DARLING 1965

I’ve not had that extensive an exposure to British New Wave— that post-war cultural movement in theater, literature, and film that propelled the lives and concerns of working-class England to the fore and ushered in the 60s vogue for social realist/ kitchen sink dramas like Look Back in Anger (1956) and Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (1960) —but the few films I've seen have been distinguished by their decidedly testosterone-laden, male-centric point of view. So much so that the “Angry Young Men” label associated with these films is in most cases as likely a plot synopsis as genre signifier. 

The males are all a rebellious bunch, restless and tugging at the constraints of the British class system. The women, however, are portrayed as either fun-killing domestic drudges who stand as ball-and-chain obstacles to the hero’s independence, or sexually-available conquests whose troublesome biology (they would get pregnant at the most inconvenient times!) brands them potential anchors to a life of lower-class squalor.

The "Honeyglow" Girl
The ideal of the modern woman

Not to discount the film itself, but I loathed the passive roles played by Mary Ure and Claire Bloom in Look Back in Anger (Ure’s submissive doormat reminds me of nothing more than Wilma Flintstone as the browbeaten housewife in the teleplay, The Frogmouth). By contrast, I very much liked Simone Signoret’s worldly older-woman in Room at the Top (1959) and Rachel Roberts’ complex widow in This Sporting Life (1963); but for all of their dimensionality, neither character came to a particularly good end. It was doe-eyed Rita Tushingham in Tony Richardson’s marvelous A Taste of Honey (1961) who provided a welcome change-of-pace from all this masculine disagreeability shrouded in societal disillusionment. In my narrow experience Tushingham’s spirited Manchester teen was the lone, feminine voice of the genre until I happened upon John Schlesinger’s Billy Liar (1963) and that force of nature known as Julie Christie.

Christie’s role in the entirety of Billy Liar can’t amount to more than ten minutes of screen time, but as the easygoing, independent-minded Liz (so unlike the clingy, provincial, ready-to-wed other women in the film as to be another species of being), Julie Christie emerges the one you most remember. The frank simplicity of her performance coupled with her refreshingly open, guileless glamour proved to be something of a bellwether moment in the British New Wave and a turning point in the evolution of women in British cinema. The mid-60s reversal of England’s post-war economic decline signaled a gradual abandonment of tales of kitchen-sink-class oppression. Northern England’s working-class suburbs gave way to the burgeoning mod scene of London where social satire, consumerism, and youth-culture dominance took the place of traditional class rebellion.

Julie Christie as Diana Scott

Dirk Bogarde as Robert Gold

Laurence Harvey as Miles Brand

Roland Curram as Malcolm

Although the years have softened its bite somewhat, John Schlesinger’s Darling is a darkly comic, corrosive criticism of the swinging London jet set as embodied by its blithely self-centered, casually amoral, unrepentantly superficial heroine. Julie Christie’s Diana Scott is a London model possessing looks, self-confidence, charm, vivacity, ambition… in short, she personifies everything contemporary society deems worthwhile to possess. She’s everyone’s darling and, as the pop lifestyle magazines are quick to point out, the world is hers for the asking. Unfortunately, Diana’s outwardly appealing free-spirit independence is born of a rootless, restless dissatisfaction; a nagging internal deficiency her beauty and instinct for opportunistic survival conspire to help her to ignore. As the film ends, Diana, who is always looking out for herself, is left with herself.

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS FILM:

Perhaps because of all the macho bullying behind so much of it, I’ve never much warmed to the whole “Angry Young Man” genre. Angry Young Woman…now that’s another matter. Only two films come to mind: the above-mentioned A Taste of Honey; and the rarely-mentioned 1985 Meryl Streep drama, Plenty. A film that,  while not technically an example of the genre, is a wonderful female-centric perspective of post-war British disappointment.

There is no obvious Angry Young Woman in Darling, but there is something akin to rage at the center of what is eating at the never-satisfied-for-a-moment Diana. You see it in today’s films. Those romantic comedies where women are characterized by how much they shop and the label of the clothes on their backs. The films where the women are near perfect physical and intellectual specimens, yet their very "femaleness” is a weakness that dooms them to relationships with doofus schlubs like Seth Rogen. Those awful Sex and the City films where the over-privileged girlfriends can’t stop complaining for a moment to just count their blessings…it’s the same thing (Indeed, Diana Scott would fit right in with Carrie Bradshaw and her “I want it all” tribeswomen).

Sexual liberation yields little more than serial dissatisfaction

I don’t know about you, but when I see compulsive consumerism of the sort engaged in by women in today’s films as some sort of empowering birthright, I can’t help but feel there are some real hostilities and angers being repressed and swallowed up in this obsession with fashion. I can’t believe the battlefield of women’s liberation has become the local outlet store. 

What I like about Darling is how relentlessly it lampoons this culture we have fashioned for ourselves that sells people ideas of lifestyles rather than encourages us to live. Like a similar character played by Jacqueline Bisset in the 1969 film The Grasshopper, Christie’s Diana Scott has been led to believe that “liberation” is a complete lack of ties to anything. Even herself. As she flits from one dissatisfying situation to another, it never dawns on her that she has been sold a prepackaged, consumerist bill of goods as to what real freedom and happiness is. The chic trappings of the swinging lifestyle promoted by mod London are chiefly beneficial to the shopkeepers, stores, and businesses. For Diana, climbing the ladder of upward mobility ultimately offers her nothing more than increasingly sumptuous surroundings to feel desperately lonely in.

Having it All

PERFORMANCES:

I’m mad about everything in this film, but Darling is far from being the favorite film of many. Some find it dated, others complain of the satire being too heavy-handed; even the late john Schlesinger had stated in later years, “(Darling) seemed altogether too pleased with itself” and claimed his film was guilty of “epigrammatic dialog” that came off as self-consciously hip. What everyone unanimously agrees upon (even Schlesinger) is the star-making performance of Julie Christie; so natural a presence that the film takes on the feel of documentary whenever she’s onscreen. You can't take your eyes off of her.

I'm not sure which it is, but the career of briefly popular 60s British actress Judy Geeson (To Sir, With Love, Bersek) has been either plagued or helped by her uncanny resemblance to Julie Christie (r.)

An entire generation fell in love with Christie because of this film and it’s not hard to see why. In this her Oscar-winning role, Christie exhibits that appealingly straightforward quality that would characterize her entire career. She displays an incredible range and finds the humanity and humor in a character not exactly likeable. It’s always interesting when a smart actor plays a not-very-bright character. Christie doesn’t condescend in her portrayal of the shallow Diana. She conveys the character’s intellect in terms of a keen, almost animal awareness of knowing which way the wind is blowing and shifting her sights accordingly. Julie Christie is just a marvel here and endlessly resourceful in getting us to know more about a character who knows absolutely nothing about herself. 

It's difficult to think of Darling as being dated when Julie Christie as Diana Scott portrays the kind of talentless,self-promoting,arrogantly ignorant, opportunistic phony that so aptly describes any number of the Kardashians, Lohans, Snookies, and regional "housewives" of today.

THE STUFF OF FANTASY:

In films with lead actresses as talented and drop-dead gorgeous as Julie Christie, it's not uncommon for the male characters to fade into the background. Not so with Darling. In fact I can’t think of a film with a more solid, impressive, and eye-pleasing male cast. As a nice change of pace, the men in the cast are, by and large, more sensitive and emotionally needy than the heroine. Few actors have combined suave masculinity with vulnerable sensitivity as persuasively as Dirk Bogarde. As television reporter Robert Gold, Bogarde’s grounded sincerity (so easily read in his expressive eyes) casts a by-contrast harsh light on the frivolous affections of Christie’s Diana.

Diana (Christie) allows her vulnerabilities to show with her friend Malcolm (Roland Curran) 

Of course, the terrific Laurence Harvey (a delight in 1959s Expresso Bongo) makes for a rakishly reptilian—and surprisingly sexy—competitor for Diana’s affections, but Roland Curram in the role of Diana’s photographer friend, Malcolm, really made me sit up and take notice when I first saw Darling. For not only is the character of Malcolm funny, handsome, and a good friend, but Malcolm is that rare of rarities: a likeable, non-tragic, non-campy, unapologetically sexual, gay character. In a film made in 1965, no less! As the only genuinely decent character in the film, his scenes with Christie are refreshingly convivial and the only times her character ever appears to relax into herself.

Diana and her Gays
Darling was one of the earliest films to depict gay characters in a sympathetic light

Strangely, for a film with such a progressive attitude towards homosexuality, the closets were full to bursting on the set of Darling.  Matinee idol Dirk Bogarde was deeply closeted yet engaged in a brief fling with openly gay director John Schlesinger during the making of Darling (according to authorized Schlesinger biographer William J. Mann). Bogarde enjoyed a 40-year relationship with his agent, Tony Forwood, but invested considerable energy (throughout several autobiographies) in portraying himself publicly as a heterosexual. John Schlesinger harbored hopes that his friend, Roland Curram, might be inspired enough by his role in Darling to come out of the closet. Amused by his friend's presumption, Curram always insisted on his heterosexuality and went on to marry and later sire two children. In 1985, on the occasion of his divorce and ultimate coming out to his family and himself, Curram stated, “Of course, I told John later that he was right.”

Unfaithfully Yours - Diana's twin deceptions
Robert: "Your idea of fidelity is not having more than one man in bed at the same time"

  

THE STUFF OF DREAMS:

I first saw Darling in 1980, by which time you’d think the film’s satirical slant would have lost its edge. That at least would be expected. The scary (and sad) thing is that while the jabs have lost their bite due to over-saturation, the chosen targets are nevertheless every bit as wanting of lampooning today as they were in 1965. I find it uncanny that the social absurdities Darling poked fun at 52 years ago (TV commercials, fame whores, liberal hypocrites, self-righteous homophobes, promiscuity for profit, the myth of “having it all”, etc.) are still a prominent part of our pop-culture landscape.

Darling is the film that made stars of both Julie Christie and John Schlesinger. Schlesinger's next film would be his last with Christie; the big-budget adaptation of the Thomas Hardy novel, Far From the Madding Crowd (1967). After which he would go on to make the classics: Midnight Cowboy, Sunday, Bloody Sunday, and The Day of the Locust. Schlesinger  passed away in 2003.

Julie Christie is a legend, of course, and the promise of Darling has been realized in film after film throughout her career. Few actresses get to become iconic stars; fewer still owe it all to introducing to the cinema a new image of womanhood. There are many remarkable actresses around, but there is only one Julie Christie...she is in a class by herself.

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