Rattle of a Simple Man

Odd little film,obviously from a stage play. Like the backward cousin of the grim up north films from the early 60s.

Needless to say,an enjoyable 90 minutes,if only to watch the absolutely gorgeous Ms Cilento .

I think this is an excellent film. It reflects events that most young men experience during their lifetime. A sort of right of passage! Or, it did for me. This film brings back long forgotten memories from a distant past. As, I too come from Manchester!

The acting is brilliant with full marks going to Harry H. Corbett, Diane Cilento and Michael Medwin. I can relate to each of these characters as they each give a very convincing performance for what is in reality a low budget sixties production.

Muriel Box is the director. She was one of Britain's most prolific directors during the 1950/60's. Sadly, this was her last effort as a director. She passed away in 1991.

I love the pathos and the humour this comedy/drama evokes over 96 minutes. I hope you feel the same as I did after watching the film. Especially if like me you were born in the post war era and grew up during the 1960's. A great little movie.

I was reminded of this film today in an article from the Guardian newspaper. I saw it at the age of 13 in the local fleapit, now a listed art deco building. I'm pretty sure it came with an X certificate, but I was big for my age and got in to many restricted shows - I'd got into The Birds a few months earlier. I also seem to recall that it was the "B" film and that I rated it far higher than the "A" film. I was blown away.

I only recall snippets now. Percy's petting of a cat. Mum's running to deliver a packed lunch. The rough lads and their baiting. I could empathise with Percy because although I ran with some yobs, I was also studious and had to keep a tight rein on being an outsider.

To my unformed mind, the conversation between Percy and Cyrenne was the love story of the century. I was utterly transfixed. And then (no spoilers) the ending.

I haven't seen it since. Who knows if I'd rate it as highly the second time round? However, it's stayed in my memory all these years, especially the way Corbett transformed himself from his part in Steptoe and Son to this naïve put upon virgin.

If one could shed the baggage of sixty years, I'd say watch it. But I don't think I'd be able to, so the film will remain as a memory of my youth.

The story line is almost irrelevant in this touching tale of two completely unrelated people who, by chance, come together and find that, indeed, opposites do attract.

Harry H.Corbett, literally on the verge of debuting the role of Harold Steptoe, preludes facets of that character in his role as Percy, the "simple" man who turns out to be anything but. Diane Cilento as Cyrenne excels as the world-wise lady of the night who, possibly, craves the stability of a life she's overly quick to deride.

I love this charming little character study - and it includes one of the most poignant lines in the history of movies, hidden away as it is in a film long since forgotten.

"I'm 39. You came along too late" he says to Cyrenne , as he realises the opportunity of a life outwith the confines of the cotton mill and his mother's strings could only ever be a fantasy....or is it? Cue the delightful last scene.

Don't miss this. Do what you have to do to view it.

I saw the "The Rattle of A Simple Man" probably in the North Atlantic in December of 1965 and still sit up when I hear or read the name of Diane Cilento. She and the movie made that big an impression on me! I've certainly been a fan of British film ever since.

As a 21 year old soldier coming back from Europe on the troop ship USNS General Maurice Rose, I saw the film sitting on the cold hard floor of one of the ship's spaces. I'm not even sure there was a screen; the film may just have been projected on one of the walls of the compartment, and as the ship rocked and rolled over the waves, so, too, did the film. Besides immediately falling in love with Diane Cilento, I can still remember being amazed that the U.S. military - not exactly a paragon of intellect or sophistication, especially in those years - was actually showing this English film to the troops. After all, I had just spent several years of enduring the Army's favoring the commentary of Paul Harvey on Armed Forces Radio and of reading the Army's self-serving coverage in the European Stars and Stripes newspaper.

There is an atmosphere of Britain transmitted in this film that doesn't even exist in Britain, itself, anymore. I hope you enjoy the film now as much as I did then.