Britpop Cinema

From Trainspotting to This is England

Matt Glasby

• Publisher: Intellect Books
• Year: 2019
• ISBN:
  9781789380354
• Edition: 1
• Topic: Art
• Subtopic: Popular Culture in Art

The Britpop movement of the mid-1990s defined a generation, and the films were just as exciting as the music. Beginning with Shallow Grave, hitting its stride with Trainspotting, and going global with The Full Monty, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Human Traffic, Sexy Beast, Shaun of the Dead and This Is England, Britpop cinema pushed boundaries, paid Hollywood no heed and placed the United Kingdom all too briefly at the centre of the movie universe.

Featuring exclusive interviews with key players such as Simon Pegg, Irvine Welsh, Michael Winterbottom and Edgar Wright, Britpop Cinema combines eyewitness accounts, close analysis and social history to celebrate a golden age for UK film.

Chapter 1

Things Can Only Get Better

Starring: Four Weddings and a Funeral (Newell, 1994)

Chapter 1: Things Can Only Get Better

The beginning of the boom…

Charles (Hugh Grant): Do you think there really are people who can just go up and say, ‘Hi, babe, name’s Charles, this is your lucky night...’?

Matthew (John Hannah): Well, if there are, they’re not English.

Four Weddings and a Funeral

When screenwriter Colin Welland held aloft his Oscar at the 54th Academy Awards on 29 March 1982, he issued Hollywood with a friendly warning: ‘The British are coming!’ Cheekily quoting Paul Revere, who helped defeat Team GB during the American Revolution, Welland was actually referring to a more recent, and successful, British campaign. Chariots of Fire (Hudson, 1981), a historical drama about UK runners triumphing against the odds at the 1924 Olympics, won three more Oscars that evening, including Best Picture. It was the first UK film to do so since Oliver! (Reed, 1968). And when Gandhi (Attenborough, 1982) followed suit the next year, it gave credence to Welland’s claim. Unfortunately, it proved many years premature.

Throughout the late 1980s, the British film industry had little to boast about, suffering much the same fate as the rat in Riff-Raff (Loach, 1991), stamped to death by a succession of half-hearted kicks. It was, in the words of critic Alexander Walker, ‘a near-disaster area’, with investment dropping from £272 million in 1985 to under £79 million in 1989 (2005: 137–138), an unsympathetic Tory government, and plucky production companies such as Palace Pictures and Goldcrest Films collapsing left, right and centre.¹ Ironically, Goldcrest’s Revolution (Hudson, 1985), set during the same conflict that made Paul Revere a hero, was one of several costly flops that banished British film to the margins. Our only hopes seemed to come from TV stations such as the BBC and Channel 4, the film production wing of which, started in 1982 and later styled as Film4, impressed with My Beautiful Laundrette (Frears, 1985) and My Left Foot (Sheridan, 1989). But even these minor successes felt like works of the small, rather than the silver, screen.

‘When I started, the film industry was in a terrible state; terrible kitchen-sink movies of no interest to anyone’, says producer Michael Kuhn, who ran PolyGram Filmed Entertainment (hereafter PolyGram) from 1991 to 1999, perhaps the chief sponsor of the Britpop cinema boom. ‘And it seemed to collapse on itself, so instead of thinking bigger, it thought smaller’ (2016).

By the beginning of the 1990s, the country was in a terrible state too. The 1990–91 recession was the longest since the Great Depression of the 1930s, and the bleak winter of Conservative rule had been prolonged a further five years at the 1992 general election. Meanwhile, a Financial Times report estimated that American films earned ten times more than UK offerings at the British box office (Walker 2005: 166), with most indigenous efforts proving unspeakable (Carry On Columbus [Thomas, 1992]), insufferable (Peter’s Friends [Branagh, 1992]) or profoundly depressing (Naked [Leigh, 1993]). Indeed, the latter, starring David Thewlis as the sociopathic Johnny, prowling London’s purgatorial streets spitting existential poison at everyone he meets, suggested a Britain – and, by extension, a British film industry – broken beyond repair.

Even the odd genre film produced, such as the spirited, if silly, sci-fi Split Second (Maylam, 1992) and by-the-book cop drama The Young Americans (Cannon, 1993) were in thrall to the United States; featuring slumming-it international stars such as Rutger Hauer and Harvey Keitel, and treating London as just another location. ‘Not exactly Hollywood is it, sir?’ says one British lackey to Keitel’s hotshot NYC detective in The Young Americans. Director Danny Cannon clearly wished it were: his next film was the studio comic-book adaptation Judge Dredd (1995) starring Sylvester Stallone, a film so garishly overblown it made Split Second look like 2001: A Space Odyssey (Kubrick, 1968). Says Four Weddings and a Funeral producer Duncan Kenworthy:

I remember thinking that if the British film industry stopped tomorrow, nobody would notice. The audience wouldn’t notice, they’d still go to the cinema on Friday and Saturday and still be seeing the same films. If the British TV industry stopped tomorrow, however, within three days there would be riots in every city in the UK.

(2016)

In due course, Britpop cinema would produce Friday and Saturday night films aplenty, but it was the success of Four Weddings, perhaps better thought of as a Sunday night film, that ignited ‘the firestorm in UK film production, which continued to burn through the rest of the decade’ (Watson 2005: 83).

For a film that grossed $245 million worldwide (Box Office Mojo 2018e), turned lead actor Hugh Grant into a star and reinvigorated the British film industry, Four Weddings was hardly the most prepossessing of projects. ‘When I commissioned it, no one really rated its chances very highly, because it wasn’t commercial’, says David Aukin, head of film at Channel 4 from 1990 to 1998, ‘I remember I showed it to my colleagues and they said it would play alright on television’ (2016).

Formed in 1982, and co-chaired by Tim Bevan and Eric Fellner since 1992, Four Weddings’ UK production company was Working Title, which had just released a string of disappointments such as London Kills Me (Kureshi, 1991) and The Young Americans. Writer Richard Curtis, though responsible for Blackadder (1983–89, UK: BBC1), one of Britain’s best-loved sitcoms, had only The Tall Guy (Smith, 1989) on his cinematic CV. Kenworthy, meanwhile, was making his feature debut, and had been more used to working with the Muppets at Jim Henson Productions. Indeed, says Aukin:

Its prospects were rated so low that our investment, collateralized against the territory where it was least likely to perform, namely the USA, was something like £800,000. That’s how little it was thought of. The other financiers thought we were taking the wooden spoon in America. Which all goes to show, as William Goldman says, nobody knows anything.²

Inspired by the deluge of weddings he had attended over the years, Curtis split his script into five distinct sequences/services,³ to which we, the audience, are cordially invited. Combined, they tell the story of bashful London bachelor Charles and his pals, as they search for true love in the marquees of Middle England’s recently matched and dispatched. At one such gathering, Charles meets Carrie (Andie MacDowell), a glamorous American, and they start a faltering affair. The real-life inspiration, it turns out, was even more faltering. As Curtis told The Telegraph’s David Gritten:

After a dance at a wedding, for the first time ever, a girl asked me, ‘Where are you staying tonight?’ I told her and she said, ‘That’s lucky, I’m staying there, too.’ And I said, ‘But I told some friends I’d go over to their house.’ Instead of doing what any human being would do, I said, ‘I’d better go with them.’ I remember being so angry, playing Boggle with them at midnight, thinking, ‘Oh god, what might have happened in the hotel?’

(2003: n.pag.)

Charles, of course, does go to the hotel and, with Boggle left untouched, begins an on-again/off-again romance distinguished by Carrie’s flightiness and his own furious indecision. To Grant’s credit he manages to make the character’s dithering more charming than exasperating. This is, after all, a man who, out of terminal politeness or social terror, never says what he means or asks for what he wants. Even his eventual declaration of love to Carrie on London’s South Bank is a masterpiece of stammered self-sabotage: ‘In the words of David Cassidy in fact, er, while he was still with the Partridge Family, er, “I think I love you,” and, er, I just wondered by any chance you wouldn’t like to…’ he begins, before deciding, ‘No, no, no of course not’. And all this before she’s even spoken.

After years of being, as he put it, ‘the Nazi brother’ (Lamont 2014),⁴ Grant clearly relished the chance to play a romantic lead, but it almost didn’t happen. The filmmakers estimate that he was the 70th actor auditioned, and his agent demanded £5,000 more than the £35,000 offered, until Kenworthy explained there was nothing left in the budget. Though it is difficult to imagine anyone else in the role, back then Grant was hardly classic pin-up material – among his hobbies was playing football… for the V&A museum’s side. ‘We’re not the hardest team in the world’, he admitted. ‘Our left-back is keeper of seventeenth-century sculpture’ (Walker 2005: 183).

With the leading man in place, and veteran director Mike Newell (Dance with a Stranger [1985], Enchanted April [1991]) onboard, a high-profile actress was sought, because, as Kenworthy notes, ‘For all the British work it’s the American star name that gets us the budget’. Funding delays gave Curtis the chance to further sharpen his script (he claimed to have written nineteen drafts), while Newell and Kenworthy went to LA to audition actresses.

During casting, the producer found himself playing Charles to several prospective Carries, in a scene that could have come straight from Curtis’s next rom-com, Notting Hill (Michell, 1999). One of the auditionees, the wife of a very famous Hollywood actor, threw herself into the role. Recalls Kenworthy:

We were sitting in chairs opposite each other, I mean some distance apart, and then when it came to the kissing, she just got up out of the chair and kissed me, and I thought, ‘Fuck, what do I do?’ Of course, the last thing to do was embarrass her by laughing, so I had to get out of my chair and kiss her back. Mike had his fist stuffed in his mouth trying to stifle this laugh and the camera was shaking. At the end we all laughed and she said that her husband had been away for a long time and she thought when she flew down, ‘I wanna kiss someone today!’ so she did. But she didn’t get the part! She came that close. That nearly swung it.

Eventually, back in London, the filmmakers met with model-turned-actress Andie MacDowell, star of Green Card (Weir, 1991) and Groundhog Day (Reitman, 1993), who was offered the role for a correspondingly large fee. Not that it mattered. When Four Weddings was released in 1994, it was Grant, Curtis and the British film industry that were the biggest beneficiaries. And not necessarily in that order.

While the finished film is about as far from the Britpop cinema that followed as it is from the cutting edge, if you squint your eyes, there are similarities. Four Weddings does indeed begin with a chase – although it is Charles and his flatmate Scarlett (Charlotte Coleman) swearily speeding to church in her Mini, rather than Scottish junkies or Welsh joy-riders. It also features a gang, each of whom is looking to escape their circumstances. Although again, it is singledom rather than economic depression that is the problem, and they are not ‘gang members’ so much as landed gentry: more Peter’s friends than Renton’s.

Despite being set among the upper/upper-middle classes, Curtis’s script is, in other respects, unusually inclusive. Charles’ brother David (David Bower) is deaf, as is Bower himself, providing the film’s (silent) voice of reason through sign language; a nice touch. Gay couple Gareth (Simon Callow) and Matthew are the best-suited pair of the lot, although you do not need to be Inspector Rebus to work out which one will not make it to the end credits.⁵ Four Weddings also has a noteworthy soundtrack, although it is the ceremony-friendly Elton John and Wet Wet Wet⁶ rather than Iggy Pop and Underworld.

The Conservatives, under the moderate but much-mocked John Major, clung on to power until 1997, but as Guardian writer Tim Adams notes, there is something of: ‘New Labour’s shiny, happy geography in what we have come to know as Curtisland […] an apolitical place, full of can-do possibility, obsessed with the educated middle class, perfectly relaxed about the filthy rich, much more in love with sentiment than ideas, and insatiable in its optimism’ (2009).

Adams may be overstating the latter quality, but the film is consistently funny. At the opening wedding, Charles and Carrie are interrupted by the hapless John (Simon Kunz). ‘How’s your gorgeous girlfriend?’ asks Charles. ‘She’s no longer my girlfriend…’ John begins. ‘Ah, dear. I wouldn’t be too gloomy about it…’ says Charles, before making a joke about her rumoured infidelity. ‘She’s now my wife’, finishes John, suitably deflated. Later, Charles introduces himself to a dotty old man (Kenneth Griffith), only to be told, ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Charles died 20 years ago!’ Charles, clearly not deceased, ventures, ‘Must be a different Charles, I think.’ Which only enervates the man more. ‘Are you telling me I don’t know my own brother?!’ he harrumphs. ‘No,’ agrees Charles, too polite to argue his own existence.

In these scenes, Grant pitches his performance perfectly, making the most of Curtis’s finely honed material. As the actor told the BBC’s Sian Kirwan, ‘The reason I turn down 99 per cent of a hundred, I mean a thousand, scripts is because romantic comedies are often very romantic but seldom very funny’ (2014).

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Table of contents

• Cover Page
• Title Page
• Copyright
• Author’s Note
• Contents
• Foreword
• Acknowledgements
• Introduction: Don’t Look Back in Anger
• Chapter 1: Things Can Only Get Better
• Chapter 2: Do You Remember the First Time?
• Chapter 3: The Day We Caught the Train
• Chapter 4: A Life Less Ordinary
• Chapter 5: Staying Out for the Summer
• Chapter 6: The Drugs Don’t Work
• Chapter 7: Caught by the Fuzz
• Chapter 8: Chemical World
• Chapter 9: Anyone Can Play Guitar
• Chapter 10: The Living Dead
• Chapter 11: Three Lions
• Chapter 12: Everything Must Go
• Epilogue: Don’t Look Back into the Sun
• References
• Index