Even though earlier Ealing films in this blog have
featured documentary elements – the likes of The Big Blockade (1942), The
Next of Kin (1942) or The Bells Go
Down (1943) – they contained their documentary elements within a feature
narrative. Painted Boats, however, is
the opposite: a documentary that features occasional narrative or dramatic
moments, largely through an inconsequential story following the burgeoning
romance of Mary Smith (Jenny Laird) and Ted Stoner (Robert Griffiths).
The appearance of a feature dominated by documentary elements
shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, given Ealing’s parallel work on short
documentary production during the early 1940s. Although not an area of the
studio this blog is able to focus on (not least because the films are harder to
access), these shorts feature work from established and upcoming Ealing talent such
as John Paddy Carstairs, Walter Forde, Charles Frend, Alberto Cavalcanti, Angus
Macphail and Basil Dearden. Documentary production of titles like All Hands (1940, featuring John Mills), Now You’re Talking (1940), Dangerous Comment (1940), Yellow Caesar (1941) and Go to Blazes (1942, featuring Will Hay
and Thora Hird) ran alongside the well-known Ealing wartime films and, in some
cases (such as The Next of Kin)
informed feature narratives.
Painted Boats,
however, is a different beast. Although produced during wartime, and very much
linked to wider propagandistic aims to remind audiences what Britain was
fighting for (the film is, in many ways, a love letter to British history,
industry and a particular way of life), its choice of an instructional
documentary approach can feel more like a return to the 1930s documentary
movement than a look forward to the documentary aesthetic-informed dramas that
Ealing were becoming known for. Exposition and narrative are not so much
combined as pushed up against each other: at several points in the story, a
narrator (James McKechnie) takes over, a ‘voice-of-god’ presence who tells the
audience about the history of the canal, why they were built, how they were
almost replaced by railways, how the canals responded to wartime, and what the
role of the canal can be in peacetime. It is possible to imagine the
documentary portions of this film cut together as a sponsored documentary
similar to Coal Face (1933) or Housing Problems (1935): indeed, the
film uses poetry and rhythm in its narrative voice and montage editing in a
manner that seems to be a direct reminder of those earlier films.
The actual drama element is slender: the Smith family run
the Sunny Valley, a traditional barge that is pulled by a horse; while the
Stoner family run the Golden Boy, driven by a diesel engine. Although there is
a tradition versus modernism narrative here, it feels tangential to the film,
even when Pa Smith (Bill Blewitt) dies and the Sunny Valley also gets an engine.
This sets up the most interesting part of the film, as Ted is called up
(off-screen, we only hear about this via his brother Alfie Stoner (Harry
Fowler) and the Smith women decide to stay onboard and crew it themselves. It
is a very wartime-based message, given the crucial role women played in keeping
British industry going, but it is also striking to see a film that ends not in
marriage, but in female solidarity and action.
Visually, the film jumps between styles. The film is
dominated by strong location filming from director of photography Douglas
Slocombe, which moves from sweeping aerial shots to close images on the boats
and canal sides themselves that celebrate the range of English landscapes that
the canals cut through. The film also foregrounds two sequences that take place
in the long canal tunnels, and which are particularly powerful, with the black
expanse filling the screen and only allowing brief glimpses of the men and
women guiding the boats, a reminder of Slocombe’s later expressive black-and-white
photography in The Man in the White Suit
(1951), among others.
So, a strange entry for this blog, but one that gestures
towards Ealing’s other life, as a wartime documentary film studio, more than
their known persona.
Next time, we're all at sea with Barnacle Bill (1957)...
Brilliant review. thank you
ReplyDeleteExcellent, thank you. Will look to you again.
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