Friday, July 3, 2026

NEGATIVES 1968

Spoiler Alert. This is a critical essay, not a review, so plot points are revealed for discussion

Vivien: “Something is going on, and I want to know what it is.”
Not only a line from the film, but a phrase I caught myself repeating several times
while watching this mesmerizingly offbeat, very ‘60s, psychosexual drama.

Negatives, a movie about three unconventional individuals in an unconventional relationship, filmed in an unconventional style, is very much a Sixties zeitgeist film. A psychedelic, counterculture product of its time, it nevertheless failed to garner much attention during its initial release. Fated to be a movie that time just seemed to pass right by. 
But time is a tricky thing, and Negatives, a refreshingly kink-positive film about erotic obsession that touches on such contemporary culture-war topics as cosplay, gender identity, aromanticism, bisexuality, cross-dressing, polyamory, and sexual fluidity—may have taken nearly 60 years to get here (never granted an official VHS or DVD release, it’s now available in restored, pristine Blu-ray), but it’s a movie whose time may have finally come. Again.
I was 11 years old in 1968, but I have no direct recollection of its original theatrical release (it opened in San Francisco in November of 1968). However, I did get the opportunity to see it sometime in the early to mid-‘70s, when Negatives was shown on a late-night TV program called “The Adults Only Movie,” broadcast by the independent Bay Area UHF station KEMO-TV (that name!...Channel 20). The program's irresistible-to-an-adolescent title was mostly a come-on, for the films screened were merely an eclectic mix of tangentially sexual foreign films and stateside exploitation flicks presented with minimal editing.    
By then a high schooler in the early throes of taking myself very seriously as a film buff, I thank “The Adults Only Movie” for introducing me to movies like Robert Altman's That Cold Day in the Park (1969), Elio Petri’s The Tenth Victim (1965), and those Italian anthology films that seemed to be all the rage in the '60s (Yesterday Today and Tomorrow, Bocaccio '70). And, most memorably for me, the occasional screening of homoerotic cult curios like the Helmut Berger version of Dorian Gray (1970), and Michael Cacoyannis’ The Day the Fish Came Out (1967).
Apropos of a movie in which costumes and masquerade play a significant part, Negatives opened in Los Angeles at the Granada Theater on Wednesday, October 30, 1968 - the day before Halloween.
Unfortunately, my memories of that first viewing of Negatives are as murky as the UHF reception on the tiny black-and-white TV set I watched it on in my bedroom. Mostly, what I remember is that it aired at the peak of my Glenda Jackson mania, so seeing her in something new (something that didn't require her to appear in period costuming ...sort of) was a big thrill. I also recall that, while I was quite taken with the film's abstract structure and atmosphere of arty decadence, the strongest impression Negatives left me with was that it was an enigma. I found it mystifying. Indeed, so much showy, deliberate equivocation made me think I was watching an extended, uncharacteristically horny, episode of Night Gallery
I didn’t see Negatives again until some 30 years later, via a blurry bootleg DVD+R copy burned from a TV broadcast ...but at least this time it was in color! And better still, by then, life experience and having read the source material—author Peter Everett (with Roger Lowry) very faithfully adapted his 1965 novel for the screenplay—made me appreciate the wisdom of art critic John Berger's contention that art changes depending on who we are when we experience it. Upon revisiting this film, what once seemed so impenetrably ambiguous about Negatives now spoke to me with an unexpected psychological perceptiveness and emotional poignance. 

" I don't know who I am sometimes."
Clearly, part of the problem with my first viewing of Negatives was that I approached it like a typical, realist narrative. It's not. In straining to ascribe naturalist coherence to a narrative that is essentially impressionistic—depicting the fragmented psychological and emotional inner lives of the characters—I failed to consider that the film's then distractingly stylized visuals (which I took for no more than trendy, youth-movie window dressing) might actually be the director's chosen cinematic vocabulary to best dramatize the film's central conflict. 

Which brings me to my second insight attained from a second viewing: I hadn't previously grasped that Negatives' central dramatic conflict takes the form of a three-pronged identity crisis. And as anyone familiar with me and my film preferences must know by now, I'm a sucker for a good identity-crisis movie. Among the films that explore the fluidity of identity, the human need for connection, and the struggle to find one's authentic self, a few of my favorites are: Performance (1970), Secret Ceremony (1968), Images (1972), 3 Women (1977), and Black Swan (2010). 
In telling its story about the sensual intersection of three lives, Negatives poses many intriguing questions (and precious few answers) about the boundaries of human self-understanding and identity. Through symbolism and metaphor, it examines how the roles we assume and disguises we wear—both literal and figurative—shape our elemental sense of self.
"Who's afraid to live without false illusions?"
Critic quotes comparing Negatives to Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf ? are apt but superficial. Both indeed concern themselves with couples whose dysfunctional, psychologically abusive relationships are sustained by the upholding of illusions. But that's pretty much where the similarities end. For me, Negatives has more in common with the allegorical plays of Jean Genet (specifically The Balcony and The Maids [the latter film adaptation starring Glenda Jackson]) in which characters resort to pretense and blurred-line illusions to achieve the sensation of wielding power or to vent their frustration with the insignificance of their real lives.  
Glenda Jackson as Vivien
Peter McEnery as Theo
Diane Cilento as Reingard
Negatives is an erratic, erotic drama about a young London couple—Theo and Vivien—who live a life of rudderless dissatisfaction in a flat above a cluttered-by-the-debris-of-other-people’s-lives antiquities shop owned by Theo’s dying father.
When not desultorily overseeing the shop, the pair, whose open-ended relationship appears not to be based on anything resembling love… or even like, turn disappointment and self-loathing into a kind of performance art by funneling their sexual and emotional codependency into ritualized roleplay.  
Fueled by an amorphous desire as compulsive as it is elusive, Theo and Vivien’s sex life is sustained by elaborate games of dress-up, play-acting, and the adoption of different personas. Their baffling masquerade of choice: Theo pretends to be real-life Edwardian-era wife-murderer Dr. Hawley Harvey Crippen while Vivien alternates between impersonating Crippen’s domineering wife, Belle Elmore, and his adoring mistress, Ethel Le Neve. 
Donald Pleasence and Samantha Eggar in the
 British biographical crime film "Dr. Crippen" (1963)
 

An American doctor convicted and hanged in London in 1910 for the murder and dismemberment of his wife, I'd never even heard of Dr. Crippen before seeing Negatives. But recently, I did get the chance to see the 1963 British film based on the case and enjoyed it a great deal (Coral Browne is terrific as the wife). An intriguing and amusing aspect emerges in Crippen and Le Neve's efforts to elude the police, with his mistress disguising herself as his teenage son. They hope to escape England by ship, but they inadvertently draw attention to themselves as the father-and-son shipboard passengers who can't keep their hands off one another! 

  (In Negatives, Vivien baits Theo about their Crippen cosplay: "Or do you prefer it when I'm disguised as a boy?"

"Some people refuse to be themselves. they only want to be somebody else."
Apart from a vague, half-truth statement by Theo suggesting the whole Dr. Crippen fantasy was all Vivien’s idea (to which Vivien responds with her usual sarcasm: “And Theo doesn’t like it? No, he gets nothing out of it. Nothing at all”)—just why this morbid masquerade was selected or what they get out of it is, like a great many things in this film, ambiguous. 
What is known—as Negatives introduces us to this pair at the point in their relationship when these ceremonial charades have become a rote, mutually unsatisfying routine—is that Theo and Vivien use sex to avoid emotional intimacy, not achieve it. Moreover, when not engaged in acts of play-acted passion, every word they speak to one another is fraught with acrimony and hostility.

Vivien: "Why do people force you to lie to them, I wonder?"
Billy Russell as Massinger
All is playacting for Theo. Feeling ineffectual in his life and powerless in the face of his father’s cancer, he pretends on his hospital visits that all is well health-wise and that things at the shop are better than they actually are. With Vivien unwilling to relate to him without some form of game-playing (even when they go out to the movies, she insists they pretend to be strangers flirting), the only person Theo can talk to and be himself with is the shop's avuncular upholsterer, Massinger. 

“We just sort of go along, and nothing happens. We’re in a terrible rut. I guess we’ll just have to wait for a miracle or something.”  - Shadow of a Doubt (1943)

In the Hitchcock film referenced above, a young woman (Teresa Wright), bored with the routine of her small-town life, idly wishes for the intervention of “A wonderful person to shake us all up. The one who’ll save us.” Her wish is fulfilled when her favorite uncle (Joseph Cotton) arrives, but as she gradually uncovers that he is a serial killer, her illusions are shattered. Her eyes are opened to how her family’s “boring” life of structured routine has been a mask protecting them from reality’s intrusion, creating a false sense of safety and control in a world that’s inherently chaotic, unpredictable, and dangerous.

She Likes to Watch
In her delightful memoir, Oscar-nominee Diane Cilento (Tom Jones) recounts an amusing story in which Laurence Olivier, anticipating casting her in one of his National Theater productions, went to see Negatives and, during their meeting, talked for an uncomfortably long time about how bad her wig was in the film. 

A similar thing happens in Negatives, when the delicate balance of coping mechanisms Theo and Vivien have erected around their existential ennui is disrupted by the arrival of an enigmatic photographer (and chaos agent) named Reingard. Well, saying that’s her name may be inaccurate—for when she introduces herself, she doesn’t say “My name is Reingard”; she says “You can call me Reingard.” Which, of course, is just the kind of ambiguous identity gambit that makes her the ideal “one” to shake things up by turning this duo into a trio.
Moving into the spare room above the antique shop, Reingard soon reveals herself to be every bit as kink-inclined as her landlords and wastes no time establishing herself as a kind of communal erotic catalyst—reigniting Theo’s libido while simultaneously rousing Vivien’s bisexuality. 
Theo confronts Reingard about her best friend in Rome
who just happens to look exactly like Vivien 

Where Reingard reveals herself to be most impactful, however, is in the role of psychological provocateur. Acting as a literal game-changer, she encourages Theo to abandon the dead-end, ill-fitting guise of the ineffectual Dr. Crippen in favor of one she asserts is a much better fit: German WWI flying ace Baron von Richthofen. Fascinatingly, perhaps tellingly, the options of facing reality, being oneself, or abandoning coital cosplay altogether are never really on the table. 
But dismantling illusions is risky business and comes at a high price. A price our tripartite trysters discover is more than any of them bargained for. 
When Reality Won't Do
Never discovering your true self, or knowing what it means to live one's life authentically, exacts an inestimable emotional and spiritual toll. This lends a profoundly sad edge to Negatives and its look at lives led behind masks, costumes, and borrowed identity. 


WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS FILM 
Negatives is the first feature film by Hungarian director Peter Medak (The Ruling Class -1972, The Krays -1990). Knowing this goes a long way toward explaining its impassioned audacity, solemn self-seriousness, and kid-in-a-candy-store lack of restraint in its use of arty cinematic effects. Every assured, beautifully photographed frame of Negatives (cinematographer: Ken Hoges) shows Medak to be a filmmaker with a distinct creative vision who knows exactly what he’s doing and what he's trying to say. And clearly doesn’t mind keeping that information to himself. 
Mortality and Existential Dread
Theao visits his gravely ill father (Maurice Denham) in the hospital. In Tennessee Williams' play, Sweet Bird of Youth, a character refers to sex as "The only dependable distraction." Theo distracts himself with sex as a means of keeping his fear of death at bay.

Whether they’re called fringe, experimental, or avant-garde, I’ve always been drawn to idiosyncratic films of a distinctly personal bent that explore cinema’s ability to convey subjective psychological and emotional experience visually. Since the main characters in Negatives are so sketchily drawn, less real people than a trio of anthropomorphized neuroses linked in an absurdist pas de trois of existential alienation, the intensely stylized look of Negatives—all metaphor (masquerade!), symbolism (flying!), and macro close-ups of eyes, lips, and lashing tongues—provides the internal conflicts with the dramatic dimension the characters occasionally lack. 
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
 Reingard and Vivien lose themselves in fantasy masquerade
while Theo looks to be questioning his life choices 

PERFORMANCES
That Negatives earns the distinction of being cited as future multi-Oscar winner Glenda Jackson’s first film is largely a matter of finding a marketing reason to dismiss and/or recategorize her first two screen appearances, both of which are adaptations of Royal Shakespeare Company productions directed by Peter Brook:  Marat/Sade (1967) and Tell Me Lies (1968). A movie touting "Glenda Jackson in her 3rd film role!" doesn't have quite the same ring to it. 
Given my longstanding, exhaustively cataloged fanboy adoration for all things Glenda Jackson, it's hardly revelatory that I find her fiery performance the film's standout. Most would be wise to be skeptical, for I'm as objective about Glenda Jackson as I am about Julie Christie.
Jackson's forceful presence enlivens every scene, complementing via counterpoint McEnery's passive melancholy and Cilento's playful, vaguely sinister mystery. All give superb performances and gamely embrace the film's outrĂ© spirit, but it's Peter McEnery's Theo--the film's most developed character and the only one given an arc--who proves to be Negatives' emotional fulcrum. The subtly expressive actor makes Theo's inner journey something anyone who's ever had to resort to wearing masks and assuming false identities to navigate through life can relate to.


THE STUFF OF FANTASY
Negatives' strong suit is that it is very much a style piece with a strong visual aesthetic. I particularly liked the opening credits sequence, which consists of still images of Theo and Vivien dressing for their "game." The photos are by the popular British photographer David Steen. You can check out his iconic celebrity photos here: David Steen Archive.

 
THE STUFF OF DREAMS 
Negatives may be a product of its time in its appearance, but the issues on the table in its narrative--people masking their identities as a coping mechanism for feelings of alienation and dissociation--seem up-to-the-minute relevant in today's world. A world where the depressed and disconnected can live their emotional lives through the filtered, fabricated, curated-selfie personas they adopt (and hide behind) online.

A 1960s film critic (a film cynic, more likely) once observed that if you can figure it out, you can't call it an art film. I'm not fond of movies that use obfuscation as a shortcut to profundity, either, and certainly Negatives feels at times a symbolism-laden puzzle that is vexingly vague when all you’re really wanting is a straight answer to the question “What the hell is going on here?” 

But as movies today become ever more blatantly “corporate content,” committed to spelling out every little detail and placating the only half-attentive streamers with closure here and closure there, I think there's much to be said for a movie that doesn’t do all the work for you. That asks you to interpret, fill in the blanks, and arrive at your own conclusions. Ultimately, it challenges the viewer to be okay with not having all the answers, to be fine with the possibility that there are MANY answers, or to be intrigued by a film that ends and leaves you thinking and asking questions. 

It calls to mind a quote from On a Clear Day You Can See Forever  (another movie whose protagonist seeks to align their identity to the past), psychiatrist Marc Chabot tells time-tripping Daisy Gamble, “I used to be in love with answers, but since I’ve known you, I’m just as astounded by questions. Answers make you wise, questions make you human.” 

"Well, perhaps one day you’ll find a game. 
Some tremendous game. Your own game."
 
The Blu-ray release of Negatives includes commentary tracks by the film's director, Peter Medak, still with us at age 88, and its star, Peter McEnery, the last living member of the cast. I've held off on listening to them until I finish this essay. I can't wait!  


BONUS MATERIAL
Though cartoonist Charles M. Schulz's Peanuts comic strip characters have been around since 1950, Snoopy first began his imaginary battles with the Red Baron in October of 1965 (Peter Everett's novel was published that same year, eight months earlier). For some reason, this fantasist beagle and his adventures captured the imagination of the country (I was a big fan of the Peanuts comic strip, but Snoopy always worked my last nerve), and in the '60s, you couldn't turn around without encountering Snoopy on posters, greeting cards, T-shirts, and in song. 
The novelty single Snoopy vs. The Red Baron by The Royal Guardsmen was released in 1966

Given all this, I can only imagine a film featuring a character who assumes the identity of the real-life Red Baron, German Air Force fighter pilot Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen, and fantasizes about WWI battles while sitting in his engineless Tiger Moth airplane on his roof, must have hit a little differently in 1968.
Negatives' surreal ending feels deeply serious now, but was anyone able to take it seriously then? Did they see Theo as a human Snoopy, reenacting WWI battles in his head? Did audiences giggle and shout "Curse You, Red Baron!" at the screen?
Clip from "Negatives"  (1968)

  
Copyright © Ken Anderson  2009 - 2026

Thursday, March 5, 2026

THE GO-BETWEEN 1971

"You flew too near the sun; you were scorched."
Spoiler Alert. This is a critical essay, not a review, so plot points are revealed for discussion

Gee, I can’t imagine why one of my most beloved and cherished films from the early 1970s is a movie about a sheltered and naĂ¯ve adolescent boy who becomes hopelessly infatuated with Julie Christie.
Well, perhaps I can.
To anyone who knows me, it’s hardly a secret, and indeed, has become something of an overbelabored point, that I have been ga-ga over Julie Christie since I was a pre-teen...way back in the days when The Beatles were still together.  
What started out for me at eleven years old as a mere crush after seeing Julie Christie on screen for the first time in Far from the Madding Crowd (1967) has only grown more adulatory and devoted over the years. My admiration for Christie's talent and twitterpated enchantment with her beauty found echoed justification with each successive film. 
The face that stared out at me from our living room coffee table
Though (paradoxically) I think Julie Christie tends to shine most brilliantly in period films, it has always been her distinctly contemporary quality that most defined her appeal to me. Combining a direct, emotional honesty with assured intelligence, wit, sexual independence, and self-possession, Julie Christie seemed to me the very embodiment of the modern image of woman in film. An image updated and of a very different stripe than the Hollywood leading ladies I grew up watching.
Looking back, it's quite a sobering thing to reflect that I’ve been absolutely, unabatedly besotted with Julie Christie for more than half a century.
And The Go-Between is all about reflecting.
By beating out Luchino Visconti’s Death in Venice for the Grand Prize at the 1971 Cannes Film Festival, The Go-Between’s win represented a distinct personal-rivalry victory for director Joseph Losey. But the prestigious Palme d’Or ultimately failed to work its magic at the American boxoffice or hold much sway with Academy voters, for the film was largely a critical success and received only the scantest Oscar attention (a Best Supporting Actress nod for Margaret Laighton was the film’s sole Oscar nod). 

I saw The Go-Between in 1972, when I was 14, and recall being surprised—what with the above-the-title Christie and Bates paired for the first time since Madding Crowd—that the film’s focus was not on its adult characters, but on the experiences of a boy very nearly my age. And though nothing about the story’s timeline and setting (England, 1900) suggested I should encounter anything even remotely relevant to me, my life, or limited frame of experience, I was thrilled to discover just how much the film truly resonated with me personally.
I don't recall ever before having the experience of feeling that I both understood and could relate to the inner nature of a character whose life, while nothing like my own, nevertheless held several canny and "I thought I was the only one who felt that way!" parallels… parallels far and beyond the whole “adolescent crush on the exquisite Julie Christie” angle.
Julie Christie as Marian Maudsley
Alan Bates as Ted Burgess
Dominic Guard as Lionel "Leo" Colston
Margaret Leighton as Mrs. Madeleine Maudsley
Edward Fox as Viscount Hugh Trimingham
Michael Gough as Mr. Maudsley

The Go-Between is a picturesque and commendably faithful adaptation of the 1953 novel by L. P. Hartley (author of The Hireling). Directed by Joseph Losey (Secret Ceremony, Boom!) from a literate script by playwright Harold Pinter, The Go-Between marks the duo’s third and final collaboration, following their synergistic partnership on the films The Servant (1963) and Accident (1967). 
The titular Go-Between of the story is Lionel “Leo” Colston (Dominic Guard), a sensitive, earnestly sincere 12-year-old of a somewhat dreamy nature that all-too-easily—and injuriously—lends itself to a kind of emotional fragility and flights of superstitious fancy. Out of a need to feel he has some power over his life—his father recently died, his mother’s finances are strained, and he’s bullied at school—Leo places great stock in the determining forces of the Zodiac, half-convincing himself that he has the power to levy magical curses.
Marcus Maudsley (Richard Gibson) introduces an anxious Leo to Brandham Hall.
Their modes of dress highlight the stark differences (among them, class and the
 unearned self-assurance of wealth) between the schoolmates
The course of Leo’s life changes irrevocably when he accepts an invitation from a wealthy classmate to spend a sweltering summer at the latter's family’s baronial country estate, Brandham Hall—a sprawling, Gosford Park-ish affair that, by the looks of it, takes up a sizable chunk of Norfolk, England. There, Leo, an outsider unversed in the caste-specific rules and obligations of the upper classes, becomes the unwitting and naively complicit facilitator in a scandalously illicit affair between the aristocratically betrothed Marian (Julie Christie) and Ted, a working-class tenant farmer (Alan Bates), when he’s elected as the covert couple’s letter-carrying liaison.
Leo is so dazzled, he's blinded.
Set in the Edwardian Era and told from Leo’s fish-out-of-water perspective, The Go-Between is most manifestly a turn-of-the-century coming-of-age story that offers a trenchant indictment of the rigid, suppressive constraints of the British class system. But through Pinter’s insertion of brief, melancholy flashforwards to the late 1950s—wherein we encounter Leo as a sad-eyed adult (Michael Redgrave) and learn that what we’re watching are his memories of that fateful summer—it becomes clear that The Go-Between is also a reckoning-with-the-past story.
Michael Redgrave as the adult Leo Colston
Thanks to Gosford Park, Downton Abbey, The Gilded Age, and, most significantly, the Merchant-Ivory films, period costume dramas are now as familiar to American audiences as the Western.
But back in the early ‘70s, they were still something of a rarified genre, typically coming in one of two varieties: mouldily old-fashioned Oscar-bait (Nicholas and Alexandra -1970, Ryan’s Daughter - 1970) or highbrow deconstructivist (The Garden of the Finzi-Continis -1970, Death in Venice -1971).
The Go-Between most determinedly qualifies as the latter. In their thematically exacting adaptation of Hartley’s often misunderstood novel, Losey and Pinter use the temporal beauty of a meticulously recreated, period-romantic world to beguile the viewer (as it does Leo) before pulling the Victorian rug out from under us, revealing the dappled gentility of The Go-Between to be mere window dressing masking a tale of lacerating emotional brutality and psychological trauma rivaling anything in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?  or Last Summer
That Noise You Hear Is the Sound of Illusions Shattering
Reality inevitably intrudes upon Leo's blinkered idealization of Marian and Ted  
1970s cinema distinguished itself as the age of disenchantment, unhappy endings, and antiheroes, making The Go-Between—a tale without heroes, set in a world full of hypocrisy, class elitism, and the callous manipulation of the vulnerable by the wealthy—a perfect Nixon-era zeitgeist piece.

Moral ambivalence is also a characteristic of '70s cinema
Lacking a male figure in his life, Leo responds to the paternal kindness of the two very different men in love with Marian—Ted, whom she loves but cannot wed, and Hugh, to whom she's obliged to wed, but does not love. Leo is faced with a moral dilemma when his go-between duties come into conflict with his conscience. 

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS FILM
What I love about this film? Well, Julie Christie, of course — as commanding a screen presence as ever — in a role that finds her once again finding the humanity in a superficial character and leveraging her sirenic beauty with chilling assurance. The word "chilling" points to one of the top reasons The Go-Between captured my imagination as a youth, and why it has remained a film I never tire of revisiting. 
With its dark subtext and its setting used as a dominant, active participant in the narrative, watching The Go-Between is like watching a Gothic fairy tale (a Sunshine Gothic, if such a thing exists). 
Against a backdrop of bright daylight, frilly frocks, and posh British accents, Leo, like Wonderland’s Alice and Oz’s Dorothy, is introduced as an innocent transported to an unfamiliar world where his adventures lead to a harsh moral education, resulting in a devastating psychological reckoning/loss of innocence. 
Michel Legrand’s lushly romantic, subtly ominous score for The Go-Between (replacing composer Richard Rodney Bennett) contributes invaluably to the film's mounting sense of dread. With each new lie told, each risk endeavored, and each confidence unstably guarded, Legrand's melodramatic piano motif drives home the tense certainty that none of this can end well.

The Go Between is the 2nd of four films that
Alan Bates and Julie Christie would make together
And speaking of tense...one aspect of the film's psychological tension that registered more acutely in the film than in the novel is the way in which The Go-Between plays with the viewer's alliances. Initially, Marian and Ted, as lovers thwarted by the draconian inanities of classism, are the objects of sympathy. But with the introduction of Hugh, someone we expect to be the problematic "other guy," but who is, in actuality, a decent, likable, and quite dashing fellow, the lovebirds' actions come off as deceitful and cruel. 
Looming large over Leo in this shot are the two differing
ideals of masculine identity that Hugh and Ted represent 
 
Then there's social-climbing Mrs. Maudsley, who, though ceaselessly shooting daggers of distrust at her daughter, is nevertheless all hospitality and egalitarian graces when it comes to lower-class Leo. So... despite my empathizing with the difficult position he has been placed in, during a scene where Leo engages in an ill-masked deception, telling a bald-faced lie to the woman who had heretofore only shown him kindness, my heart went out to Mrs. Maudsley. 

From the novel: 
Leo - I saw how green I must have looked to her and how easy to take advantage.”  
It's Not Easy Being Green
The gift of a Lincoln green summer suit (from Lincoln, England, the shade associated with Robin Hood)—an act of kindness that endears Marian to Leo and engenders his loyalty—comes to take on the hue of something tarnished when Leo learns from his friend: “It’s green [referring to a bike Miriam intends to give Leo on his birthday...to help him deliver messages faster] Bright green. And you know why? Because you are green yourself. It’s your true color. Marian said so herself.”

THE STUFF OF FANTASY
Cinematographer Gerry Fisher (Secret Ceremony, Fedora) imbues The Go-Between with a studied romanticism that reinforces the film’s picturesque setting while shoring up its darker psychological themes. The film's visual texture, designed to transport the viewer to a time and place distant and alien from the present—making tangible the novel’s famous opening line, “The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there”—also establishes the film's narrative perspective; we’re seeing this world through Leo’s eyes.  

Glowingly honey-colored and sun-dappled at the start (the tale is set, significantly, at the turn of the century…Leo’s innocence standing in for pre-war England’s optimism), the film grows incrementally gloomier (radiant sunshine giving way to torrential rainstorms) in coincident conveyance of Leo’s disenchantment and loss of innocence.  
Leo checks the mercury thermometer daily, believing that, though
the power of his will, he can induce the summer heat to rise 
The concepts of fate and destiny are poignant, cross-purpose leitmotifs in The Go-Between. Fate's neutral dominance and intractability are symbolized by nature, while destiny manifests as the misdirected efforts of characters who believe (fallaciously) that they have control over the outcome of events. 

THE STUFF OF DREAMS
As an adolescent, I felt isolated as a middle-class Black kid in white-majority neighborhoods and schools; lonely because, despite having four sisters, I lacked someone to talk to; shy, which became my survival skill as a gay teenager; and lacking a male guidance figure since my mom had recently remarried, making my stepfather still somewhat of a stranger. I also had an inner life that felt more authentic to me than my outer reality. 
Movies became my refuge, escape, and discovery. 
I approached The Go-Between seeking escape, but instead, discovered a white, British, fin de siècle version of myself reflected back at me. In a Norfolk suit, no less. 
Leo's Monumentally Unlucky 13th Birthday

Scenes depicting Leo’s outsider’s awareness of being “in” Brandham Hall but not “of” Brandham Hall reminded me of every I'm-the-only-Black-person-in-the-room experience I had growing up. Just as my being a child of the H-bomb-anxiety '60s (the root of all those fantasy TV sitcoms of the day: My Favorite Martian, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie) made me relate to the coping mechanism comfort Leo finds in the quick-fix, wish-fulfillment belief in possessing magic powers.
Have To Believe We Are Magic
Until I saw this movie, I didn't know that the desire for magical powers is a common fantasy in children. I once failed to study for an upcoming test at school and wished-wished-wished to get sick overnight so I could stay home. No such luck. But when I got to school the next day, the TEACHER was sick, and we had a sub...and no test!!
At the time, you could not have convinced me it wasn't all my doing. 

As I was an internal, self-serious kind of kid, I particularly identified with Leo's idealization of adults. With me, it manifested in a tendency towards being crush-prone whenever any grown-up paid me the slightest bit of attention (in grade school, I fell in love with a teacher who happened to look just like Sally Kellerman, simply because she asked for my help rolling the film strip projector cart back to the AV room).
A scene that’s always intrigued me is the one where all the Brandham Hall boys are off swimming, and Leo, who doesn't know how, is off to the side, sneaking a peek at Ted, who is sunbathing in the nude. The scene is ambiguous, leaving the viewer free to interpret, on Leo’s part, either a natural curiosity about a stranger (he and Ted have not yet met) who is relaxed and comfortable in himself, or an equally natural adolescent sexual curiosity. Being that I’ve always been of the mind that Alan Bates could arouse sexual curiosity in a rock, I saw it as the latter, projecting another point of identification with the character of Leo.

It's a perception that felt, if not “correct,” then perhaps validated when, in later years, after finally reading The Go-Between, I learned that author L.P. Hartley was gay and based his book on a summer he spent at an estate in Norfolk called Bradenham Hall when he was sixteen. It seemed Hartley only publicly acknowledged his sexual identity late in life, and in 1971, published The Harness Room, his only gay-themed novel. 

PERFORMANCES
OK, what can I say about La Christie that I haven't already covered in the NINE essays already posted about her films?  Julie Christie is marvelous in The Go-Between, and of her performance I contend that if it can be said she possesses a niche gift, it's her peerless ability to inhabit and humanize (without trying to make them likable) characters who are blithely cruel. (Christy's Kitty Baldy from 1983's The Return of the Soldier [with Alan Bates] is like Marian Maudsley...the later years.)
18-year-old Dominic Guard in Picnic at Hanging Rock -1975
The Go-Between is a reminder of what a tremendous impact a well-cast leading child's role can have on a film (the young actors in 1972's The Other and that TV version of The Shining ruined both movies for me). Dominic Guard is perfection...simply because his natural, unaffected reactions feel as nascent as everything about Leo and his sense of self. Contrasted with the young actor who plays Leo in the 2015 BBC-One adaptation of The Go-Between: the kid is excellent...but he's acting the hell out of the part, and I was never unaware of that fact. 
The Go-Between, as realized by Joseph Losey and Harold Pinter, is for me a near-perfect screen adaptation of Hartley's heartbreaking novel, capturing both the beauty and the brutality of the story.

Of course, it isn't lost on me that my revisit to this movie some 54 years after my first experience of it, fittingly parallels the film's flashforward sequences that have adult Leo returning to "the scene of the crime" of the death of his innocence.
Happily, that's where the parallels end, for when I look at this 1971 masterpiece now, I feel more keenly than ever its humanist soul. The world that my 68-year-old eyes look out at today seems in a race to make a virtue of what is most weak in us (our capacity for cruelty) while turning the only true strength humans have (our compassion) into a liability.
The Go-Between is like a cautionary tale, reminding me of the damage that's inflicted by oppressive social structures, and what's at stake for humanity when we forget that we really should handle one another with a great deal more care. 
Clip from "The Go-Between" (1971)

BONUS MATERIAL
May December (2023)
Michel Legrand's mesmerizing score for The Go-Between was used to evocatively melodramatic effect when it was reorchestrated and adapted by composer Marcelo Zarvos for the Todd Haynes film May December, starring Natalie Portman and Julianne Moore.

The Go-Between (2015)
Randy old sod that I am, the only improvement I could find in the faithful, perfectly serviceable TV adaptation of The Go-Between is that it grants us several Leo 's-eye-view shots of Ted Burgess (Ben Batt) in the altogether. Broadcast in September 2015, this version features Vanessa Redgrave and Jim Broadbent as old Marian and old Leo, respectively.

The Go-Between opened in San Francisco on Wednesday, October 13, 1971  

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