Meet Mr. Lucifer

Before going on stage, an actor playing Lucifer (Stanley Holloway) comes back to the theatre drunk after having a discussion in a pub about the scourge of television. After he knocks his head he is introduced to Lucifer himself (also played by Holloway) who shows him a story about a TV set and how it causes misery to its various owners.

An interesting minor Ealing comedy about the then very real threat of television on cinema, as cinema itself had done previously with the theatre. It's patchy, but also highly enjoyable. The film is peppered with well known names in this otherwise very topical film. Holloway of course appears in a couple of roles, but his voice as Lucifer was dubbed by Geoffrey Keen. Based off a play by Arnold Ridley, the future Private Godfrey in 'Dad's Army'.

Good black and white film from 1953 when television came out i was aged three at the time all goes to show how we all love TV. Now it has become part of our life style interesting formula enjoyed watching the film.

Just seen it again after many years, and what now impresses me is a a surprisingly good and sharp script. The script's critique of the negative effects of TV addiction is excellent and prescient for its day, considering how early this film was made into the march of TV (1953) which would eventually supplant film as the medium for our diet of social media.

Incidentally, my parents had a set for the 1953 British Coronation, amongst the first in their neighbourhood and thus became that day a focal point for all those who did not yet have a TV.

The Miss Lonelyhearts segment would work today in the way it could manipulate all those Mr. Lonelyhearts out there. Kay Kendall was never so alluring.

Having said that, TV is today as important to me as it is to anyone else, at least where news and documentaries are concerned. There are, probably, some good effects in the ubiquity of TV, but I personally wonder what the final balance is. It is interesting that the science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke observed how, along with Marshall Mcluhan, the Canadian media commentator, that TV has created a 'global village' and even the poorest of households will own a TV, even in the worst of slums or favelas, as they are known in South American. Indeed, I suspect that the social glue holding Latin American countries together are its soaps. That may hold good for the West, too.

But back to the film; the ensemble acting is excellent, with Stanley Holloway as its focal point, but, goodness me, how gorgeous a young Barbara Murray and Peggy Cummings are, how they brighten the dreariness and blight of a post-war Britain all too slowly recovering from its wounds.

When I read the description of "Meet Mr. Lucifer" on our onscreen TV listings guide I knew I wanted to watch it. I saw it on the Talking Pictures Channel, which was appropriate as the channel features British films and documentaries about life in Britain in the past decades. "Meet Mr. Lucifer" is a delightful satire on television in the days when the new medium was beginning to make an impact and helping to dwindle audiences for cinemas and variety theaters. I imagine the screenwriter and the producers enjoyed making barbs at their new rival including showing television as the actual work of the Devil, Lucifer's latest device to make people miserable. The film also explores how people are affected by new technology. One major character, Mr Pedelty, doesn't even own a radio. A spellbound drinker at the pub marvels that the miracle of television makes it possible for him to see a famous person live while his sister in Eastbourne can also see the famous person live at the same time, so surely he can see the spirits of his late father and other relatives, as they are also apparitions. American viewers may wonder why the satire doesn't include spoofs of the constant TV commercials that are sent up in movies of the 1950s such as The Seven Year Itch and Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter. "Meet Mr Lucifer" was made before the advent of commercial television in the UK; ITV, the country's first commercial television provider, began in 1955. The film captures a period when the BBC had no rival stations and literally was the only show in town. The Lonely Hearts singer can only hint at a product that is paying her for her endorsement elsewhere, as the BBC prohibits advertising. The reactions of the characters to Mr Pedelty's set show how novel the programmes must have appeared, even genres that were long established on radio, such as horse racing, panel games, and variety musical programmes. Mr Pedelty replies "good night" to the news announcer as he bids the viewers good night, the young married woman from upstairs and her friends sit spellbound through a lecture about physics and gasp in wonder at the shots of hand drawn graphics, when a square dancing programme starts they stand up and begin to dance along, accompanied by children on the street who watch the screen through a window. One of the film's funniest and most touching sequences show a bachelor becoming so infatuated with the "lonely hearts" singer he hangs her portrait on his bedroom wall and at work, then when his enjoyment of the programme is interrupted by noises outside his room, seizes his landlady's offending vacuum cleaner, his neighbour's hammer, and part of the motor of a motorcycle revving in the street outside. The shots of the huge offices full of clerks typing and sending seemingly personal responses from the singer to fans of the show are a nice look at how TV was already hatching schemes to increase ratings. I also smiled when the young husband objected at the idea of having the TV in the bedroom- there were already quips back then that having a set in the bedroom wasn't good for a marriage. I agree with the reviewer who said the film needed to have more scenes with Stanley Holloway. It would have benefited from showing a larger range of characters than the residents of a single London house, and would have been much sharper if its satire was more stinging. The man running the show was Lucifer, after all. Overall it's a gentle satire of the days when people were amazed at pictures in their living room and the new medium was beginning to take form.

Another in a long line of great black and white British films of the 1950's. When Mr Pedelty (Joseph Tomelty) leaves his firm, he is given a TV set as a retirement present. At first he enjoys all the attention from his neighbours,but soon the attraction wears off, and he sells it on to the young married couple (Jack Watling and Peggy Cummins) living in the flat above him. They soon encounter the same problems,and again the set is passed on to several different charatures all with the same results. A very enjoyable story with a strong cast including Kay Kendall, Barbara Murray, and as the pantomime devil Stanley Holloway.