Kind Lady

After the demise of ITV ON Digital in the UK, I missed their old classic movie channel, "Carlton Cinema" as I have taped several good films from there, including "Portrait of Jennie (1948)", starring my favourite actress Jennifer Jones.In that film Ethel Barrymore played Miss Spinney, a partner in a New York art gallery who saves Eban Adams from apparent starvation by buying some of his art work. We recently had SKY TV installed which includes "Turner Classic Movies" a.k.a. "TCM".I only saw the last 2/3 of "Kind Lady" but stayed to the end despite my wife saying we had to go out to the shops!I was fascinated by Ethel Barrymore again playing an art connoisseur,(3 years after the aforementioned film), in a movie I had not seen before on UK tv.I just had to see it to the end.And there was a very young Angela Lansberry playing a tough wife of a criminal played with shifting accent by Keenan Wynn!.Of course Hollywood did round up a clutch of British actors and a right-hand drive vintage car to give the movie some authenticity.This film has a nightmare like quality.We could all visualise what it would be like for us to be old, alone and have no protector when a person inveigles themselves into your home on an apparant genuine pretext and then systematically takes over your whole house and possessions!Yes the conventions of film making in 1951 meant that producers could not allow criminals on screen to get away with their ill-gotten booty and you don't see the death of the faithful maid.Maurice Evans is Ok but I would have cast someone like George Sanders in the chief "baddie" role - much more menacing!(Perhaps he wasn't available).It is nevertheless a rip roaring melodrama and next time I hope to see the first 1/3 of this film.

Understated acting makes this production a gem. In the present world movie making is so slipshod as far as plots are concerned; however, I highly recommend this movie - the 1951 version - to anyone who loves old movies. Isn't Ethel Barrymore wonderful? and Maurice Evans is scary. Did anyone pick up on the fact that Rose's sister, Mrs. Harkley, is actually Angela Lansbury's mother, Moyna MacGill? I heartily recommend this wonderful movie.

I saw this black-and-white chiller on tv when I was a boy, some 35 years ago. Yet I recall scenes from it as though I saw it only last week. Imagine a group of seemingly well-bred people, patrons of the arts, befriending you--but then locking you in your house as they move in, and then hearing them tell visitors that you are delusional and being cared for by them. The scene in which the elderly victim is continually taunted while being forced to pose for the painting of her portrait--a rendering that, when completed, is seen to have grotesquely distorted her likeness to resemble that of a haggard, insane woman--is particularly spine-chilling. Without exaggeration, this is a gripping drama whose suspense few (if indeed any) can match. I only hope that someday it appears on video, so that I can purchase it for my library.

Ethel Barrymore defies Hollywood ageism by taking the lead role in this thriller from MGM, and quite frankly, with the exception of her work in None But the Lonely Heart, it is one of her best on-screen performances.

MGM previously filmed this story in 1935 with Aline MacMahon. Miss MacMahon excelled at the role of a recluse whose life is now at the mercy of a group of con artists. But Barrymore imbues it with more authenticity and the right amount of wisdom and shrewdness that comes with being the exact age of the character, not dressing up in old woman's clothes and applying gobs of make-up like a much younger Miss McMahon did in the first filmed production.

This remake also benefits from a stellar supporting cast, the likes of which include MGM contract player Angela Lansbury and Lansbury's real-life mother Moyna Macgill in a small role. Miss Barrymore's best is brought out in spades by costar Maurice Evans, the slickest con in the bunch, who dazzles the kind lady as a smooth-talking rogue while avoiding the pitfalls of scene chewing. As a result, we are kept enthralled right up to the story's denouement. The ending certainly does not disappoint and reaffirms our belief in the justice of this world.

A kindly old dowager takes a penniless artist into her lavish household, only to find out he's got his own plans.

For a filmed stage play, the movie surprisingly never drags. That's a tribute to a tight screenplay and excellent staging. For example, catch how director Sturges in the first confrontation scene positions the four intruders in the foreground so they appear now to loom over the exasperated old lady (Barrymore), symbolizing their gradual reversal of authority. Then too, Sturges has basically only a single set to dramatize with, a real staging challenge.

However, the movie really belongs to the mild-looking Evans (Elcott) who manages an effortless study in civilized evil. His manipulations are so understated that his malignant nature sort of creeps up on you. It's one of the slyer incarnations in the history of bad guys. And get a load of the Edwards family, with the shrill Lansbury, the hulking Wynn, and the bratty Aggie. They're household help from heck, and we know Barrymore's in big trouble when this British version of The Beverly Hillbillies walk in the door.

Anyway, the tension stays on high as we feel trapped along with the kind lady. All in all, the movie's a minor gem of claustrophobic suspense.