The Phantom Light

Michael Powell's genius is exploding in wondrous innovations and marvels of imagination already in this early film about Wales. The introduction sets the mood, when a Welsh woman as the station master comes to greet a train with its passenger, the new lighthouse guard, in a fantastic local rural costume like a witch and speaking no word of English but only Welsh,. The hysterical intrigues and events are very much reminding of Hitchcock's "Number Seventeen" three years earlier, the same kind of mix of terror and madness, eccentrics and cluster of colliding events, getting grimmer all the time, but the local atmosphere is the dominating charm. It's about wreckers using the local people's readiness for superstition to operate their wicked business, Hitchcock was to use the same theme in "Jamaica Inn" four years later, and both films are equally successful and irresistibly charming and exciting. There is no Charles Laughton and Maureen O'Hara here, but instead you have Gordon Harker who is the right man for the job, although he gets too much to handle. The story is terrific, and Michael Powell was to use much of the same vein in his later masterpiece "I Know Where I Am Going" in Scotland ten years later.

Gordon Harker arrives at the tiny Welsh village where everyone seems to be named Owen. He's to take over the light house in the bay. He listens to stories about the Ghost Light that led the two earlier masters to their death: the light goes out, another one appears, and guides a ship onto the rocks. "Wreckers" he says, and thinks no more of it. He also doesn't think much of Ian Hunter, who claims to be a reporter and offers him lots of money to go to the lighthouse, nor of Binnie Hale, who also makes the same request. He's proud of his 25 years in the service, and runs things by the book. When he gets to the house, there's a helper who's being tended to by doctor Milton Rosmer. Most of the time he's out, but occasionally he gets up and tries to kill someone with his bare hands.

It's a nicely opened version of the stage play by Evadne Price and Joan Roy Byford., with some nice location shooting in th west counties and Wales. It makes me wonder if this was the inspiration for dirctor Michael Powell to wander the island, far from London, and look at the weird and wonderful way people live far from London.

First off there is a very nice DVD of this mixed with some other British Thrillers. Looks and sounds good. That's great because the movie isn't too gripping and would dissolve with any distractions. The movie is an odd mix of "silent" movie acting and a long set up that takes up way too much time. The welsh village is fun and interesting--there are other later British films that have this same kind of small village opener with a stranger appearing and a mystery being resolved. It's a formula that works more often than not. But the movie fails to really evoke much spookiness of the lighthouse itself. It's never interested in generating any suspense for very long. Usually there is some very brief suspense moment, and it's just to set up more comedy. The comedy is fairly funny but no real sense of danger is generated. No sense of the story moving forward. There are also touches from (then trend setting) Russian montage editing that seem kind of comical in an unintended way. As you'd expect from director Powell there are a few nice camera moves and some good location photography. A music score would have helped this film there is none at all, perhaps a cost saving element? Or just a wrong choice? There are things to enjoy here but you have to get over the 30's cliché elements of "flapper girl" and "spunky-male-reporter" and these are pretty creaky indeed. A movie that, perhaps in a very director Michael Powell way, flirts around with various quirky and occasionally unexpected ideas but doesn't commit to any of them enough to become a whole anything. Other reviews of it being an OK time killer are valid.

Very funny British Gainsborough Picture from 1935 with plenty of No-code 'damn' 'ruddy' and 'cor-blimey' -ies along with Binnie Hale's long legs and keen 'how about it' frankness, THE PHANTOM LIGHT is a bookend GHOST TRAIN fog bound mystery set on the shrouded eerie Welsh coast. The photography and settings particularly in the quaint railway scenes in reel one and the village scenes near the end offer the viewer genuine storybook pleasure in that they look completely fake but are not at all. It just happens to naturally all look like some plaster model. Lead actor, music hall star Gordon Harker has some hilarious lines - particularly the closing one: "Lummy! what a night" which would have rocked any Odeon theatre with gales of laughter. Binnie Hale is the Brit Joan Blondell, all perky and silly and ready to cut up her trousers all ready to gad about the lighthouse stairways in hotpants and high heels. Local Welsh eccentricness is on full display with plenty of Popeye style gnarling and eyeball flexing. I thought it was hilarious as (later famous) Director Michael Powell was clearly getting his actors to have fun with their roles. The local policeman is exactly like Constable Plod from the Noddy kids books..all tubby and bug eyed. It is all silly and very funny. The Warner bros pic SHH! THE OCTOPUS of 1935 is a good counterpart from the USA.

With its wafer thin plot, this relies on the likeability of its cast and it's got just enough of that to make this entertaining from beginning to end. Gainsborough reused the story six years later as BACK ROOM BOY with Arthur Askey and although this won't be in anyone's top ten, it least it doesn't have Arthur Askey in it!

As naff as this is, I think I enjoyed it. I might even watch it again sometime. Why - because it was fun without being a comedy, exciting without being a thriller and watchable without being particularly well made. It relies on its two leads: Binnie Hale and professional cockney Gordon Harker. He's your typical grumpy but loveable cor blimey gov'nr cockney and he really carries this single handedly. He's also got some lovely old forgotten East End expressions. Surely it's time to resurrect this one: "I'll lay a pound to a sausage." It must mean something?

Just as I'm convinced that Genevieve Tobin is Joan Blondell's sister, Binnie Hale obviously must also be another sibling. She was an established actress on the stage but she hadn't quite mastered movie acting, nevertheless she's still better than a lot of established stars over in California. Looking at her, it's hard to believe she's actually the sister of Jessie Matthew's other half - whom, if you're familiar with Sonnie Hale - let's just say he didn't have the classic movie star looks! She's actually rather lovely (which you'd expect if she's Joan Blondell's long lost English sister!)

Some actresses have a magnetic screen presence because of their talent, Miss Hale might not exhibit a lot of talent but she certainly exhibits a lot of her legs - very nice legs too! Since Joseph Breen and his cohorts over in America had by 1935 banned anything remotely saucy, it fell on the shoulders of the British film industry to provide the public with a little bit of sexiness and Binnie Hale in shorts and negligee - not just a negligee but a wet negligee, certainly ticks that box.

Gainsborough in the early thirties didn't really do quality, they just made the sort of stuff you could veg out to with your brain switched off after a hard day's work. They were owned by Gaumont-British so had the same sort of relationship First National did to Warner Brothers. They made cheap simple, basic entertainment for the masses. So if you're not expecting too much from this, I'll lay a pound to a sausage that you might just enjoy it.