The Disney-fication of classic stories works against, rather than for, most adaptations of Lewis Carroll’s classic children’s story. Tim Burton’s films artfully create backstory, but also forces a rigid adventure structure onto Alice’s various forays; part of the charm of the written-word versions is that Alice’s adventures deliberately don’t make a great deal of sense. Writer/director William Sterling’s 1972 adaptation is reasonably faithful to the book, and while the result doesn’t exactly flow, it has a few magical moments that make it worth a look.
Before her Bond fame, Fiona Fullerton makes a wide-eyed and wholesome Alice, introduced as she lapses into the slumber that generates her dreams. Cinematographer Geoffrey Unsworth won a BAFTA for his work here, and although the prints are never great for this film, some of the effects are striking, notably the way Alice seems to increase and decrease in size without use of green (or blue circa 1972) screen.
Much of the other trick-work is awful, and the songs don’t quite capture the melodies of John Barry’s score. But cameos abound, as the episodic nature of the adventures allow; Peter Sellers and Dudley Moore squabble as the March Hare and the Dormouse, while Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’s child catcher Robert Helpmann is the Mad Hatter. Roy Kinnear is the Cheshire cat, Spike Milligan is the Gryphon, and Michael Horden, Ralph Richardson, Dennis Price, Flora Robson all contribute; it’s not always easy to see who is who under the make-up, which has similarities to the 2019 Cats movie, but the costumes are striking.
Carroll’s story has always been to pin down; there are specific meanings to be parsed from the elliptical characters, but the meanings are hardly relevant. Alice’s adventures defy logic, like a David Lynch film, and perhaps that’s why we still enjoy them. This 1972 British version has all but vanished, and yet it must have been a prestige production of its day. Perhaps the mustiness of the enterprise is not for kids, but for nostalgic adults, it’s got an off-kilter energy that feels true to Carroll’s whimsical attitudes.
Remember this as a good solid effort. FF was being groomed as a new big star and it was an attempt to take on Disney, always a difficult ask. Can remember more of the movie than the songs.
It’s more true to the story than most. And that cast makes it watchable.
Always a film that depends on the supporting cast. Not necessarily the best way to launch a career as FF discovered.
How come YOU get to watch it when it was made by AMERICAN National Enterprises? Sounds like a commie move to me!
I’ve got my eye on you buster, don’t think I don’t….
I visited Lenin’s embalmed corpse in Moscow, does that sound like a ‘commie’ to you?
Sure as shootin’ it does!
So how’d a good american film like this get into commie hands?
You’re an espionage double agent, aren’t you? That would fit into the weirdness of this film.
No real agent would admit to being one. I just happen to be a normal person who drives a gondola that turns into a hovercraft. It’s just a question of appearances.
Ahhh, the good old hovergondola. I heard the upkeep and maintenance is a real bear though. How often do you have to change the batteries?
It’s solar powered by a satellite that looks a lot like the ones you hear about that much up other satellites. But it’s not any kind of secret agent business.
Munch up.
A strange looking movie.
It is odd.
Fun Fact – for several years I participated as a character in the Pittsburgh Zoo’s Halloween Haunted House for kids. I was the Queen of Hearts and modeled myself after Helen Bonham Carter, screaming “OFF WITH HIS HEAD” to all the kids that passed by. Many ran away, a few cried (to my dismay) and some came through the house again and agains, running up to me and saying “what are you doing to do to me?” so that I would scream at them again.
You should have had an axe….
She chopped heads off, The Queen of Hearts. It’s all a parody of real life events we’ve all forgotten now. The specific meaning has been cast aside.
https://a.pinatafarm.com/620×465/b3e17199ab/pepperidge-farms-remembers.jpg
awwww, it didn’t show up as a picture. Why does it sometimes show up and sometime not? Any idea?
There is a picture, I can see it!
Huh, now THAT is weird. I wonder if it’s my computer. Well, thanks for letting me know.
I saw what you did.
Pepperidge Farms remembers everything……. everything.
Oh what is REALLY weird is that I can only see the picture in the reader on my iPad, in the reader on my computer it’s just a link, and on Dix’s site proper. 🤷♀️
Ok, let me check on my phone…..
* elevator music plays in the back ground *
son of a monkey! I can see it in the app on my phone.
So it is WordPress.com. Of course it is, sigh….
So this kind of thing leads to many pointless conversations. Pics and texts may appear differently, because of how they are posted, but also because of the browser or app they are being viewed on. My writings are generally perfect, but the illusion of shoddy writing and typos can be created if viewed on the wrong equipment. faCt!
So, what you’re saying is that Booky and I are having a pointless conversation?? And your typos are just that, nothing to do with ‘wrong equipment.’
Sigh. That was a JOKE. No conversation with a mind as fluid as Booky could ever be pointless.
I did wonder.
I was threatened with going to jail when I tried that at a group of kids at the mall. That’s totally no fair…
Exhibit B, your honour, the prosecution rests.
Were the kids from Massachusetts?
Nah, then I would have needed that axe Fraggle was talking about 😉
I submit the above as exhibit A, and if it pleases the court, we’ll adjourn for lunch.
I was a marine in the Alien War. People lost their minds in dark tunnels being escorted by actors playing Space Marines. Once we got them out, they’d join the queue to go round again. Very hard to saunter around when in pitch dark with stone lights, blaring sound and a figure in an alien costume bearing down on you. But the nightmares you’d get from a forty performance day…
Lunch at 10.30am? I think that’s more like brunch.
Ok, well, I’ll allow it this time, brunch then?
I wonder how the kids remember it.