he creates each
have distinctive personalities, while also having a definite group
identity. It's almost a shame to think that much of this wonderful wordplay would have been
lost on the films initial Beatlemania audience, who would have been too busy screaming the house down.
Director
Richard Lester was born in the USA but moved to London in the 1950s,
working on commercials and TV shows, before making the 11-minute short The Running Jumping Standing Still film with Peter Sellers and Spike Milligan. The film became a firm favourite of the Beatles and led to Lester getting the job directing A Hard Day’s Night, and it is easy to see its influence on the innovative montage sequences of this film, with the sped up footage and radical idea of cutting the film to the rhythms of the music.
A less obvious influence is the French New Wave, which can be seen with
the handheld camera shots and use of real locations and people, as well
as a casual disregard for rules and the "proper" way of making a film.
The final element that makes this film so good is
The Beatles themselves. They are not trained actors, and some lines
fall flat, but generally they give a very good account of themselves. It
does not surprise me that musicians can sometimes make a go of acting, as they are still used to performing, and in some respects, playing a role on stage. Plus, there is their wonderful music, with no hint of psychedelia or the complex studio experiments that would follow later in their career, just breathless exuberant 2 minute pop classics.
A Hard Day's Nightis one link in a fairly long cultural chain,
one which spans a generation and an ocean. Lester clearly likes the
energy of American silent trailblazers like Buster Keaton, and surreal
invention of the Marx Brothers, the latter being a big influence on The
Goon Show, two members of which (Milligan and Sellers) Lester worked
with on The Running Jumping Standing Still film. The
Goon Show had a fanatical fan in the shape of one John Lennon, and he
would talk enthusiastically of the influence it had on both his work and
his outlook on life. And, let’s not forget that the Goons also influenced Monty Python, whose Life of Brian was rescued at the last minute with a large cheque from George Harrison.
Few groups or directors have managed to recreate the magic or energy of A Hard Day's Night, including Lester and the Beatles themselves. The following year they would team up again to make Help, but the end product feels lethargic and sloppy, straining too hard for laughs, with a general feeling of nobody caring as much this time around.