Director: Peter Ustinov
Screenplay: Peter Ustinov from novel by F. Anstey
Cinematography: Jack Hildyard; Editing: John D. Guthridge; Production Design: Carmen Dillon; Costumes: Nadia Benois; Score: Antony Hopkins
Stars: Roger Livesey (Paul Bultitude), Kay Walsh (Fanny Verlayne), Anthony Newley (Dick Bultitude), Petula Clark (Dulcie Grimstone), Hugh Dempster (Colonel Ambrose), David Hutcheson (Marmaduke Paradine), James Robertson Justice (Dr. Grimstone), Robert Eddison (Mr. Blinkhorn), Patricia Raine (Alice), Joan Young (Mrs. Grimstone), Ernest Jay (Bowler)
Rather obscure (at least in America), post-war English comedy, directed and adapted by Peter Ustinov no less, was already the third screen version of the venerable 1882 Victorian novel by Thomas Anstey Guthrie, writing under the pseudonym “F. Anstey,” which clearly served as basis for Disney’s later Freaky Friday, and all the endless knockoffs it’s inspired. But who’d have thought it went back as far as this!
Story has father Roger Livesey switching bodies with young son Anthony Newley, thanks to a cursed Indian artifact. As expected, each finds life not as green on the other side of the fence as he’d imagined. Film would itself be remade, Americanized (one might say bastardized), under its original title, with Fred Savage and Judge Reinhold, in 1988. Yet the original movie is not even listed among the titles found in The British Film Collection 1896-1984 by Patricia Warren. It’s enjoyable twaddle, though like most pompous, self-important, British comedies of the period, it prattles on a twee too long. There’s even a lengthy prologue, epilogue and preamble to the story proper! Yet it gives Livesey another chance to wear convincing old age makeup, while playing off his popular Col. Blimp persona. Much younger than his characters, the actor always seemed a kid at heart. But considering he’s the nominal lead, he has less to do here than one would hope. Large chunks of the film are instead given over to Newley’s antics, or perhaps they just stick more vividly in the mind because they’re funnier. Unlike later, masterly, body switch comedies concerning displaced spirits, like, I dunno, Face/Off, the two leads don’t really appropriate one another’s discernible characteristics or body tics here. Which is a tad disappointing. And confusing when we need to be kept apprised of who’s supposed to be who.
Livesey is fun in his adult body, living out every kid’s fantasy of being answerable to no one, stuffing himself with candy, choking on his first cigar, and sleeping whenever he wants. But a very young Newley, in his film debut (he also appeared as the Artful Dodger, in David Lean’s classic version of Oliver Twist this same year), is actually more amusing as the imperious boarding school snitch, who keeps encouraging the stuffy head to be unduly strict and castigatory in his execution of the traditional, punitive, Victorian education.
Convinced he’s above the fray, he considers himself superior to the immature behavior of his classmates which lead them into troubles. So it’s fun to watch the tables turn on him, as he rediscovers the rank indignities of being a powerless child in an adult world, bullied about by everyone without any say so, which doesn’t at all accord with his rose-colored memories of his idealized, lost youth. The scenes of the rowdy, privileged prep schoolers causing general mayhem in the park, accosting a horse-drawn carriage as if it were a Wild West stagecoach, while whooping about in their war paint, are a caution.Interestingly, the reverse Oedipal curse placed upon father and son, when they hold the stone stolen from the eye of an enormous Hindu god, is depicted as retribution for imperialist Britain’s pillory and purloining of East Indian artifacts, and their disregard for the country’s traditional customs and practices. The movie was made in the late 40s, when India was getting its independence from British rule.And this curse is clearly meant to be seen as judgement on the Raj, with the worshippers from the temple where the stone was stolen, shown rejoicing as the curse begins to take hold. Freakiest scene has Livesey slowly shrinking and transforming before his startled son’s eyes. It’s as unexpectedly horrifying as that passage in Pinocchio, where the bad boys were turned into donkeys.With Kay Walsh as Livesey’s scheming, actress paramour, James Robertson Justice as the cane wielding headmaster, kept constantly flustered and suspicious of the newly matured Newley, determined to bring him down a peg, Petula Clark as the headmaster’s pert daughter, driven to Ophelia heights by Newley’s newfound indifference, and a monocled David Hutcheson, whose unwavering in his determination to duel with Livesey, his rival for Walsh’s attentions.Ustinov’s direction is generally flat, but there’s amusing period detail, with the titles placed on screen (some upside down), like early, Nickelodeon glass slides, and herky-jerky horseless carriages with their explosively combustible engines streaming chemtrails of smoke, as they lurch along their way. Oddly, despite film’s Father of the Bride-like beginning and ending, we’re never shown the adult Newley on his wedding day, which sort of leaves one hanging, since we know precisely what Newley really looked like when he grew up, and it would be interesting to compare the difference.