Our fictitious reviewer Siobhan (KayCee) didn't have much of an education but she's passionate about films
Funny thing I only remembered this one when I mentioned something last week and its one of my favourites funny what slips through your brain cells when your not looking. You no the one from 1967 it was Dustin Hoffman’s big break and now he’s a veteran who don’t seem to do much at all. Suits me actually because it’s not nice seeing your heroes getting really old and watery-eyed like Clint Eastwood. Paul Newman got out while the going was good and speared us the agony. Not that Dustin was ever a heartthrob he was kind of born middle aged.
And that’s what makes this one so successful I reckon he shows there is hope for all of us. If it was Robert Redford being seduced by Anne Bancroft you wouldn’t be surprised and he couldn’t of done the “who, me?” routine because you know Mrs Robinson would be dying to get her hands on him.
For the benefit of those who have never seen it the film is about Ben a student with pushy parents and he’s just graduated and is home for the summer to decide what glittering career to do. We are asked to believe he was a great athlete too, but when you see him running he’s got all the arm and leg movements but you can tell he ain’t really fast.
His parents have organised a party to celebrate his graduation but its full of their friends not his and they still treat him like a little boy they’ve bought him scuba diving gear and he’s supposed to demonstrate it in the swimming pool they happen to have in the garden but he’s shy or depressed or something and he don’t want to play the game.
The Robinsons are family friends and there is a daughter Elaine played by Katherine Ross who people seem to assume is going to be Ben’s wife or something. She’s all pure and gentle and quite nice really. Again, if it had been some sexy guy in the role you’d have expected him to at least doink her once but what happens here is that her mother seduces him and his attitude to Elaine gets confused and he’s horrible to her.
He knows its wrong and he should be with Elaine but he’s such a drip he can’t handle it. I sound like a right bitch don’t I? I suppose that’s what I thought when I was young and gorgeous (if only) and now I’ve mellowed a bit you get more understanding ain’t it? Actually looking at it now, if a 20-year-old guy is being seduced by a sexy older woman, most of them are not going to complain. Its not like he’s underage or nothing.
There are some good lines, like when Mr Robinson finds out about the affair and Ben says shagging his wife was just like shaking hands. And when Mr Robinson leaves he goes “You’ll forgive me if I don’t shake hands with you, Benjamin.”
So there you go, all set up and will the young couple get together or will Ben and Mrs R carry on until she gets tired of him? It gets quite emotional is all I will tell you and you do feel good in the end which is what a lot of movies are all about.
The idea of singing to a real person – or perhaps inventing a person and singing to them – but not in a boy-girl-I-love-you way can be effective. Anything that brings realism to art tends to give it credibility. In the case of pop music it can add a touch of originality by shifting the listener’s perspective.
Take, for example, Outkast’s Ms Jackson. He’s sorry, the singer is, for hurting Ms Jackson’s daughter, and I have always had this mental picture of him in Ms Jackson’s kitchen, having gone round there to apologise. The popular video actually shows her driving round to have it out with him, curlers in her hair and all. That’s one reason I would rather just listen to a song, rather than watch the video, because the visuals are just someone else’s interpretation.
I’m not putting that video up because I would like you to use your imagination.
The music borrows from Richard Wagner’s Lohengrin, the section known as The Bridal Chorus (and colloquially as Here Comes The Bride), which imparts a certain romantic air, and the song has a catchy hook; in fact you could say it consists largely of the hook, even if he does wander off down a lane of incomprehensible soulbrutha chuntering (and when I first read the lyrics I had less sympathy for the guy because he’s whingeing – although some people might think he has a point. For me, finally watching the video was like wandering innocently into the wrong part of town and being confronted by gangsters).
Having set up in my own mind the image of being in the woman’s house, there is also the possibility that Ms Jackson is an attractive woman in her own right and that our penitent hero has noticed this. It wouldn’t be the first time a boy has fancied his girlfriend’s mother.
Again, the video takes a different view, casting Ms Jackson as the kind of old dragon no cool rapper would be interested in. So, sadly, the more I look into this song, the less it seems to be what I originally imagined, and would still like to imagine. Quite a moving little pop experience, though, if you keep other people’s images out of your head.
A similar kettle of fish (sorry, what a vile expression) exists in the very different Mrs Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter, as sung in 1965 by Herman’s Hermits. Either despite or because of its self-consciously Manchester accent, this was a big hit in the USA, but it wasn’t originally released as a single in the UK. They loved our regional accents in the States, lapping up the Beatles’ pronunciation (thur instead of there and so on), and Davy Jones flew the Mancunian flag in The Monkees. Even now Americans talk of how they love a “British” accent, whatever that is.
The original version of Mrs Brown had been recorded a couple of years earlier by the actor Tom Courtenay for a TV play.
And even that isn’t the most interesting thing about the song, because you’ll never guess who wrote it. And I mean never, because without some monstrous clues and guidance, surely no one would get anywhere near it.
Who? Not the stuttering villager in The Vicar of Dibley?
And, as Barry Norman used to say, why not? Young people desperate to get into the entertainment field will try anything, and clearly Trevor had all-round talent.
Despite the accent giving it a slightly comic feel, the song is a poignant little thing. Again, the singer is addressing the mother, but in this case it’s the girl who has dumped him and he’s saying “tell her that I’m well and feeling fine” while secretly hoping Mrs Brown will shake her daughter by the shoulders and tell her not to be so stupid because he’s a nice boy and he’s crazy about her.
In the mid 70s Billy Paul brought us Me And Mrs Jones, about an extramarital affair which he wants to keep secret but has no intention of ending. It’s the sort of love song that requires us to either ignore or forgive the circumstances and just concentrate on the genuine love that’s going on there.
Brazenly borrowing the title, Amy Winehouse gave us a very different story on a track from her miraculously good album Back to Black. It’s hard to work out what she is really trying to tell us, but she and Mr Jones are apparently getting it on. Listeners of a sensitive disposition should prepare themselves at the start of every verse for the invented word “f***ery”, which can be translated as mischief, stupidity, treachery and probably many other things. She’s having a go at her man for making her miss the Slick Rick gig and thinking that she didn’t love him when she did. And she’s not going to put him on the guest list for her own gig because he has had a lot of other women.
But is Mr Jones the object of her affections as well as her tirade? As is so often the case, we can’t be sure, because it’s just a pop song, with words being thrown at a vague subject and the main requirement being to fit the lines and rhyme where necessary rather than to make a cohesive story.
Jones is a popular name in songs, even cropping up in the Bee Gees’ highly unusual New York Mining Disaster 1941. “Have you seen my wife, Mr Jones?” one trapped miner says to another, presumably showing him a little black and white photograph. The song is nothing short of a triumph of craft over subject matter and shows the inventive side the Gibb brothers exercised before discovering that smartly tailored disco music and gimmicky falsetto singing could make them a thousand times more money.
Paul Simon hit a seam of pure gold when fashioning a song out of the 1967 film The Graduate. Anne Bancroft’s simmering older woman, Mrs Robinson, inspired Simon to one of his most enduring successes and to his credit he did it without resorting to sexual fantasizing, delving into her mind rather than her underwear to explore what made her as she was. Many years later George Michael would use Mrs. R’s “Would you like me to seduce you?” line in Too Funky.
For me, though, even that brilliant musical psychoanalysis is eclipsed by Simon’s song about an architect. So Long Frank Lloyd Wright is a beautiful piece of wistfulness reflecting on a friendship between two men. And it’s not even based on fact. Legend has it that Art Garfunkel challenged Simon to write a song and gave him the most unlikely subject matter, which the master turned into a hypnotic three minutes that makes the listener feel sad about something that not only they didn’t experience, but never happened.
So, with all due respect to the millions of songs that take liberties with our willingness to believe, once in a while somebody creates a song that is the equal of any poem by any celebrated man of words of any era.
It’s not just the song, of course: that is just the framework on which the layers of sound are added through spellbinding production, and if you or I had a go at this one open-mic night there would be precious little magic in the air. But the recording as issued on the album Bridge Over Troubled Water is one that I would be very tempted to put in a time capsule for future generations or people from another planet to marvel at.