The Great Escaper – movie. Release date: 7 March 2024 (Australia)
Media Contact: Sue Dayes suedayes@tmpublicity.com
Reviewed by Frank McKone
Directed by Oliver Parker; Written by William Ivory; Produced by Robert Bernstein, Douglas Rae
Starring: Michael Caine, Glenda Jackson
Cinematography: Christopher Ross; Edited by Paul Tothill; Music by Craig Armstrong
Production companies: Pathé; BBC Film; Ecosse Films; Film i Väst; Filmgate Films
Distributed by Warner Bros. Entertainment UK
Original release date: 6 October 2023 (United Kingdom)
Running time: 96 minutes
Cast:
Michael Caine as Bernard (Bernie) Jordan
Will Fletcher as young Bernard Jordan
Glenda Jackson as Irene (Rene) Jordan, Bernard's wife
Laura Marcus as young Irene Jordan
John Standing as Arthur; Jackie Clune as Judith, manager of the care home
Danielle Vitalis as Adele, Brennan Reece as Martin – care home workers
Wolf Kahler as Heinrich; Ian Conningham as LCT Commander Parker
Elliott Norman as Douglas Bennett; Donald Sage Mackay as Nathan
Carlyss Peer as Vicky; Isabella Domville as Susan Everard
Joe Bone as Tim; Victor Oshin as Scott
I find myself thinking of The Great Escaper,
with its quite simple storyline, as if it were a stage play. The
central set would be of the rather well-resourced room in a retirement
home where Bernard Jordan, who was born on June 16, 1924, lived with his wife Irene (‘Reenie’). In real life Bernard died at 90 in hospital on December 30, 2014, and Irene a week later at 88 on January 8, 2015.
The
dates are especially significant because the story is about Bernie’s
determination – as a retired sailor who had been on duty that day – to
attend the 70th Anniversary in France of the Invasion of Normandy –
D-Day – on June 6, 1944. This was a ceremonial event attended by Queen
Elizabeth and Barack Obama, with travel and accommodation arranged by
the returned soldiers. Reenie is not well enough to go. But the real
issue is that Bernie forgot to book a place in time. What will he do?
Make his own way across, of course; especially to visit one of the 5000
graves in the Bayeux War Cemetery.
Approaching 90, needing a
walking stick, but otherwise apparently in reasonable health, he leaves
for a morning walk on the beach (at Hove, East Sussex, where he was born
and died).
On stage there would be scenes such as when Bernie
meets other old soldiers like Arthur and even a German pilot, Heinrich,
who may well have shot at Bernie’s landing craft on the day, on the
forestage, while Reenie remains in their room dealing with the
retirement home staff and her own health scares. Then there would be
projected scenes on screen of when they were young, meeting up at a
wartime dance and of what happened on the landing craft, until the final
scene at that huge war cemetery.
There are 3000 such cemeteries
cared for by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission commemorating over
575,000 men and women in France. “What a waste!” says Bernie.
On
stage with the live actors communicating directly with the audience, I
can imagine the depth and strength of feeling we would experience.
But
there is an awful irony in watching this film. Michael Caine turned 90
in March, 2023. Glenda Jackson died aged 87 in June. Filming had been
planned for June 2021; finally got underway in September 2022; and
“Parker screened the finished film for Caine and Jackson a few weeks
before the latter's death on 15 June 2023.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Great_Escaper
I
feel somewhat hesitant to criticise the film in the circumstances, but
it doesn’t achieve the dramatic power I imagine as live theatre. This
is not to do with the quality of the acting.
Perhaps the
problem is that the story of Bernard Jordan is real, and appears on film
too much like a documentary, a documenting of the events. But this
movie is a fictional recreation based on the true story. At the same
when we watch any film we feel we are seeing reality.
Ivory, as
the writer, uses flashbacks to represent actual memories and and their
emotional impact, but when filmed, the younger versions of Bernie and
Reenie don’t look enough like or their voices don’t have the same
accents or manners of speaking as the Bernard and Irene we see in old
age. So the illusion of theatre is broken. But maybe my reaction was
influenced by my being an 83-year-old one-time Cockney.
The
flashbacks to the scenes on the landing craft certainly created the
horrifying effects of being under fire from the German aircraft, showing
what happened to the tank, and the soldier Bernie persuaded to drive it
out into danger. But it was filmed for us as observers, instead of
being a memory from within Bernie’s viewpoint.
Caine and
Jackson created their personal relationship very well, so that we (as we
would have in a play) easily found ourselves identifying with each of
them and feeling the bond between them. But other scenes, such as
Bernie’s meeting up with the Germans, being introduced by a ‘French’
hotel manager who didn’t sound like a real native French speaker, nor
like a Frenchman trying to speak German, just didn’t seem real. On
stage it might even have been funny, rather than creating the tension
that was likely if it had been real – nor did it create the other sense
of recognition between fighters on such opposite sides, and the feelings
that made Bernie and Arthur give Heinrich their tickets to the memorial
function.
I certainly, though, could recognise the feeling of
satisfaction that Bernie achieved when leaving his memento at the grave
in Bayeux, after my wife and I had ourselves searched for her
grandfather’s grave in Normandy, where he died in 1918, and where we saw
the respect with which the local people keep up the maintenance of all
those cemeteries.
So though the film is made with good
intentions, and raises important issues about warfare and its
glorification, the writing and directing is inconsistent as a 90-minute
drama.
Yet it stands as a recognition of Glenda Jackson and
Michael Caine’s acting capabilities, even their determination – like
that of both Irene and Bernard Jordan – to go where he knew he must go,
despite old age and the expectations of others.
©Frank McKone, Canberra
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