A Day in the Death of Joe Egg

Its such a shame that an important film like this is virtually unknown.

I don't think Alan Bates has done a better film than this.

Its never shown on television. The only time I can recall it being shown on British TV was in the summer of 1998. I have it on tape but sadly the quality isn't great due to a dodgy aerial at the time...

I remember wanting to see this film for some time before it appeared on TV. It was shown on Channel 4 in the early hours of the morning, thereby ensuring that it still remained unseen except for a very small audience.

I was living in Bristol at the time and it was ironic that, when I finally saw the film, I realised that I had walked past the VERY house where it was filmed several times before!! The film treads a fine line; a married couple attempting to make light of their tragic predicament of coping with their severely mentally handicapped daughter by laughing about it and even involving the child in their jokes.

The direction and the acting are so superb that the film is always compassionate and moving and is never in danger of lapsing into bad taste.

A couple of years ago I saw a clip of the filmed theatre production with Eddie Izzard in the role of Bri and Victoria Hamilton playing Sheila.

It showed Izzard improvising and larking about and Hamilton jokingly telling the audience to ignore him when he's being like this.

I maybe taking this out of context as I only saw a brief clip but having read the play and seen the film this is clearly such a delicate subject that such an approach is both insensitive and disrespectful.

Izzard was praised for his performance but I felt uncomfortable with what I saw.

It is perhaps surprising that such a successful play failed to find an audience when it was finally filmed.

This is one of the best British films of the 70s and hopefully it will be released on DVD one day.

This film is both shocking and daring. It is also very human and in the face of a seemingly impossible domestic scenario, how a very ordinary married couple cope with their cerebral palsy afflicted daughter. Or not cope. And how friends and an archetypal in-law all giving their best intentions on just what is best.

The sexual fantasies often seem out-of-place, though whilst not crude, maybe are intended to shock. But as Sheila, the mother is utterly devoted to the unfortunate 'Joe Egg' with the never-ending ritual of her care, Brian finds all channels of marital coupling closed to him.

It is not a particularly enjoyable film. Nor a worthy one, in that it neither champions any cause, nor knocks any, either. Maybe we expect ourselves to be upset or feel awkward about little Josephine, the child.

But with astonishing performances from Alan Bates and Janet Suzman as the parents, who also play many of the key supporting parts too, we are distracted by their strange fantasies and antics as they themselves become the troubled and bizarre characters, not the subject and cause of their anxieties. The child remains a passive bystander witnessing (or not) the unravelling pantomime around her. Balancing the bizarre is the everyday reality of life so that it doesn't all get too ridiculous.

As it was made almost 40 years ago, it does seem astonishingly brave to even have been thought suitable for a film, back then, though it was based on Peter Nicol's own stage play. Hence there is a large element of admiration whilst viewing and an acceptance almost, in its sheer audacity that there will be parts which won't sit easily with everyone. Thankfully there are no swelling of strings, either orchestrally or of the heart as sentimentality would totally undermine the whole film - we are witnesses rather than being asked to make a judgement or opinion. Though not a great film, it displays both directorial flair and imagination. And very British, though at the start of the 70's we didn't generally make good films. This one is and one that is certainly memorable - and for one on such a contentious issue, memorable to the good where it so easily could all have been a horrible mistake.

Long before Terri Schiavo brought the issue of living as a "vegetable" to the public view, "A Day in the Death of Joe Egg" dealt with it. Alan Bates plays Bri, a schoolteacher whose daughter is almost completely brindled. He and his wife Sheila (Janet Suzman) try all sorts of dark humor to try and get on with their lives, but they can't escape the facts. At one point, they even consider euthanasia. The question circling them and their friends is: what will ever become of this predicament?

With this movie, Alan Bates continued his streak of really good movies, preceded by "Zorba the Greek", "The King of Hearts" and "The Fixer". We can safely say that he will be sadly missed.

Another masterpiece that needs a DVD release but some libraries have the VHS and well worth seeking out. Just a brilliant play about many things, foremost being euthanasia, "respectability", religion, and fundamental human relationships. The script effectively uses intelligent humor not only to cope with an issue like a severely disabled child, but to bind the parents in their love for "Jo" and each other. As the couple, Alan Bates and Janet Suzman are perfectly matched both in acting virtuosity and in bringing their deep, intelligent characters to life.

I've recently seen Bates' brilliant performance in "Butley" which was released as a film a couple years after "Joe Egg" and he plays a teacher in both, cynical, intellectual, and funny, although Butley is much darker than his character of Bry here. If you throw in such great performances in "The Go-Between", "Women in Love", "Whistle Down the Wind", "The Caretaker" and "Georgy Girl," not to mention the more obvious "King of Hearts" and "Zorba the Greek", and I'd say that Alan Bates had a career comparable to Peter O'Toole, Albert Finney, and the other great British actors of his era.

Director Peter Medak also had one of my all-time favorites "The Ruling Class" released the same year (1972) as "Joe Egg", which comprises a career year in anybody's book. He's had kind of a spotty filmography("The Krays" was another highlight), but these two gems will mark him as a great director.

This is a challenging film but with wonderful performances from both Alan Bates and Janet Suzman plus the stunningly heartfelt and comedic writing of Peter Nichols and solid direction of Peter Medak, not quite as challenging as doing justice to it in a just a few words. Glowingly received as a stage play in the 60s, the film never had the same success and has, indeed, been little seen since its delayed release in 1972. At the centre is the near lifeless, severely mentally disabled, eleven year-old, affectionately referred to by the parents as 'Joe Egg'. Central to the events but also peripheral in the sense that this is more about the seeming imminent collapse of a marriage as the couple, understandably, have to spend more time caring and not contemplating euthanasia than on their own life together. Instead a fantasy world of characters and events is created, shades of 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf', that at least gives the viewer the spectrum of humour through which to take on some of the issues raised and reduce the impact of the potentially terrifying reality being presented and the limited options seemingly available. Not a bundle of fun, but very funny nevertheless.