HELP! arrived at a transitional time for both the
Beatles and popular culture in general. Film comedy still
reflected the farce and satire of the 1950s, just as it was beginning
to hint presciently at the sort of late-’60s lampooning of
the banal that defined the CASINO ROYALE and Laugh-In approach
(think
Austin Powers, all you youngsters out there). But such trends
were still about a year away in the summer of 1965, rendering HELP!
something of a time capsule of a youth culture restless for the Next
Big Thing.
Such a cultural context was a rather
poor fit for the Beatles, who at the time had been treading Beatlemania
waters for nearly two years and were but six months away from entering
the magnificent autumn period that produced Rubber Soul and
Revolver.
But the Beatles operated at the opposite end of the
pop-culture spectrum. They transcended Carnaby Street
style. They were on a different plane from Twiggy and
Batman.
What they said and sang seemed to matter.
Their brand of cocky humor would more logically evolve into the Monty
Python style, rather than the middle-aged-corporate approach to
trendiness that Rowan & Martin offered.
As such, HELP! seems to force-fit the
Beatles into a comic world where only the most superficial aspects of
pop culture and Beatlemania exist. Compare this to the social
satire of A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, in which the lads’
cheekiness works perfectly as a bemused counterpoint to the madness
around them. Its message was that these guys maintained their
sanity by not taking themselves too seriously, even as the rest of the
world looked to them to lead a generation. It would not seem
out of place in HELP! to have a quick cutaway to George trading stale
puns with Arte Johnson at the “Joke Wall,” which is
a rough indication of how socially satiric the film gets.
That said, there are certainly enough
highlights in HELP! to please most Beatle (and comedy) fans.
Director Richard Lester exhibits his Goon Show influence with a frantic
comic pace and emphasis on the (mostly) well-cast supporting
players. There are also individual bits that showcase the
Beatles well, and the script provides some choice one-liners that have
taken permanent residence in the lexicon of Beatle fans. And
it offers a few choice musical moments (especially
“You’re Going to Lose That Girl,”
“You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away,” and
“Ticket to Ride”) that support the notion that
Lester was the father of MTV (a charge to which Lester replied,
“I’d like to see the blood tests”).
But for every good thing the film
offers, there are two or three parallel negatives to drag it
down. You can’t top a supporting cast that includes
Leo McKern and the unbeatable teaming of Victor Spinetti and Roy
Kinnear, but stiff-lipped Eleanor Bron lacks the sense of fun her role
demands, while the usually reliable John Bluthal verges on the annoying
with his overplayed stereotype. And though such scenes as
those set in the Beatles’ communal home, the
jeweler’s shop, and Scotland Yard are a delight, they must
compete with such drawn-out and tiresome sequences as the battle on
Salisbury Plains and the entire Bahamas business. This was
also a hit-and-miss period for Beatle songwriting, with an equal number
of gems and mediocrities among the mix.
The main problem with the film, from a
Beatlefan perspective, was best summed up by John Lennon himself:
“We felt like supporting players in our own
film.” Actually, next to Ringo (whose ring serves
as the McGuffin around which the action revolves), John receives the
lion’s share of Beatle screen time, as well some choice
one-liners suited to his droll delivery. Paul and George, on
the other hand, are reduced to making faces and playing
guitars. In A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, Wilfred Brambell
and Victor Spinetti were afforded several hilarious moments without
overshadowing the Beatles. In HELP!, the Beatles seem the
least interesting members of a crowded comic ensemble.
In all, HELP! is fun and entertaining
even for non-Beatles fans, and it’s strong enough to hold up
to repeated viewings for the diehards. But it’s a
film that’s never quite sure what it wants to be, as well as
an artifact from a pop culture that wasn’t sure where it was
headed. It’s every bit as good as a film built on
compromise can be.
- JL
HELP! hasn't aged well. Back
in 1965, it was a
novelty to see the Beatles in color, singing seven new songs and
cavorting around the world in a James Bond parody. Today it
is
entertaining for roughly fifteen minutes and then quickly runs
out
of
fresh surprises. While there are some very clever laugh out
loud lines and
excellent supporting performances from a gallery of droll comics,
the film suffers from amateurish
performances by the Beatles themselves and an overwhelming sense of
everybody going
nowhere slowly.
There are seven songs, including at least three Beatles
classics, but the film runs out of steam musically four songs
in, after the
"Ticket to Ride" skiing sequence.
After that, the only songs left are George's so-so "I Need
You", and Paul's lyrically vapid "The Night Before" and
musically unpleasant "Another Girl".
Hands down, the best
scene in
the film is the beautifully photographed and edited "You're Gonna Lose
That Girl", sung by John with the usual glorious backup vocals
by Paul and George. The best gag? Instead of being
chased
down the street by hordes of young girls as in A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, the
Beatles are greeted by two middle-aged ladies across the
street,
one who is even reluctant to wave. It's one of the few times
a
comedy bit actually plays against something, in this case the
expectation we have of the Beatles being chased by crazed young female
fans. Otherwise it is one of those comedies where everybody runs around
acting silly in a crazy world. And unless you are
Monty
Python, those comedies grow old fast.
HELP! signals the
end of
innocent Beatlemania. Some of the songs, especially
the
title tune and the folky "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" hint at
the amazing compositional and lyrical breakthrough they would achieve
later the same year with their Rubber
Soul album. With HELP!, the
movie and the album, both out of the way, the Beatles were
finished with being cute moptops and would commence with being
brilliant pop music technicians.
½ - JB
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