ENDLESS NIGHT: Blu-ray (EMI/British Lion, 1972) Indicator/Powerhouse

Longwinded, tedious and stricken with a certain aberrant ennui almost from the moment the main titles fade away, Sidney Gilliat’s swan song, Endless Night (1972), take a valiant stab at one of Dame Agatha Christie’s latter-day thrillers, but misses the mark entirely for generating any kind of suspense. Difficult to say where the fault lies. Christie’s novel, published in late 1968, was well-received (as were virtually all of the authoress’ works while she lived – a very prolific and popular writer, indeed), and the cast features, among others, a ravishing teenage Hayley Mills, sultry Britt Ekland, aged George Sanders, and Per Oscarsson, who, in the role of the dying architect is superb. Fair enough, the slightly spurious romantic male lead, Hywel Bennett is a little on the dull and goony side of what then passed for uber-masculinity. But otherwise, he holds his own in a screenplay – also by Gilliat – that adheres rather slavishly to Christie’s proses with few artistic embellishments. Gilliat’s career dated all the way back to the mid-1930’s; first, as a scriptwriter, most notably with Frank Launder on Hitchcock’s classy classic, The Lady Vanishes (1938) and then, Carol Reed’s Night Train to Munich (1940). Launder and Gilliat made their co-directorial debut on Millions Like Us (1943), and from 1945 on, Gilliat also assumed the role of producer, beginning with The Rake's Progress, which he wrote and directed. Multi-talented to say the least, Gilliat and Launder would go on to make 40 films together, many for their own indie production house. While Launder’s strengths favored comedy, Gilliat’s lent an air of sophistication to comedy-thrillers and dramas.
There is precious little humor – even irony – in Endless Night – almost as sparse in its devotion to suspense. Hence, we are left with a drama of sorts, as Hayley Mill’s green rich girl, Ellie Thomsen steadily begins to unravel the secrets of her newlywed hubby’s past, only to succumb to a terrible fate for her curiosity. Mills, who engaged audiences with her enigmatic presence as the child star of Tiger Bay (1959) before going on to become the beloved Disney ingenue in such classics as Pollyanna (1960) and The Parent Trap (1961) had, by 1972, blossomed into womanhood. That the rest of us still saw her as that precocious blonde moppet of Walt’s creation did not exactly help to advance Mills’ prospects as a movie star after she left childhood behind.  Even so, in viewing her performance in Endless Night, it is impossible to let go of that indelibly etched image of Mills as the precocious and wide-eyed child of yore. So, her kittenish motivations toward the brooding and occasionally belligerent drifter, Michael Rogers (Hywel Bennett) just seem slightly off and a tad blue.
The plot of Endless Night is fairly straight-forward. The ambitious Rogers, a lowly chauffeur, aspires to a better life. And why not? He’s smart, fair-haired and young - all the shining attributes that ought to make for a great success in life. Except he is in England, where social caste dictates position, and, men of the working class rarely, if ever, rise above their station to become true gentlemen. But Michael’s prospects are about to improve after a chance meeting with Ellie. She is broad-minded and instantly smitten with the young man. Owing to her station in life – an heiress, set to inherit a pile of money – Ellie initially keeps her wealth a secret from Michael, whom she suspects to be a fortune hunter. Gradually, however, he confides in her his dreams of building a magnificent estate on a particular plot of land on the Devon coast. Love wins out. Ellie can see Michael for the man that he is (or rather, ‘thinks’ he is) and reveals her truest self to him. The two evolve their whirlwind romance with the aid of Ellie’s companion, Greta (the dulcet and intoxicating, Britt Ekland) and eventually are married, despite the strenuous objections of Ellie’s family. In short order, Ellie hires the noted architect, Rudolf Santonix (Oscarsson) to fulfill Michael’s dreams of owning that fashionable estate in Devon. The house built for the newlyweds is fabulous and stately. Alas, life on these grounds will not be all cherries and feathers.
The couple discover that the plot on which their dream abode now sits was formerly known as ‘Gypsy Acres’ and rumored to harbor a centuries-old curse, sure to afflict their ever-lasting happiness. At first, things progress as they should. The young couple ingratiate themselves to the locals, including Dr. Phillpot (Aubrey Richards). But Ellie’s step-mama, Cora Walker Brown (Lois Maxwell), and her new husband, Reuben (Peter Bowles) remains critical of Michael, mostly because he stands in their way of sharing Ellie’s inheritance. Repeatedly, the young newlyweds are forewarned their happy home is doomed.  Shortly after moving in, strange things do begin to happen. Increasingly intimidated by these incidents, which Michael dismisses outright as ‘coincident’, Ellie invites Greta to come and stay with them for an undisclosed period. Michael is not pleased and does his level best to make Greta uncomfortable in her stay. Ellie’s fears will not be assuaged, however.  After a particularly nasty ‘accident’, Ellie becomes convinced her life is in danger. As no one takes this seriously, although suspicion lingers until Ellie is discovered dead in the woods from an apparent fall off her horse. At the inquest, the coroner deduces the cause of death as a combination of injuries incurred in the fall after an attack of acute heart failure.
A seemingly distraught Michael endures the skepticism of Ellie’s most trusted adviser, Andrew Lippincott (the marvelous George Sanders), but endeavors to claim the inheritance as his own. The inference that something far more sinister is afoot is compounded when Michael visits Santonix in hospital; the architect, expiring with more questions than answers. Of course, we eventually learn of Michael’s darker intent – having met the penniless Greta long ago in Italy, and fallen madly in love, ushering her into Ellie’s confidences and plotting to ingratiate himself into the fold, all the while, scheming with his mistress to murder his wife and take over her fortune. Predictably, greed won out; Michael, poisoning Ellie’s allergy medication - the slow-acting cyanide killing her during her ride. And while it appears – at least, on the surface, that Michael and Greta have everything they always wanted, Michael is plagued by visions of Ellie on the open road leading to Gypsy Acres. His imagination runs wild, and soon he fears he is losing his mind. Greta insidiously challenges this notion, admonishing Michael for his sudden attack of conscience. Her humiliation is more than Michael can bear. He snaps, strangling Greta and thereafter, awaiting the inevitable - to be found out for the murder of his wife.
Endless Night is a fairly ponderous and not terribly prepossessing mystery/thriller. It lacks in any sort of impetus to generate the necessary sparks of suspense. While Dame Christie’s reputation as a mystery writer has endured, despite changing times and tastes, her verve for the traditional ‘locked room’ thriller is decidedly at odds with director, Gilliat’s pacing herein. Gilliat is utterly incapable of creating the sort of hairpin twists and turns that help an audience piece together the mystery for themselves, while taking everyone on an emotional roller coaster ride. Instead of instilling a sense of mounting dread, Gilliat gives us a fairly competent set-up in the first 20 minutes or so, but then bungles the situation with a lot of gushing soap opera clichĂ©s. His screenplay is a wordy mess, too heavily veiled in inferences to actually raise the eyebrow, at least as much as the hemline of John Furniss’ costuming. Shot mostly on location, in Christie's Auction House, London, the West Country, and, Il San Pietro di Positano, Positano, Italy, the picture has the necessary glamour. The estate at Grim’s Dyke, as example, is lavishly appointed, with a lot of atmosphere, utterly squandered as Gilliat stages some talkie scenes before these elegant trappings, hoping the audience will not notice how much exposition is merely dealt with in a pedestrian fashion. Christie’s novel, although adhering to her time-honored principles as a writer, was hardly a connect-the-dots affair. Gilliat’s handling of the first and second act make it all seem matter-of-fact and boring at best. He pussyfoots around the story, never drawing his audience nearer to the clarity in Christie’s original tale. But his bunching together of all the more pertinent plot devices in the last act, provides neither the big build-up nor dĂ©nouement one expects. Add to this Bernard Hermann’s Vertigo knock-off underscore, and Endless Night becomes an interminable experience to wade through. Dame Christie, who was initially excited by the prospect of seeing one of her masterworks brought to the screen, was to have her elation deflated upon seeing the finished movie. A box office bomb in Britain, Endless Night’s American premiere was cancelled as a result, although curiously, the picture was eventually screened in Denmark and Finland, two years later.
Endless Night will arrive on Blu-ray state’s side via Kino Lorber. There is already a region-B locked disc available through Indicator/Powerhouse in the U.K. The 1080p transfers will likely be identical.  Described as a ‘new restoration from a 4K scan’, Endless Night sports a rather pleasing, if marginally thick image, likely in keeping with Harry Waxman’s original cinematography. For the most part, colors are robust and pleasing. Flesh tones look especially solid, and greens, yellows and reddish browns are favored with gorgeous layers and texturing. There are some visible age-related artifacts, but on the whole, the image is exceptionally clean and free from their distractions. A lot of Waxman’s efforts here are shot through a slightly diffused filter. The Blu-ray reproduces this effect. The Indicator disc has a PCM encoded 1.0 audio. The Indicator is also chocked full of extras, including an extensive audio-only BEHP Interview with Sidney Gilliat from 1990, and another, almost as compelling with composer, Bernard Herrmann. Indicator also produced three new – if very brief – interview pieces: the first, featuring the always gracious and winsome, Hayley Mills, another, favoring composer, Howard Blake, a disciple of Herrmann, and finally, an appreciation of Herrmann’s work by author/historian, Neil Sinyard.  All this is lost on the Kino release – presumably, owing to rights issues. In their stead we will get a new audio commentary from film historians, Howard S. Berger and Nathaniel Thompson. Bottom line: Endless Night is a fairly pointless thriller with a few bright spots peppered in. A sincere pity some sort of agreement could not have been reached with Kino to distribute this disc with all of Indicator’s extras ported over. Bottom line: pass, and be glad that you did.
FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)
1.5
VIDEO/AUDIO
4
EXTRAS

4

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