Leslie Howard: The Man Who Gave a Damn

There is nothing outlandishly wrong about this documentary, but there really isn't anything interesting or new, either about the man professionally or personally.

After watching this film, I had two initial reactions....that Leslie Howard was not the same brave and wonderful man I thought he had been AND that the filmmakers were amazingly frank and honest about him...something rare in documentaries.

This documentary has been in a sort of limbo for some time....and I assume it was either from lack of funds or difficulty procuring rights to some of the film clips. Either way, it's also interesting because the interviews generally look very recent but were actually filmed decades ago.

As I mentioned above, the film left me feeling a bit disappointed to learn more about Howard....but that is NOT a terrible thing as the film also was very honest. It did not gloss over the fact that he was a horrid husband and serial adulterer. And, unlike many accounts that claim his death was due to him being on some secret mission, it was, in fact, most likely had little to do with him or any sort of propaganda mission. I really appreciated this, as too often films about celebrities are not a warts and all production but are intended only to celebrate the good deeds of the man...not the good and bad. Well worth seeing and rather unusual in style.

I started this documentary mildly interested in its subject. About halfway through, though, I became quite taken with the subject's daughter who, as depicted onscreen, was a tough, clear eyed but not insensitive old gal, certainly fond of her dad and admiring of his virtues but able, as a previous reviewer stated, to see his flaws. Chief among these was serial adultery which, in Howard's case, included using his daughter as a deux ex machina to break up with Merle Oberon, a stunt that I would place somewhere between weak and appalling. In addition to chronic philandering there was a failing I noticed that seemed to escape the daughter, namely a supercilious attitude toward Hollywood which went something like this: "If I must endure the vulgarians on the coast then I will at least be compensated with lots of weekends at San Simeon". This is doubly snobby in that Howard feels superior to both the American film industry as a whole and to all the American film industry boobs who can't crack the A list.

Howard's good points, however, chiefly his anti Nazi patriotism and courage in wartime, along with solid craftsmanship as an actor, clearly more than balance the shortcomings and, as filtered through the charming, intelligent and acerbic eyes of his daughter, make this documentary's subject a beguiling combination of good and not so good. Is there any greatness in the mix? Not in my opinion, but you might have a different view. Give it a B.

PS...Big dropoff in talking head quality from Leslie Ruth to Howard's son, as well as various film historians and biographers.

I had never been particularly intrigued by Howard, but this splendid film drew me in and proved fascinating viewing (thanks TCM!). Director/prime mover Thomas Hamilton did a great job of bringing his subject to life -- literally. It was startling to hear Howard's daughter (miraculously still able to bear witness!) and others offer their still-vivid memories of a man who died so long ago, along with all of the rare archival reminiscences. The film was beautifully assembled -- smoothly edited with so many wonderful clips, so much rare footage, the story well told with some skillful non-linear touches and a haunting score by Maria Antal. A real contribution to film scholarship that will have me looking closer into every Howard film I see from now on.

It's a pretty sorry state of affairs that Leslie Howard is best remembered for Gone With the Wind, for I always think of it like remembering Max Von Sydow for The Greatest Story Ever Told. Howard was all wrong for Ashley Wilkes, and he knew it, only agreeing to it because David O.Selznick promised him producer reins on Intermezzo. In truth, Ashley was an unplayable part, the Edgar Linton of Civil War literature.

Howard's real greatness was on stage in Britain in the 1920s and on film in the 1930s. His roles As Henry Higgins in Pygmalion and the definitive The Scarlet Pimpernel immortalised him even before the tragic air crash in 1943 that ensured he'd never get old in the mind's eye.

When I saw Tom Hamilton's film it brought back many memories of Leslie, and the story of how he came to begin his film is almost as fantastic as Leslie's career and life. And then there's the wonderful touch of having it narrated by Derek Partridge - familiar face and voice on TV in his time - who just so happened to have been one of the people who were taken off the ill-fated Flight 777 to accommodate Leslie Howard (he was only a 7 year old boy at the time).

Essentially, this has been a labour of love for five or six years for Tom Hamilton and his other half Tracy and I only wish it could be made possible for the film to be seen by more people than have yet had the opportunity. (We sadly live in a world where even Kevin Brownlow is struggling to get new documentaries commissioned).

Only last month, Tom set up a Kickstarter campaign page to raise the necessary funds to clear all legal and clearance costs and this will remain open for another week. Anyone who is in a position to contribute will be helping to bring Leslie back to the state of remembrance he deserves.