Loss of Innocence

I saw this lovely little film shortly after it first appeared. It is a thoroughly charming and winning motion picture about first love, disillusionment, and acknowledgement, as the young and lovely Susannah York comes of age. She is absolutely winning in one of her first major roles. Kenneth More is superb as the object of York's unrequited affections, and Danielle Darrieux is splendid as More's jealous lover. Wonderful scenes of the French countryside (I remember especially a charming visit to a wine chateau) make this a delightfully wistful experience.

I was only 10 when I saw this film but I'd been seeing films for around 3 years at least already so I really did understand what was going on, etc. For some reason, I OFTEN think of this movie and have been trying to remember the title for years to see if it's available for purchase. I can't wait to see how I like it now, 40 years later... for some reason that countryside is in my mind and I must see it again.

Susannah York is astonishingly good as a sixteen-year old British girl, traveling through France with her mother and three younger siblings, who falls in love for the first time with a handsome, older man (Kenneth More) harboring a guilty secret. The kids, who are left temporarily without their mum after she takes sick, arrive at their hotel in France's Champagne Country to an ill-wind: the two lesbian women who run the extravagant spread do not permit children, but one of the ladies is also involved with More and he takes the family under his wing. The complex relationship between the women--business partners who appear to have a great deal of history together-- is handled without high drama (indeed, Howard Koch's writing is so subtle that the depth of these characters may elude some viewers). The children get to stay, and everyone falls in love with dashing More, but with crystal-eyed Susannah there's bound to be heartbreak--and in that heartbreak, jealousy and a child's vindictiveness. A fully thought-out and realized film-adaptation of Rumer Godden's novel, played out amongst a gorgeous backdrop. The movie has a precocious nature and a wise child's sensibility--very little of the drama is hammered out for us--and the tone of the picture is kept dreamy-romantic. It is exceptionally well-performed, and given a sensitive direction from Lewis Gilbert that ably steers viewers through the complicated narrative to the story's poetic finish. *** from ****

Susannah York goes through "A Loss of Innocence" in this 1961 film, titled "The Greegage Summer" in England. Directed by Lewis Gilbert, "A Loss of Innocence" also stars Kenneth More, Danielle Darrieux, Jane Asher and Maurice Denham. When their mother becomes ill on vacation in France and has to be hospitalized, she tells her teenage daughter Joss (York) to go to the hotel with her three siblings. When they arrive at The Château, they are not welcome by the owner, Zisi (Darrieux), who doesn't like children in the hotel. However, her gentleman friend, Eliot (More) insists that they stay the night, and to make him happy, she agrees. Thanks to Eliot's intervention, they are allowed to continue to stay. The younger children grow very fond of him, and he of them. Joss has been staying in her room ill (probably with her period). When she finally emerges, no longer in the bedraggled state of the first evening. Eliot realizes she's not a child but almost a woman, and a beautiful one at that. There is an instant attraction.

It's hard enough to be growing up, in charge of your siblings in a strange place and with your mother ill, so Joss is unaware of the rumblings underneath this elegant hotel. For one thing, Zisi was involved in more than a business partnership with Madame Corbet (Claude Nollier) until Eliot came along. Needless to say, Corbet hates him, not to mention the fact that Eliot doesn't like guests in the hotel, so business is down. Zisi is violently jealous of Joss, who has no idea of it. And Eliot's business trips to Paris aren't all that they seem to be either. When he has a violent reaction to having his picture taken and changes his mind about a tour when he sees a policeman, Joss begins to get suspicious.

This is a stunning film about a young woman's first awareness of her affect on men and her first crush, and it's beautifully handled by Gilbert. Eliot never takes advantage of Joss and finds in himself qualities he didn't know he still had, both with her and with the children. Kenneth More has always been a wonderful actor; here is no exception - we get to see a complete, complex human being. Darrieux does a beautiful job as the cold, jealous and somewhat desperate Zisi, watching someone with the youth she no longer has and knowing she can't compete with it.

Ultimately the film belongs to the radiant York who perfectly portrays what it's like to think you're in love, come to hate the person you love with such a passion that it's obviously still love, and the resulting vengeful behavior. She's helped by the honesty of the script - everything rings so true. When Joss finally realizes she has loved and lost, she revels in the pain of it, dancing down the lane - when you're that age, there's nothing like the feeling of sophistication that the misery of love gives you.

One of those great, unappreciated films - perhaps with more showings on TCM, its status will grow.

In the early 1960s there were several movies that put a teen-aged girl into a moral dilemma that was difficult even for people three times her age. But the performances of Jill Haworth in "Exodus," Hayley Mills in "The Chalk Garden" and Merrie Spaeth and Tippy Walker in "The World of Henry Orient" are overshadowed by that of Susannah York in "The Greengage Summer" (1961).

York plays a responsible person who falls in love with a criminal -- a professional thief, played by Kenneth More, who finds her very attractive. She is sixteen, he is in his 40s. Without parents for the summe, she is in charge of her younger siblings; he is single and carefree. But there is no seduction here, from either party.

Susannah York's Joss trembles and blushes as someone ready to throw pride and morality to the wind in the name of love. Kenneth More's Eliot, initially a copy of Charles Boyer's Pepe in "Algiers" (1940), becomes genuinely awkward as he tries to understand her exuberance, and as he rediscovers a pre-criminal sense of honor within himself. The relationship of these two unlikely lovers is erotic, but without the smutty sex we now expect from such cinematic situations, and without the sermonizing or soft-focus slow motion that became fashionable for awhile a few years after this movie and those with a similar theme.

Realistic dialogue and lush background scenes are juxtaposed against embarrassing and unspoken emotions, making this film a haunting exposition.

Kevin Cisneros