In which G.M. Norton agrees that a million Mexicans can’t be wrong.
I recently had the pleasure of watching The Lady Vanishes, a 1938 Hitchcock film caper about espionage, the disappearance of an elderly lady and cricket.
Marking the peak of Hitchcock’s British period, it is an exquisitely crafted cinematic treasure, boasting a collection of super acting talent including Dame May Whitty as the vanishing lady.
It was the penultimate picture that Hitch made in Britain before his celebrated move to Hollywood.
Given the identity of the person directing proceedings, you’ll be unsurprised to learn that the plot is of the suspense variety, with just a dash of romantic froth for good measure and lots of comic moments to help ease the tension.
The film begins in the fictional European country of Bandrika, which is the sort of quaint yet suspicious setting that Hergé would place Tintin and Captain Haddock in.
We are soon introduced to the main character, Miss Iris Henderson, played by the delectable Margaret Lockwood, who is returning to London to marry a “blue-blooded cheque chaser”.
Following an impromptu avalanche which blocks the railway line, Iris is forced to stay the night in an overcrowded hotel along with a number of travellers who we soon become acquainted with.
This includes the cricket-obsessed pairing of Charters and Coldicott, who provide much of the film’s comic moments; Miss Froy, a kindly old school governess; and aspiring musician Gilbert Redman, who upsets Iris by making a complete and utter racket in the room above hers.
The next day, with the snow cleared from the tracks, the travellers are about to board a train bound for England. When Iris bears the brunt of a falling flowerpot on the platform, which was about to strike the elderly Miss Froy, the governess helps Iris board the train and the pair become good chums.
After taking tea together, the two ladies return to their compartment where Iris loses consciousness as a result of her earlier whack to the head. When she awakes from her sleeping slumber, Miss Froy has disappeared without a trace. The people sharing the train compartment deny ever having caught sight of the kindly Miss Froy and so the mystery begins.
Taking the lead from Gilbert and making a racket herself, a doctor on the train soon comes to her aid, convinced that the bump Iris received may have caused her to dream up Miss Froy.
Not satisfied with this explanation and keen to find Miss Froy, Iris is relieved when her foe, Gilbert comes to her aid and the two characters set out to solve the mystery of the vanishing lady.
While the director, writers and supporting cast all deserve the plaudits, the film very much belongs to its leading lady, Margaret Lockwood. Playing the feisty heroine Iris Henderson, Lockwood somehow manages to be beautiful, spirited, yet vulnerable all at the same time. What a woman!
One cannot help but enjoy watching how she clashes with Gilbert, played by Michael Redgrave, before it develops into true love by the closing credits. He has a wonderful Errol Flynn-like quality, with his pencil moustache and his witty ways.
Of course, Charters and Coldicott are an absolute joy as two chums who eat, drink and breathe cricket. So much so that they would rather deny having ever met Miss Froy and assist in a possible kidnapping and murder plot, than missing a Test Match back home.
One of my favourite lines was when Charters interrupts a telephone call at the busy hotel when he realises that the caller is from London. "No, you don't follow me sir - I'm enquiring about the Test Match in Manchester. Cricket, sir, cricket! What! You don't know! You can't be in England and not know the Test score!".
Hitchcock obviously had a penchant for trains as the majority of this film takes place on one, as did his other efforts, The 39 Steps, Strangers on a Train and North by Northwest.
If you’ve not watched The Lady Vanishes before, I would implore you to do so. In truth, the story does amble along for the first twenty minutes or so as we meet all the characters, but fear not because the mystery and intrigue soon gathers pace. As does the train.
Protagonist of ‘Norton of Morton’
Protagonist of ‘Norton of Morton’