This week’s best new music from the West of England, Oxfordshire and the Solent.
This week’s best new music from around the region:
BBC Introducing in Wessex 20.11.2018
Another short playlist this week. I do hope this isn’t going to become a trend.
Welcome to the first in an occasional series of articles about films and TV programmes set and/or shot in Wessex. Regular readers of the Wessex Chronicle will know that your editor is a huge fan of Berkshire-based studio Hammer Films, so it seems fitting to begin with one of their odder movies, which I recently caught on the excellent Talking Pictures TV–a channel specialising in older, mostly British movies–where it was showing under its US title, These Are The Damned.
The film was directed by Joseph Losey in an austere, European style, and shot in stark black and white by regular Hammer cinematographer Arthur Grant. The tone of the film is utterly unlike the lush Eastmancolor gothic of directors like Terence Fisher, the man who defined the Hammer style in the public mind.
Made in 1963, at the height of the mods vs rockers clashes that plagued seaside resorts across Britain, particularly on the south coast, the story starts out as a slice of social realism. American tourist Simon Wells (Macdonald Carey) visits Weymouth and gets robbed by, and then romantically involved with, Joan (Shirley Anne Field), the sister of terrifying gang leader King (Oliver Reed). King doesn’t take too kindly to the latter development. He is highly protective of his sister, and it is implied that he has incestuous feelings for her, though such things could not be explicitly stated in that era. Modern audiences might find the love affair between the middle-aged Simon and a woman barely out of her teens more distasteful than audiences in 1963 apparently did, however.
About half an hour in, the film takes a sharp left turn into sci-fi territory, as we are introduced to a sinister research facility lead by Bernard (Alexander Knox), a man who Wells had previously met at his hotel in Weymouth. Through a series of twists and turns, Simon, Joan and King find themselves trying to uncover the truth about his secret experiments on children.
The film makes good use of the Weymouth locations, The famous town clock forms the scene of Simon’s first meeting with Joan, while the street-running trains, steam-powered in those days, can be seen and heard throughout. One disappointment, though, is the lack of authentic Dorset accents. As was standard in mid-20th century British cinema, the supposed Weymouth natives either speak cut-glass RP, or in a sort of RADA Cockney argot. It is a minor flaw, but one which prevents me from praising it as an authentic Wessex film.
A very short playlist this week – three tracks, all from the Solent. None of the other BBC local stations put the tracks played in this weeks show on their websites.
One of the most common criticisms of the modern Wessex movement is that “Wessex doesn’t exist any more.” It is true that Wessex no longer exists as a nation, or as an administrative unit; but as a country of the mind, it has far more power than the government’s South West or South East regions. The title of this post is taken from a description by Thomas Hardy of his literary Wessex, and while Hardy was not the first to revive the name of Wessex in the modern era, he was the first to really popularise it. He later lamented that “I did not anticipate that this application of the word to a modern use would extend outside the chapters of my own chronicles. But the name was soon taken up elsewhere as a local designation. The first to do so was the now defunct Examiner, which, in the impression bearing date July 15, 1876, entitled one of its articles The Wessex Labourer, the article turning out to be no dissertation on farming during the Heptarchy, but on the modern peasant of the south-west counties, and his presentation in these stories. Since then the appellation which I had thought to reserve to the horizons and landscapes of a merely realistic dream-country, has become more and more popular as a practical definition; and the dream-country has, by degrees, solidified into a utilitarian region which people can go to, take a house in, and write to the papers from.”
Hardy may not have been happy about it, but it showed that Wessex has an imaginative power that extends beyond his novels and short stories. It is the land of King Alfred and Stonehenge, of cider and chalk figures, Wayland’s Smithy and HMS Victory. But it is also a cohesive modern region. We sometimes attract criticism from historical purists because our definition of Wessex takes modern administrative regions into account, as well as the historical kingdom. Gloucestershire and Oxfordshire were in Mercia, they will say. The Isle of Wight and Meon Valley were Jutish, and Devon was part of Dumnonia. Leaving aside the fact that the borders of historical Wessex fluctuated over time, this somewhat misses the point that we are building a Wessex identity for the 21st century, not the 6th or the 10th century. This is why, while we are critical of the government’s regions when they get things wrong (the “Wessex Iron Curtain” splitting the region in half; treating Cornwall as if it were an English county), we recognise when they get things right (refusing to draw a regional boundary through the middle of Bristol, as Hardy did). Indeed, had the Redcliffe-Maud Report of 1969 recommended the former Southern Economic Planning Region be merged with the South West instead of the South East, there might not be any need for this Society at all. Our work might instead be carried out by a regional Arts Council for Wessex and Cornwall. Whether or not that would be a good thing, I leave you to decide.
This week’s best new music from around the region.
This week’s new music.
Here it is, a little late this week due to technical difficulties.
This week’s new music playlist, taken from BBC local radio stations from across the region (though not @BBCBerkshire, which once again has failed to upload its selections to the BBC website).