Rattle of a Simple Man

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I think this is an excellent film. It reflects events that most young men experience during their lifetime. A sort of right of passage! Or, it did for me. This film brings back long forgotten memories from a distant past. As, I too come from Manchester! The acting is brilliant with full marks going to Harry H. Corbett, Diane Cilento and Michael Medwin. I can relate to each of these characters as they each give a very convincing performance for what is in reality a low budget sixties production. Muriel Box is the director. She was one of Britain's most prolific directors during the 1950/60's. Sadly, this was her last effort as a director. She passed away in 1991. I love the pathos and the humour this comedy/drama evokes over 96 minutes. I hope you feel the same as I did after watching the film. Especially if like me you were born in the post war era and grew up during the 1960's. A great little movie.

I was reminded of this film today in an article from the Guardian newspaper. I saw it at the age of 13 in the local fleapit, now a listed art deco building. I'm pretty sure it came with an X certificate, but I was big for my age and got in to many restricted shows - I'd got into The Birds a few months earlier. I also seem to recall that it was the "B" film and that I rated it far higher than the "A" film. I was blown away. I only recall snippets now. Percy's petting of a cat. Mum's running to deliver a packed lunch. The rough lads and their baiting. I could empathise with Percy because although I ran with some yobs, I was also studious and had to keep a tight rein on being an outsider. To my unformed mind, the conversation between Percy and Cyrenne was the love story of the century. I was utterly transfixed. And then (no spoilers) the ending. I haven't seen it since. Who knows if I'd rate it as highly the second time round? However, it's stayed in my memory all these years, especially the way Corbett transformed himself from his part in Steptoe and Son to this naïve put upon virgin. If one could shed the baggage of sixty years, I'd say watch it. But I don't think I'd be able to, so the film will remain as a memory of my youth.

Odd little film,obviously from a stage play. Like the backward cousin of the grim up north films from the early 60s. Needless to say,an enjoyable 90 minutes,if only to watch the absolutely gorgeous Ms Cilento .

I've seen this film twice over the years on the late night movies and would gladly buy a copy but it doesn't seem to be available on VHS anywhere from anybody - and believe me, I've looked! This is a pity because for a low budget film in black and white, most of which takes place between two people in one room, it succeeds in holding your interest as you really care what happens to the two principals. The movie takes you on an emotional roller coaster ride as you laugh and cry with them through their hopes, anger, fears and dreams. I would rate this as a 10 out of 10.

The story line is almost irrelevant in this touching tale of two completely unrelated people who, by chance, come together and find that, indeed, opposites do attract. Harry H.Corbett, literally on the verge of debuting the role of Harold Steptoe, preludes facets of that character in his role as Percy, the "simple" man who turns out to be anything but. Diane Cilento as Cyrenne excels as the world-wise lady of the night who, possibly, craves the stability of a life she's overly quick to deride. I love this charming little character study - and it includes one of the most poignant lines in the history of movies, hidden away as it is in a film long since forgotten. "I'm 39. You came along too late" he says to Cyrenne , as he realises the opportunity of a life outwith the confines of the cotton mill and his mother's strings could only ever be a fantasy....or is it? Cue the delightful last scene. Don't miss this. Do what you have to do to view it.

I saw the "The Rattle of A Simple Man" probably in the North Atlantic in December of 1965 and still sit up when I hear or read the name of Diane Cilento. She and the movie made that big an impression on me! I've certainly been a fan of British film ever since. As a 21 year old soldier coming back from Europe on the troop ship USNS General Maurice Rose, I saw the film sitting on the cold hard floor of one of the ship's spaces. I'm not even sure there was a screen; the film may just have been projected on one of the walls of the compartment, and as the ship rocked and rolled over the waves, so, too, did the film. Besides immediately falling in love with Diane Cilento, I can still remember being amazed that the U.S. military - not exactly a paragon of intellect or sophistication, especially in those years - was actually showing this English film to the troops. After all, I had just spent several years of enduring the Army's favoring the commentary of Paul Harvey on Armed Forces Radio and of reading the Army's self-serving coverage in the European Stars and Stripes newspaper. There is an atmosphere of Britain transmitted in this film that doesn't even exist in Britain, itself, anymore. I hope you enjoy the film now as much as I did then.

Very much a leftover from the 1950s - much the same as the football rattle itself.Indeed if you ever attended a match where football rattles were the weapons of choice for the supporters,you may well remember "Rattle of a simple man" as a pretty daring and racy movie for your local Odeon to put on.Forty five years on, when what former Manchester United captain Mr Roy Keane referred to as the "Prawn Sandwich Brigade" of Southern - based stockbrokers seem to dominate that great old club,simple rosette-wearing,rattle-carrying supporters like Mr Harry H Corbett(so named to distinguish him from the puppeteer and inventor of "Sooty" Mr Harry Corbett) are as extinct as "man of the people" footballers,both species victims of the greed that dominates the once fine old game. But in 1964 rattles were still de rigeur(I carried a claret and blue one to the Cup Final that year without seeming in the slightest an anachronism.) Whenever fans came en masse to London a visit to Soho was obligatory.I'm sure many a pimp's eyes sparkled when the lads - and it was always lads, were "up for 't' cup". Innocent Mr Corbett is egged on by his pals to go with tart (The beautiful and sexy Miss Diane Cilento).In a cross between the warmth of Priestley and the irony of Maugham the story unfolds very satisfactorily helped no end by two vital and moving performances by the leads. Because the Swinging Sixties had yet to be invented there is no sexual frankness,no bad language and no violence.Instead we have a character - based gently amusing comedy that we Brits used to do really well and consider nothing remarkable. Now,as a snapshot of a lost age of manners and morals it is priceless.