SCROOGE - a.k.a. A CHRISTMAS CAROL (Renown Pictures 1951) VCI Home Video
For many there
is really only one version of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol; 1951’s Scrooge,
affectionately known as the ‘Alastair Sim
version’ and directed by Brian Desmond Hurst. In Britain there was already
a longstanding tradition of renaming Dickens’ dark and brooding novel for stage
and screen adaptations. But in America the tale had not been told on celluloid
since MGM’s 1938 frothy and featherweight adaptation starring Reginald Owen as
the rather curmudgeonly skinflint Ebenezer Scrooge. In America, the 1938
version was a resounding success. But in Britain it was frowned upon as
something of a bastardization of Dickens’ original text – MGM’s zeal for
ultra-glamor and its need to interject themes and vignettes not in the novel,
ultimately interfering with Dickens decidedly more bleak authorship. Given A Christmas Carol’s box office success
in 1938 it remains a minor curiosity that the story was not resurrected more
often on the big screen in the United States in the intervening decade. For
Dickens’ masterwork has long since become a perennial favorite on both stage
and screen, suffering the slings and arrows of ‘creative geniuses’ who often
think they can ‘improve’ upon the literary tale. In at least one case, the
results match the ambition.
Indeed, when
Renown Picture’s 1951 version debuted on the other side of the Atlantic as 'Scrooge' it was
not well received by either critics or audiences. Yet, its reputation has
steadily grown over the years, particularly with purists and Dickens
aficionados. Viewing Scrooge today, one is immediately dumbstruck by two impeccable aspects in its craftsmanship:
first, and paramount is Alastair Sim’s sublimely poetic and, at times,
painfully dark regeneration of the miserly misanthrope into the very embodiment
of the Christmas spirit, and second, the gutsy verisimilitude in Noel Langley’s
rich and evocative screenplay that not only parallels the bone-chilling
darkness of Dickens classic but also mirrors some of the social angst befallen
a postwar United Kingdom. One of Britain’s most admired farceurs, Alastair Sim
had largely made his reputation playing lovable fops and delightfully obtuse
wits who viewed the world ever so slightly askew. He was a sly master at the
double take and the reaction shot – both serving him well in his varied and
multi-layered portrait of this penny-pinching miser. In Sim’s Ebenezer Scrooge we have a curious,
yet, not altogether immediate – although ever-present – tender sadness. For the
first and possibly only time on film, an actor has made the serious endeavor to
analyze this character as more than just an embittered demigod who suffers a
minor breakdown and major epiphany on the eve before Christmas Day. And Sim’s manages something greater than even
this: a sort of fiery transformation that is so satisfyingly original, so
utterly believable to life as well as true to Dickens, that he becomes not
merely the definitive Ebenezer Scrooge but the quintessence of the fallen man
reborn into a new and perhaps brighter world. Such is the understated note of
optimist interjected at the very end of the film: not nearly as celebratory as
it remains enquiringly compunctious.
Scrooge was produced at the end of a golden period in British
cinema. Only a few years prior to its release director David Lean had brought
forth definitive versions of Great
Expectations and Oliver Twist,
each unapologetic in extolling the darkness of Dickens’ original masterpieces.
But the renaissance in British culture was further sparked by a postwar
exhibition that brought together the nation’s pride in both its rich heritage
as well as burgeoning future technologies. Viewed today, Scrooge saddles this juncture in the country’s 20th century
evolution like a peepshow into two histories. The first and most obvious is
Dickens 1843 reality: bleak and interminably expressionist with its Gothic
trappings and stark reflections of an imperfect and socially unjust world,
where its caustic protagonist, Ebenezer Scrooge can refer with a straight face
to the filth-ridden workhouses and abominable prison conditions as plausible
refuges for the poor. But Scrooge is
also a contemplation on Britain’s place in the world after the war; its social
commentary on the welfare state; particularly with its utterly terrifying
depiction of ‘ignorance’ and ‘want’
as two of mankind’s most self-destructive ‘children’ – i.e. character traits
(hidden beneath the elegant robes of the ghost of Christmas Present)
foreshadowing the rights and freedoms being contested in Britain’s House of
Parliament at this time, the same year the Conservatives defeated the Labor Party
to gain control and make sweeping reforms that set the country’s path onto a
decidedly different course.
Noel Langley’s
screenplay does an incredible job of marrying these varied ruminations into a
cohesive and remarkably faithful adaptation of its source material. Yet,
Langley too indulges in some minor creative license, tampering with Dickens
text to expand the role of the charwoman and also interject a completely new
character, Mr. Jorkin (played with inimitable aplomb by Jack Warner) into the
proceedings to provide a briefly psychoanalytic cohesion into Scrooge’s
backstory. Yet, these alterations do not
dampened the mood or even dilute the impact of the story. On the contrary, they
only serve to enhance it. We first meet Ebenezer Scrooge (Alastair Sim) as he
is leaving the London stock exchange on a frigid Christmas Eve. The wicked old
gargoyle is already in a foul mood as he admonishes a homeless man on its
steps, trudging with heavy feet and even heavier heart down some decidedly dark
and very isolated city streets, past a trio of carolers whom he pushes aside.
Arriving at his office, Scrooge is confronted by a pair of collectors for the
poor (Noel Howlett and Fred Johnson). He instructs both men that if the poor
require help let them look to the prison wards and workhouses for their
sustenance and survival. They shall
receive no philanthropy from him.
Scrooge’s
nephew Fred (Brian Worth) arrives, warmly greeting his uncle’s put upon
accountant, Bob Cratchit (Melvyn Johns) before hurrying into Scrooge’s office
to invite him over for Christmas dinner. Scrooge rejects the invitation
outright but harbors a deeper resentment toward Fred, whom he speciously blames
for the death of his beloved sister, Fan (Carol Marsh) because she died giving
birth to him. From this rather dreary debut we segue to a moment of pure joy as
Cratchit’s youngest child, Tiny Tim (Glyn Dearman) ogles a sumptuous store
display of Victoriana animated toys. His sheer delight is momentarily dampened
as the shopkeeper removes a large sailboat from the window; a gift Tim might
have enjoyed for his own if only the Cratchits were not so damn poor.
Regardless of their relative poverty or his crippling polio, Tim is a resilient
boy, imbued with positivism for the immediate future – the modest Christmas
feast and all too brief time to be spent with his father. After discharging Bob
for the evening, Scrooge retires to his home. He is greeted by a strange
hallucination; a disembodied head dangling before his door knocker. Scrooge is
next visited by the ghost of his dead partner, Jacob Marley (Michael Hordern) –
perhaps, the most ghastly spirit of the evening. For in his chains and heavy
padlocks, his head bundled in a tired old rag, Marley forewarns of a terrible
end for Scrooge, shrieking in painful anguish. He reveals to his old partner a
purgatory brimming with phantoms that, in life, were unable to do the necessary
good to save them from their fateful eternal suffrage. Yet Scrooge is unmoved by Marley’s pleas and
thus Marley commissions the arrival of three spirits to illustrate the error of
Scrooge’s ways for him in more concrete ways.
The first, The
Spirit of Christmas Past (Michael Dolan) takes Scrooge (now played by George
Cole) back to his youth; exiled inside a private school because his own father blames
him for the death of his wife in childbirth. Fan finagles a truce between
Ebenezer and his father, resulting on one of the merriest celebrations Scrooge
can recollect. But the divine escapism in these hours is short lived. We move
on to a doomed courtship; Scrooge ultimately bungling his one chance at
romantic happiness with the pure of heart, Alice (Rona Anderson). Instead, he
is lured away, along with Marley (played in youth by Patric McNee) from his
benevolent employer, Mr. Fezziwig (Roddy Hughes) into the service of the more
spurious embezzler, Mr. Jorkin (Jack Warner).
Here too, screenwriter Langley is intent on extolling by comparison the Britain
of days gone by with its then present; Fezziwig’s honest independent small
business owner no match for the march of oligarchical progress. With the
arrival of The Spirit of Christmas Present (Francis de Wolff) Scrooge is
introduced to the customary pleasures of the present holiday which have eluded
him. We are shown glimpses of Fred and his wife (Olga Edwardes) entertaining an
assemblage of dear friends, sharing a laugh at Ebenezer’s expense. A more
humble pilgrimage is made to the Cratchit’s abode where Scrooge is startled to
discover the true meaning of Christmas thriving, despite obvious hardships the
family faces. But the Spirit of Christmas Present has a more ominous message
for Scrooge, revealing to him ‘ignorance’
and ‘want’; the perils of man,
trapped in the embodiment of two blind and emaciated children hidden beneath
his robes.
Haunted by
this vision, Scrooge is confronted by the Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come (C.
Konarksi); a ghostly apparition cloaked in grim reaper’s attire, pointing its
bony finger toward the graveyard where a headstone with Scrooge’s name has
already been prepared in the frozen ground. Scrooge pleads with the spirit to
show him no more and, having been brought to his knees with this final and very
concrete understanding, awakens safe in his bed at the dawn. Hurrying into the
streets, Scrooge rejoices at the opportunity to illustrate his reformation to
those he has wronged, including Bob Cratchit and his family and his nephew
Fred, whom he pleasantly startles with his arrival for Christmas dinner.
Scrooge’s heart has experienced a most miraculous conversion, one that will
presumably satisfy the spirits and alter that future shown to him. Scrooge (a.k.a. A Christmas Carol) is a very sobering melodrama that owes much more
to the Gothic novel or American film noir than the traditional lighter-than-air
fare usually associated with the Christmas holidays. C.M. Pennington-Richards’
stark cinematography evokes the coal dusty bleakness of Dickens to a tee; only
flashing us several welcomed moments of merriment that act as a visual
counterbalance; also, to heighten the overall reality of Scrooge’s world by
comparison and contrast.
In Britain, Scrooge garnered immediate critical
praise and was a well-received by its audience. But in America it was unduly
and unfairly rejected; denied from having its premiere at Radio City Music
Hall, despite a lucrative overseas distribution deal with United Artists,
precisely for its overriding dreariness and relatively downtrodden narrative.
In truth, Scrooge is a mostly
desolate exercise – but so fascinatingly true to Dickens that one cannot help
but admire its meticulous craftsmanship. Leonard Maltin perhaps said it best
when he declared that Scrooge is a
film “too good to be shown only at
Christmastime.” Indeed, removed from its holiday trappings Scrooge is an exceptionally powerful
piece of film-making, with most of the plaudits rightfully going to Alastair
Sim’s towering achievement. Sim is
Scrooge, in all his unrepentant austerity, brought to heel by the strength of
sentiment. We can believe in Scrooge’s conversion, not so much for what he has
experienced through these visitations by the three spirits, but because of the
generous bounty of conflicting emotions Sim gradually reveals, sometimes for
only a moment or two, but for which there never has been, and arguably never
will be another to rival his performance.
In the final analysis, Scrooge succeeds
not as the traditional ‘feel good’
holiday film, but as a morality play of timeless and universal appeal; its
lessons, hard taught and even harder learnt by a mostly unapologetic man made
to rediscover his own humanity.
VCI Home
Entertainment has re-released Scrooge
on Blu-ray for its 60th Anniversary in 2011. Previously the company put out an
‘emerald edition’ DVD and Blu-ray
that left much to be desired. But the 60th Anniversary yields a gorgeous 1080p
transfer, mostly crisp and with a startling amount of clarity and fine detail
throughout. The gray scale is beautifully rendered with exceptional tonality.
Fine details pop and film grain is very accurately reproduced. On occasion, the
image can appear slightly soft, mostly during SFX shots where the ghostly
apparitions appear as transparencies against solid backgrounds. This, however,
is negligible and mostly forgivable. We also get a minute hint of edge
enhancement. It’s not distracting, but it is there and shouldn’t be! The audio
is mono and presented at an acceptable listening level. VCI has packed this disc with extras: several
extensive featurettes chronicling the gestation, history, and making of the
movie; a brief retrospective on Alastair Sim’s career, an in-depth critique
with historian Christopher Fraeling, an audio commentary and trailers to boot.
Truly, a joyous stocking stuffer for the holidays. One pet peeve: VCI precedes this
presentation with an interminably long preview for other titles available from
them that CANNOT be fast forwarded or skipped. Dumb and annoying! Bottom line:
highly recommended!
FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)
5+
VIDEO/AUDIO
4
EXTRAS
3.5
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