The Singer Not the Song

We all bring our own life experiences to a movie and understand it on different levels. With themes like religious faith, love & sexuality, and what makes a good man, it is sometimes easy to see what we want to see ... what relates to us personally.

The two main protagonists reach different conclusions: for Anacleto it is "the singer, not the song" which is the opposite of Fr Keogh's. In the context of the movie we can ponder these two extremes and reach our own conclusion which may be an intersection of both.

Anacleto's hostility towards the Church is explained in part by his words: "It must be heartbreaking to fall in love with a man you can never have ... I understand this". It is as close as the script comes to identifying him as homosexual though his rather bizarre outfits are meant to convey the same notion along with his lack of interest in the beautiful & desirable Locha.

The death embrace at the end illustrates the feelings of the two men ... Anacleto clings to the man, Keogh clings to his faith. Only in death are the two reconciled.

I saw this movie in 1961 at the army base in Schofield Barracks and was struck by its import. I was an eternal optimist and had a very naive faith that God was in control. The movie really shook me out of this blind faith. That night I sat on my bunk and meditated on this dilemma and asked that I be restored or lead to a reality of truth. I was certain that I would be in battle soon and wanted to experience a sense of truth before this happened. I only went to the movie out of boredom and was not expecting the impact it made on me. The title says it all. I was struck by the simple plot. The actors who were unknown to me provided a great contrast of what is good and evil. The actress was simply beautiful and I always wondered why I had never seen her in anything after that. The love shown between the desperado and the priest was very touching.

Who thought that it would be a good idea to have the two main male parts played by actors with posh English accents in a film set in Mexico, I saw no trace of an Irish accent from John MIlls that's been mentioned by others. An interesting film let down by poor casting, Dirk's character should have been a lot more butch as he was as threatening as Julian Clary. John's priest should have been a lot younger. Set in the 1960s but in the style of the 1930's, a very odd jumble of a film.

Another of these movies where Dirk Bogarde got lost.Why on earth did he have to get involved in that business?The screenplay has enormous pretensions and suggests homosexual tendencies between the priest and the all dressed-in-black Bogarde as well as a love which blonde Mylène Demongeot feels for the same priest!which is a bit too much!Luis Bunuel could have got away with it,but the director here is not in the same league.The screenplay is incoherent and the three leads are finally unconvincing.The title is absurd (Bogarde likes the singer (the priest?) but not his song(his Christian message?).It was also to be a Rolling Stone song with a nice dulcimer arrangement by Brian JOnes in the mid-sixties.

But here Bogarde's fans can have a look,but be warned:it's the actor,not the movie.

This unusual 'Western' is all a bit of mess. But some of the ingredients are rather tasty and juicy and so, it is actually quite enjoyable.

John Mills, as the priest, supposedly Irish but who's accent is only about 10% that, does OK but doesn't shine. Apparently Marlon Brando and Montgomery Clift were first choices for his part. And on set, he didn't get on with arch rival desperado outlaw, Dirk Bogarde - and it shows.

Bogarde's high-camp dandy of an outlaw would make you laugh if this film wasn't so serious. To many, the ongoing religiosity - I won't go so far to say 'sermonising' between the Church (Catholic, in this case) - could be a turn-off.

I was trying to place the film's setting, period wise but can't find mention of it but would guess 1930-40s and a remote village in Mexico (actually Spain). Aside of its two English leads and the above, the final third in the triangle is a beautiful blonde French young actress, Mylene Demongeot. As I said, quite a mish-mash that makes a tastier dish than it should.

Trying to simplify the plot, I'll say that Mills takes over from another priest who is disenchanted and can't wait to get out. Mills, the idealist and good-doer can't believe him when he says that the Church is hated in the village, led by the local gangster, Bogarde. This desperado punishes any that assist or even go to church. Demongeot is the daughter of a local man who helps the priest. Apparently, she's in love with Mills, who presumes it's Bogarde that is her crush.

One day, a drunk man who Mills prays for comes to his lodgings after and tries to kill him. Bogarde saves his life and shoots the man, dead. The police, who have never had anything concrete to nail the crook on, try to arrest him but not only does Mills neither hand him over but absolves his sins. Thinking that he has redeemed an evil man....

And so it goes on. The girl is beautiful and nice to look at, Bogarde struts around gamely like a peacock and Mills is reliably nice.

The title - one of its strong points - refers to the man (the priest) rather than his song (Church, The Bible) as Bogarde came to have respect and admiration for Mills, rather than what he stood for.

The direction is a bit stodgy and as I saw it on commercial TV, it was cut up by frequent ads and in 4:3 ratio. And soft. And long, at 2.5 hours (on ITV)