
1949 · Robert Hamer
For when you're in the mood for wit sharpened to a razor's edge — a civilized evening's entertainment about thoroughly uncivilized behavior. Perfect with company that appreciates a well-turned sentence.
Disinherited because his mother married for love beneath her station — and enraged when her family denies her even a place in the mausoleum — an impeccably mannered young draper's assistant sets about murdering his way through the aristocratic relatives standing between him and a dukedom. All eight of those relatives, from bluff general to suffragette, are played by Alec Guinness. Complicating the campaign: two very different women, and a heart less orderly than his methods.
Deliciously dry — a film about serial killing conducted entirely in perfect syntax, where the laughs come from the gap between the horror of the deeds and the exquisite politeness of their telling. It's elegant, wicked fun that keeps a sting in reserve.
Alec Guinness plays all eight doomed aristocrats in a legendary feat of transformation, while Dennis Price's silken, self-satisfied narration carries the whole murderous enterprise with the poise of a drawing-room epigram.
Robert Hamer's direction is the darkest, most elegant thing Ealing Studios ever produced: Edwardian settings, a screenplay of Wildean polish, and violence delivered almost entirely through voiceover and implication. The famous closing stroke is a mechanism of irony so precisely tooled it still draws gasps — go in knowing nothing.
The high-water mark of British black comedy, it fixed Guinness's reputation as a master of transformation and set a standard for satire of class and inheritance that films are still measured against.
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Disinherited because his mother married for love beneath her station, an impeccably mannered young draper's assistant sets about murdering his way through the aristocratic family that wronged her — all eight obstacles played, in a legendary feat of transformation, by Alec Guinness, from bluff general to suffragette. Robert Hamer's Edwardian black comedy is the darkest and most elegant thing Ealing Studios ever produced: a film about serial killing conducted entirely in perfect syntax, its violence delivered through Dennis Price's silken voiceover with the poise of a Wilde epigram. The satire cuts at class, primogeniture and English propriety itself, and the famous ending is a mechanism of irony so precisely tooled it still draws gasps. Hamer, a gay man in an industry and era that permitted no such acknowledgment, was perhaps Ealing's most sophisticated intelligence; his career would be undone by drink within a decade, making this urbane masterpiece both his peak and his epitaph. Few comedies have ever been so funny about anything so cold.
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