My week with Marilyn and my opinions!!

I'm going to talk about acting again so switch off if this is not your bag. However, I am on line as a Hollywood actor and novice novelist; the two things that everybody thinks they are experts at because they watch films and read books.

I don't live in Hollywood any more but I can still write as a Hollywood actor can't I; can't I?

There are a lot of actors who choose a voice and then go for it and some people think that's good. At the risk of being told I am going on about her too much, Meryl Streep is such and so are Michael Sheen and Daniel Day Lewis.

The difference between the latter two is that DDL uses a voice he has heard somewhere, like the John Huston voice he used in There Will be Blood whereas when Michael Sheen plays someone he uses what he thinks is their voice – like David Frost and Brian Clough.

He also played Kenneth Williams where the voice, even though I only saw clips of it, wasn't as good as all the impressions people of my age had become used to over the years – and being bored by it I have to say. Bit like hearing another impression of Frank Spencer!!!!

Some of the great recent performances of real people, in my humble opinion, have been by Trevor Eve as Hughie Green in Hughie Green, Most Sincerely, Ken Stott who played Tony Hancock in Hancock and Joan and Jason Isaacs who played Harry H Corbet in the Steptoe & Son bio film The Curse of Steptoe all on BBC TV.

You see the difference between the first three and the second three is that the first three are impressions and the latter are from the soul.

When Geoffrey Rush played Peter Sellers in The Life and Death of Peter Sellers, he looked nothing like him, sounded nothing like him but he played Peter Sellers brilliantly.
When Michael Sheen played Brian Clough he did the Mike Yarwood version and made Clough in to a clown – which he wasn't – but it worked for me and was very funny; but it wasn't acting. He is playing Hamlet at The Young Vic at the moment and is getting great reviews so what do I know?

Anyway I need to get back to the point whatever that is – and by the way Mike Yarwood was a famous impressionist in the 1970s – a bit like the Canadian, Rich Little.

All of the above, apart from Daniel Day Lewis, played real people in those roles and it has been argued that their performances were little more than impressions

I saw the movie My Week with Marilyn recently and I thought it was wonderful; I thought the girl, Michelle Williams, played a really good Marilyn without doing any kind of impression at all; there was a moment when she was out with the protagonist at Windsor Castle, and she was being herself when they suddenly bumped in to the workers of the castle and she 'turned' Marilyn on; the character Marilyn off stage became the public figure.
The protagonist in the film is supposed to be the son of the famous historian Sir Kenneth Clarke who was famous for his massive TV series Civilisation in the 1960s – 1970s.

Also in the movie is Kenneth Branagh playing Laurence Olivier.

Now Laurence Olivier is one of the two actors who influenced more actors in the twentieth century than anybody; the other actor being Marlon Brando. Brando influenced the Americans and Olivier the English.

Sometimes the English actors who hated Olivier would worship Brando and vice versa with the Americans.

They had opposite styles: Olivier would go from the outside in and Brando from the inside out. In other words Olivier would think how the character would walk, move, maybe give him a false nose and voice and think of what accent he may have whereas Brando would look for the soul of the character and let the other things come along naturally. Olivier probably used more false noses than anybody during his career but there were one or two characters that Brando played .on film where you couldn't recognise him at all – Tea House of the August Moon being one of them; and for the record I understood every word he said on film unlike a lot of the English who said he 'mumbled' too much.
I wasn't sure what to expect from Kenneth Branagh but I was presently surprised. He has, kind of, modelled his career on Olivier; they both directed and played on film Henry V and Hamlet.
Henry V, by Olivier, has the greatest action sequences in any film which influenced Branagh's Henry V and lots of 'horse' films including a very famous non-horse film Zulu.

So how did he play Olivier?

Very well I have to say; very funny in a subtle way with the right amount of pastiche. Laurence Oliver is reputedly to have said to Marilyn Monroe when giving her direction in The Prince and the Showgirl 'be sexy' – Kenneth Branagh played it exactly right.

Olivier looked for comedy in everything that he did; very few British actors can play Richard III without hearing his voice at the back of their minds.

When he made public speeches he would pepper his speech with Shakespeare – when he received his honorary Oscar in Hollywood he started it by saying 'Most potent grave and reverend signors . . ' the beginning of a speech by Othello and in the film Kenneth Branagh starts the 'read through' with those lines. He uses lines and speech intonations Olivier would use in Shakespeare and some words like 'dead' (when describing the look in his own eyes in movies compared to Marilyn's) is delivered exactly the same as Olivier said them in Archie Rice.

There are scenes where Olivier is putting make up onto his eyebrows whilst expressing his frustrations about Marilyn always being late, which are hilarious as he looks ridiculous half made up.

The fact is Olivier was ridiculous at this time trying to give a 'method' actress the kind of traditional direction used in the UK at the time – I think he even uses the expression 'can't you just act' which is apocryphally credited to him whilst making a movie with Dustin Hoffman.

Sybil Thorndyke, played by Judi Dench in the movie, said that Marilyn was tiny in personality and mannerisms which people hardly noticed but when you saw the results of the filming everybody could see it.

Olivier seemed to learn from her; his next role, after the movie with Marilyn Monroe, was Archie in Archie Rice; some say his greatest performance. Her next role was in Some Like it Hot – arguably the best comedy movie ever.

An Irish Family Living in Birmingham.

Marlon Brando as Napoleon.

It was strange, as a child, to be living in an Irish community in Birmingham; all our parents' friends were Irish and apart from our little nuclear family (a phrase not invented then) we had no relations; they were in Ireland.

We knew people with strange accents but they were the next door neighbours.

Our Irish community was in Balsall Heath, a kind of inner city neighbourhood, and even though there were a lot of Irish there, I saw post cards in shop windows offering digs, rooms to let and flats with the addendum 'no Irish' – but that was when I could read.

And I learned to read at Clifton Road Primary & Junior School and Dennis Road Secondary Modern Boys School.

We lived in a little cottage in a place called South View Terrace; it probably had a lovely 'south view' of Moseley Road, at one time, but looking south out of the front door we had a view of a factory/offices called Locomotors or Locomotives – they owned the property and it was to them we paid the rent. 8/11 per week which is about 45 pence.

When I started school I found that the other kids spoke differently from me – they spoke with English accents; so I kind of copied the way they spoke. I was quite good at it but a few words remained such as walk which I would pronounce as wark and work which I would say as wurk. And all the equally rhyming words – or wurds!!!

So it was strange – we would go to Dublin three times a year with our English accents and by the time we came back to England we were Irish again.

I would play football in Ireland and they would shout 'pass the ball here, English!' and I would say 'I'm not English, I'm Irish!'

Then when we returned to England I would play football there and they would shout 'pass the ball here, Irish!' and I would say 'I'm not Irish I'm English!'

The school I went to was a Church of England School (Protestant) so I didn't let anybody know that we were Catholics. My mother was always telling me that I shouldn't be ashamed of being a Catholic and even made me take a Saint Christopher Medal which I would hide in my pocket; this was all at the first school, Clifton Road, by the time I got to Dennis Road we didn't care.

In those days there was an examination working class and middle class children took at the age of 10 called the eleven plus; this was for entry into grammar school. At grammar school kids were expected to stay on at school till they were 16; at my school we would leave at the age of 15; factory fodder.

Grammar school kids would take 'O' level GCE, General Certificate of Education, exams and if they stayed on they'd take 'A' levels and 3 of those would probably get them in to University.

At our school we didn't have to take any exams at all which was fine by me as I didn't like school or exams.

When I took the eleven plus I didn't put anything on the exam papers at all; my mother's friend, Mrs Williams, was the supervising teacher and attested to this and my mother was disgusted.

Apparently I just looked through the window.

Now if there was one thing I remember about Clifton Road School it was that the windows were high and you could only see the sky; so maybe I was looking towards the stars even then.

What I discovered was that if I looked out of the window, during regular lessons, I would get a clip around the ear and told to get on with it, but in exams the teachers walked around and supervised.

So when I went Dennis Road School I entered all the external exams for other schools: grammar schools, art schools, technical schools, commercial schools – you name it. The art schools I liked best because I had to paint all day and I loved painting even though I was no good.

I didn't pass any of those exams, of course, and when I left Dennis Road I didn't have any GCEs whatsoever; but I took them much later when they were easier for me. Just the ones I fancied: English Literature, Sociology and an A/O level in film studies which was the hardest.

One day at school I was picked for the Road Safety Knowledge Team; we were put on the stage and pitted against another team and asked questions about the Highway Code; which is a road safety booklet with all the rules about road safety, which drivers in the UK still have to answer questions from to pass their driving test.

The school hall was full – maybe about 500 kids and teachers – and when they asked me a question I got it right but the question master couldn't quite get the meaning of what I was saying so I explained it in a conversational tone, something like 'you know when you cross the street . . . . .?' and as soon as I said this, the whole school erupted in peels of laughter; I saw our teacher, Mr Jones, with his head in his hands laughing.

What I said wasn't particularly funny but something struck a chord with the audience which made them laugh; it was a wonderful feeling to get such a big laugh and it really is the greatest sensation when working in comedy. I was always getting laughs in the classroom so maybe that had something to do with the big laugh I got on that day and maybe it had something to do with me taking up acting; I don't know.

One of the teachers was called Mr Forster and he was the PE teacher and dressed very fashionably; he wore drain pipe trousers, suede shoes and had a very fashionable hair cut – a bit like Marlon Brando when he played Napoleon, and the mothers would wait outside the school, just to get a glimpse of him, as he walked his class across the street for the morning assembly.

'Isn't he lovely?' they would say and he would ignore them. He had a friend in Dennis Road Junior School and I think they were both, really, actors. I have heard his name about the profession and often wondered if he was the same person. The one thing he never did, though, was to cast me in any of the school plays.

In one play I remember one of the boys played two roles and all I did was watch; I knew all the lines of all the characters but was never asked. The boy who played the 2 roles was called Robert Mapp and at one point he was supposed to go off, get changed, then come back on as his other character.

On the night the play went out in front of the audience, he came back wearing the same costume; he said later he hadn't had time to change; and there I was sitting there!!!

That was in the junior school and Forster did a cowboy play, one time, at Dennis Road that I dearly wanted to be in but I'd been chosen to sing at the Town Hall in the choir!!

Tony Curtis RIP.

If there was one thing Marlon Brando was right about it was that his favourite actor was Tony Curtis. He said he was the only actor who could smile properly and he was right.

Anybody can scream and shout and burst out crying but when it comes to something in between it's not that easy. Just look at some of the false smiles on present day movie stars and see what I mean.

There is another thing he did better than most and that was comedy; comedy acting is one of the hardest things to do in the actors' repertoire and they say 'stand up' is even harder.

Look how much he had to do and how good he is in a below par movie Boeing Boeing!

Some people say that actors like Tony Curtis and other actors like Gary Cooper, Gregory Peck and Robert Mitchum were some kind of 'personality' actors bringing their own personality to all of their roles; well so what? Great actors with great reputations do the same thing; it really is easy to play extreme characters – maniacs, mentally ill people, monsters and the like but very hard to be Cary Grant – or Tony Curtis.

I met him when I first came to live in Los Angeles; one is always a bit tentative when meeting one of your favourite actors but he was no disappointment. He was such a regular guy – and a movie fan – that it was unreal. He was also about the same size as me!!

I loved it when he came to live in Britain and did the Persuaders with Roger Moore all those years ago; if ever his character needed an alias he would use his real name Bernie Schwartz.

When I was about 16 I would go to the barber's and asked for the Tony Curtis cut – wouldn't have been the same if I'd asked for a Bernie Schwartz would it?

Actually it was the Tony Curtis, Boston DA; Tony Curtis being the hair style, the Boston being the square neck (which I hate now) and the DA was the Duck's Arse; that was the way the hair was swept around the sides to the back which looked like the back of a duck; yes the Duck's Arse which is the way the people in Minnesota say duck sauce.

Of course my dad, who's trade was a barber, when he saw the Boston, was disgusted; you've had a bleedin' neck shave, he would say.

He was right.

Bye bye Bernie!!