The Man in the White Suit (1951)
A dry, wry, hilarious take on the idea that companies don't make their products too good because otherwise they'd never wear out. And you'd never need to buy more.
Alec Guinness is the star here, a quirky scientist amidst lots of wonderfully quirky scientists all working on new fabrics and fibers. Guinness a kind of early Peter Sellers, but far more buttoned up. He plays the slightly bumbling everyman who has a gift for genius at the right times, and in this case it's a Cambridge drop out names Sydney Stratton who discovers a superfiber that can be used to make superfabric. The crisis of making clothes that don't wear out, and don't get dirty, never dawns on the scientist, but the workers, and capitalist leaders, and the poor old laundrywoman understand immediately what it means for them.
Hence the comedy. It's a "delightful" comedy filled with easygoing laughs and general high spirits, but it really works in its innocence. The not-so-subtle commentary about social economics is part of the fun, and is especially British in its feel, though the ideas of work committees capitalist greed are not foreign to the rest of us. It might be almost odd to notice this, but the filming--the photography and lighting--is especially excellent. It's quite a beautiful black and white film.
There are some familiar character actors here for those who have seen other post-War British films, none of whose names I know, though Joan Greenwood, playing the semi-romantic female lead, seems worth paying attention to for her strong presence. Director Alexander Mackendrick has a handful of good films to his credit, and you can only wish he had made more ("The Sweet Smell of Success" is his most famous).
This is Guinness's movie, though, and by the final scenes of him running through the dark streets in his glowing white suit, well, that's just terrific old-school comedy, warm and funny and fast.
A dry, wry, hilarious take on the idea that companies don't make their products too good because otherwise they'd never wear out. And you'd never need to buy more.
Alec Guinness is the star here, a quirky scientist amidst lots of wonderfully quirky scientists all working on new fabrics and fibers. Guinness a kind of early Peter Sellers, but far more buttoned up. He plays the slightly bumbling everyman who has a gift for genius at the right times, and in this case it's a Cambridge drop out names Sydney Stratton who discovers a superfiber that can be used to make superfabric. The crisis of making clothes that don't wear out, and don't get dirty, never dawns on the scientist, but the workers, and capitalist leaders, and the poor old laundrywoman understand immediately what it means for them.
Hence the comedy. It's a "delightful" comedy filled with easygoing laughs and general high spirits, but it really works in its innocence. The not-so-subtle commentary about social economics is part of the fun, and is especially British in its feel, though the ideas of work committees capitalist greed are not foreign to the rest of us. It might be almost odd to notice this, but the filming--the photography and lighting--is especially excellent. It's quite a beautiful black and white film.
There are some familiar character actors here for those who have seen other post-War British films, none of whose names I know, though Joan Greenwood, playing the semi-romantic female lead, seems worth paying attention to for her strong presence. Director Alexander Mackendrick has a handful of good films to his credit, and you can only wish he had made more ("The Sweet Smell of Success" is his most famous).
This is Guinness's movie, though, and by the final scenes of him running through the dark streets in his glowing white suit, well, that's just terrific old-school comedy, warm and funny and fast.