Queen of the Blues

source: Queen of the Blues

Moviecut—Queen of the Blues

As this was being filmed, Mary Millington was sliding into drugs, debt and suicide - quite impossible to believe, watching the confident blonde * performing at her peak in the last days of her life. The story is just an ordinary floor-show in a Soho club. Basement bar-room, piped music, dirty old men, a gaggle of hard-bitten hookers exchanging cynical humour behind a flimsy curtain, and the heavy mob never out of sight for long. If you wanted to be generous, you could call it 'cinema verité'. Others might just call it fly-on-the-wall. The club has been bought by two brothers, on the proceeds of an unexpectedly generous gift of cash from their uncle, of whose business affairs they know nothing. But where's there's brass, there's muck, and the brothers soon get the offer they (supposedly) can't refuse from Mr. Nice and Mr. Nasty, played by the laddish Felix Bowness and the murderous Milton Reid. The brothers are very poorly cast, especially the leader, played by the wimpish John East whose attempts to intimidate the gangsters are pathetically unconvincing. He is almost as bad trying to impersonate Max Miller during the intervals, actually wearing one of the great man's suits. (Incredibly, the two men had been close friends.) The elbow-game is looking like a walkover by the mob until the surprise-ending, which we can't divulge, but which reveals how the uncle made his fortune. Try counting how many times Felix Bowness says "Cor, I'd like to get a load of that", and you'll gather that neither the plot nor the dialogue are exactly rich with subtlety. The opening theme is obviously a cut-price imitation of 'The Stripper', and the various acts are accompanied by the usual cod-oriental snake-charmer music. And while you expect a strip-club receptionist to have seen it all, the mysterious Geraldine Hooper manages to look shocked every time.

For those not in the know Mary Millington was the UKs most famous adult film and magazine star. She was responsible for millions of magazine sales and is also one of the stars of the film which is credited as having the longer ever cinema run, 1977s Come Play With Me. A documentary about her life called Respectable chronicles her life, loves and battles with the anti-* movement spearheaded by Mary Whitehouse. Its well worth seeing. Queen of Blues is the last film she appeared in before she is reported to have committed suicide, citing worries about going to jail, tax issues and police harassment. She ran her own sex shop in London where she would also serve her fans and customers personally. According to her documentary she would also sell under the counter materials which gained her the attention of the police resulting in raids however she was a libertarian and campaigned to make adult materials available at a time when the UK had the most draconian laws in Europe. At the time of filming Queen of the Blues Mary was reportedly hooked on drugs and being arrested regularly for shoplifting, her mental health was unravelling. However there is nothing on screen that suggests any of this this was affecting her performance. The film itself is basically a UK version of Teaserama, the Betty Paige movie. Its mainly consists of strippers or burlesque dancers if you prefer, doing their routines on stage to sort commercial disco while older men drink while they watch. This is roughly 60% of the movie which is only a min or so over being an hours length. There is very little dialogue or story. A stand up comedian also introduces the girls and tells jokes which are very much of their time. The backstory is really paper thin and revolves around the club owners being pressured into paying protection money while a side story is concerned with one of the club owners trying to work over his hangups in the bedroom. On release this was an X rated movie however its very tame by todays standards, some flesh on show but thats it. Queen of the Blues is actually a good snapshot of a period of UK history with one of its biggest stars at the time. Its not a high quality movie but it is a good representation of popular culture, warts and all. Its also an important film as its the last outing for Mary Millington, who seems to have been forgotten by many despite the huge following she had during the 70s. If you are curious about this time in the UK and have never heard of Mary, watch the documentary about her life and then watch her films. It certainly puts a different spin on it and a life as short as her dying at age 33 in such tragic circumstances should not be forgotten. Especially when she was part of so many peoples lives. (even if they wont admit it!) Watch it for Mary!

Shockingly poor mixture of strip show footage (most of it filmed from a static position away from the action) and gangland melodrama. Two brothers - big and small, the long and the short of it - invest their dirty old man uncle's money in a strip club. Two gangsters - a naff joker and a bald meathead - turn up demanding protection money. Eventually, after much repetition of threats and stripping plus the odd half-hearted sex scene with the little brother, uncle turns up and announces that he's got the heavies called off as his money all itself comes from the protection racket. And that's the end of that. The film was clearly shoved together with as little care, attention and love as could humanly be imagined. As if the plot wasn't poorly conceived enough, the "script" shoves in a few scenes where the girls are scared of a ghost (!), some backstage banter (the only scenes where the film's name star, Mary Millington, has any dialogue) and much too much cheeky chappy "comedy" compèring from the long tall brother; this and much of the rest of the dialogue is littered by the worst jokes you will ever find yourself insulted by. This long tall brother is played by the offensive bit-part player John M. East, a down-at-heel nob who was surely the least deserving leading man to ever disgrace a British cinema screen. This slipshod film was made at the fag end of the British sex comedy boom. After being stung by the flop of the execrable Confessions from the David Galaxy Affair, pornographer turned film producer David Sullivan decided not to hire a better director or scriptwriter but rather to keep the same careless creeps and simply give them less cash to squander. The result is cheap and sordid trash, reeking with contempt for both the girls who are forced to demean themselves by doing nothing but strip for the poorly-placed camera and an audience who were being asked to part with their hard-earned cash for this tat. Millington killed herself soon after this was in the can (perhaps she saw a cut of it?) but Sullivan continued to hire rogues to make what are presumably even worse films for a few more years.

source: Queen of the Blues

Shockingly poor mixture of strip show footage (most of it filmed from a static position away from the action) and gangland melodrama. Two brothers - big and small, the long and the short of it - invest their dirty old man uncle's money in a strip club. Two gangsters - a naff joker and a bald meathead - turn up demanding protection money. Eventually, after much repetition of threats and stripping plus the odd half-hearted sex scene with the little brother, uncle turns up and announces that he's got the heavies called off as his money all itself comes from the protection racket. And that's the end of that. The film was clearly shoved together with as little care, attention and love as could humanly be imagined. As if the plot wasn't poorly conceived enough, the "script" shoves in a few scenes where the girls are scared of a ghost (!), some backstage banter (the only scenes where the film's name star, Mary Millington, has any dialogue) and much too much cheeky chappy "comedy" compèring from the long tall brother; this and much of the rest of the dialogue is littered by the worst jokes you will ever find yourself insulted by. This long tall brother is played by the offensive bit-part player John M. East, a down-at-heel nob who was surely the least deserving leading man to ever disgrace a British cinema screen. This slipshod film was made at the fag end of the British sex comedy boom. After being stung by the flop of the execrable Confessions from the David Galaxy Affair, pornographer turned film producer David Sullivan decided not to hire a better director or scriptwriter but rather to keep the same careless creeps and simply give them less cash to squander. The result is cheap and sordid trash, reeking with contempt for both the girls who are forced to demean themselves by doing nothing but strip for the poorly-placed camera and an audience who were being asked to part with their hard-earned cash for this tat. Millington killed herself soon after this was in the can (perhaps she saw a cut of it?) but Sullivan continued to hire rogues to make what are presumably even worse films for a few more years.

Mary Millington was a useless 'actress'. Flat, monotone voice. Seedy woman. Very ordinary looking. You could tell she was on drugs. Dead eyes. The men were as sexy as cabbages!!!!

As this was being filmed, Mary Millington was sliding into drugs, debt and suicide - quite impossible to believe, watching the confident blonde * performing at her peak in the last days of her life. The story is just an ordinary floor-show in a Soho club. Basement bar-room, piped music, dirty old men, a gaggle of hard-bitten hookers exchanging cynical humour behind a flimsy curtain, and the heavy mob never out of sight for long. If you wanted to be generous, you could call it 'cinema verité'. Others might just call it fly-on-the-wall. The club has been bought by two brothers, on the proceeds of an unexpectedly generous gift of cash from their uncle, of whose business affairs they know nothing. But where's there's brass, there's muck, and the brothers soon get the offer they (supposedly) can't refuse from Mr. Nice and Mr. Nasty, played by the laddish Felix Bowness and the murderous Milton Reid. The brothers are very poorly cast, especially the leader, played by the wimpish John East whose attempts to intimidate the gangsters are pathetically unconvincing. He is almost as bad trying to impersonate Max Miller during the intervals, actually wearing one of the great man's suits. (Incredibly, the two men had been close friends.) The elbow-game is looking like a walkover by the mob until the surprise-ending, which we can't divulge, but which reveals how the uncle made his fortune. Try counting how many times Felix Bowness says "Cor, I'd like to get a load of that", and you'll gather that neither the plot nor the dialogue are exactly rich with subtlety. The opening theme is obviously a cut-price imitation of 'The Stripper', and the various acts are accompanied by the usual cod-oriental snake-charmer music. And while you expect a strip-club receptionist to have seen it all, the mysterious Geraldine Hooper manages to look shocked every time.

Difficult to believe that people actually paid money to watch this rubbish.The only point of interest for me is that John East was a max miller impersonator,that's why his jokes are so old.