Play for Today Writer: Alan Sharp; Director: Philip Saville; Producer: Irene Shubik
‘Everybody’s in showbiz, everybody’s a star…’1
This lyric, from the Kinks song ‘Celluloid Heroes’ written by Ray Davies, conjures up a world far removed from the gloomy hall inhabited by Pete, the long distance piano player he portrays in Alan Sharp’s Play for Today. However, the play and the song (written two years later) are closer in theme than you might think. While ‘Celluloid Heroes’ celebrates the enduring screen image of Hollywood stars, it’s also about the way the film industry exploits and sometimes destroys these icons.
Pianist Pete is a man ripe for exploitation and destruction by his predatory manager, Jack (Norman Rossington). He plays a young man trying to create a world record for non-stop piano playing, of four days and four nights. Success, Jack constantly reassures Pete in his bogus American accent, will bring fame and fortune on an epic, Hollywood scale. However, one image of the film industry which is likely to spring to the viewer’s mind is They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? (1969), Sidney Pollack’s recent film about a six-day dance marathon in Depression-era America. Alan Sharp acknowledged his debt: ‘I read the book years ago, and was fascinated,’ he admitted in the week the play was aired on BBC12.
The Kinks, ‘Celluloid Heroes’, from Everybody’s in Show-Biz (1972 album). ↩
Alan Sharp, ‘TV is better than films from a professional point of view’, Radio Times, 8 October 1970. ↩
Play for Today <\/em>Writer:<\/strong> Alan Sharp; Director:<\/b> Philip Saville; Producer:<\/b> Irene Shubik<\/p>\n ‘Everybody’s in showbiz, everybody’s a star…’<\/em>1<\/a><\/sup> <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n This lyric, from the Kinks song \u2018Celluloid Heroes\u2019 written by Ray Davies, conjures up a world far removed from the gloomy hall inhabited by Pete, the long distance piano player he portrays in Alan Sharp\u2019s Play for Today<\/em>. However, the play and the song (written two years later) are closer in theme than you might think. While \u2018Celluloid Heroes\u2019 celebrates the enduring screen image of Hollywood stars, it\u2019s also about the way the film industry exploits and sometimes destroys these icons.<\/p>\n Pianist Pete is a man ripe for exploitation and destruction by his predatory manager, Jack (Norman Rossington). He plays a young man trying to create a world record for non-stop piano playing, of four days and four nights. Success, Jack constantly reassures Pete in his bogus American accent, will bring fame and fortune on an epic, Hollywood scale. However, one image of the film industry which is likely to spring to the viewer\u2019s mind is They Shoot Horses, Don\u2019t They?<\/em> (1969), Sidney Pollack\u2019s recent film about a six-day dance marathon in Depression-era America. Alan Sharp acknowledged his debt: \u2018I read the book years ago, and was fascinated,\u2019 he admitted in the week the play was aired on BBC12<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pete is torn between his wife, Ruth (Lois Daine), who begs him to stop playing, and Jack, who eggs him on mercilessly towards his final goal. It\u2019s the classic good versus evil struggle for one man\u2019s soul, as well as a metaphor for the way we live. This aspect of the play impressed its producer, Irene Shubik, who wrote later: \u2018The young man\u2019s futile pursuit obviously represented the monotonous routine of most people\u2019s lives\u20193<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n This is precisely the way in which medallion man Jack tries to sell the marathon to Pete: \u2018Their [the public] lives are small, they want something big.\u2019 Initially, Jack\u2019s interventions are quite amusing. When he says the idea \u2018has bigness\u2019, he is mangling the English language in a way that the Hollywood moguls he presumably admires have done. He talks of Pete being \u2018like a fighter before his big fight\u2019 and makes a less-than-scientific comparison between the task Pete faces and climbing Everest. At the same time, the viewer is left under no illusions about Pete\u2019s challenge. We often glimpse him over the top of the piano, as though he is putting his head above the parapet to face an insurmountable obstacle.<\/p>\n His wife, in contrast, can lie on the bed or walk the streets. Ruth, however, has a strange kind of freedom. Her total devotion to Pete means that she is as much a prisoner as she is. Seeking some release, she walks aimlessly to a gloomy urban backdrop of wet streets, railway lines and aerial views of terraced-house rooftops. These are show at almost Expressionistically skewed angles, to provide a sense of foreboding over what the next couple of days will bring. At one point Ruth looks through a window and sees a girl practising her piano scales. It\u2019s a brutal reminder that her thoughts remain with Pete.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, much of the dialogue that Shubik finds moving is merely banal. The close relationship between husband and wife is unconvincingly written \u2013 why does she keep asking him if he loves her? \u2013 and Davies is given an impossible task when he constantly has to talk about the fox which he saw \u2018just the once,\u2019 when playing with a now-dead childhood friend.<\/p>\n Davies\u2019s performance inevitably came in for a lot of scrutiny. The Kinks\u2019 front man and songwriter was cast at the start of an era in which rock and pop stars were increasingly making forays into acting. One argument against their use was that they were no more likely to be equipped to act than the next man or woman in the street. The opposing view was that, as professional performers, they could bring something new to a role. Director Nicolas Roeg, who coaxed more out of Mick Jagger in Performance<\/em> (1970) that year than Tony Richardson had managed in the universally-panned Ned Kelly<\/em> (1970) took this stance. Roeg, who later cast Art Garfunkel and David Bowie in major roles, commented: \u2018Acting schools have turned out too many competent people and competence means that inspiration can get lost… I think rock stars see their performance in a different way\u20194<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Ray Davies doesn\u2019t perform too badly in The Long Distance Piano Player<\/em>. He under-acts, occasionally to the point of not acting at all, but never looks uncomfortable. One interesting aspect of the play was that, as late as 1970, TV drama could still look like a new medium, with actors declaiming and charging around the set as if they were on stage. Davies, who has made the occasional foray into acting since then, notably in Julien Temple\u2019s Absolute Beginners<\/em> (1986), told the Radio Times<\/em> that he enjoyed the role of Pete, with some reservations: \u2018I would have preferred it all to be filmed. About 90 per cent of it was done in the studios which is even harder\u20195<\/a><\/sup>. He makes no reference whatsoever to the play, or indeed any of his acting work, in his unusual autobiography written as biography, X-Ray<\/em>6<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n The Long Distance Piano Player<\/i> was the first Play for Today<\/i> to be screened by BBC1, another reason that Davies\u2019s appearance generated so much publicity. He was on the front cover of that week\u2019s Radio Times<\/i> and generated much viewer comment. Drama always featured heavily in the readers\u2019 letters pages in those days and viewers\u2019 comments in October 1970 reflected widely-diverging opinions on Ray Davies as an actor. Under the headline, \u2018Ray Davies, No\u2019, one viewer wrote to say that \u2018after the excruciating performance of Mrs Terri Stephens and Miss Julie Driscoll, the Drama Department would have thought twice about engaging Ray Davies.\u2019 For another viewer, however, (\u2018Ray Davies, Yes\u2019), the Kinks\u2019 man had \u2018star quality\u2019 and \u2018the face and mien of a dreamy poet\u20197<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Throughout the play, various actors in small parts, including a couple of snooker hall caretakers, act as a kind of chorus, commenting on the action. Some people turn up to watch, but Jack\u2019s dreams of glory appear to have little substance about them, whether or not Pete completes his marathon. There\u2019s no mention of alerting the Guinness Book of Records<\/em>, every bit as well known then as it is now, and one suspects that this is a lack of enterprise on Jack\u2019s part, rather than an omission by Sharp. That doesn\u2019t prevent Jack from becoming a Svengali figure, falling out with Ruth and becoming ever more obnoxious in his attempts to keep Pete at the keyboard. Pete\u2019s increasing desperation is indicated by his nightmarish fantasy of pushing a piano down a street. His playing becomes more eccentric and off-key, too, which excited Spectator critic Patrick Skete Catling who reckoned that he was \u2018beginning to sound like Thelonious Monk\u20198<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Play for Today<\/em> was the young sibling of, and natural heir to, The Wednesday Play<\/em> which had run from 1964 until May 1970. Being the first writer up to the crease five months later for the new slot was perhaps a double-edged sword for Alan Sharp. It gave his play a higher profile. On the other hand, that meant that many viewers came to the play with extremely high expectations, forgetting that The Wednesday Play<\/em> had its fair share of turkeys. \u2018For heaven\u2019s sake… couldn\u2019t you have started off with something livelier and intrinsically more interesting,\u2019 wrote one Radio Times<\/em> reader. On the same page, another correspondent waxed positively Pooterish when he complained that the change of name to Play for Today<\/em> might give the BBC an opportunity to sell viewers short: \u2018The title The Wednesday Play<\/em> meant quite simply that there was a new play on every Wednesday… a nothing title like Play for Today<\/em> enables the planners to mess about with the placing at will. They can even drop it for a week and nobody can complain.\u2019 The prominence given to these letters, and the 400-word reply from Shaun Sutton, Head of Drama Group, Television, showed how seriously the BBC took this part of the channel\u2019s output, despite having, as Sutton admitted, low viewing figures compared with \u2018practically any Light Entertainment show\u20199<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Play for Today<\/em> was largely a writer-led affair, with very little fanfare attached to the role of the director. Alan Sharp, then 36, was an established novelist when Piano Player<\/em> was screened but his screenplay has the feeling of someone still learning their craft. He was to become an accomplished screenwriter, most recently with the quirky Dean Spanley<\/em> (2008) starring Peter O\u2019 Toole. Sharp told the Radio Times he was a fan of television drama, as \u2018it allows you to do more daring things\u2019, but \u2018it\u2019s finished so quickly… there\u2019s no permanence in what you\u2019re writing\u201910<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Director Philip Saville was also destined to make an impact in the film world. Saville, who in 1975 was to direct the gritty Gangsters<\/em> for Play for Today<\/em>, went on to make the under-rated Those Glory, Glory Days<\/em> (1983) for Film on Four and, in 1990, Fellow Traveller<\/em>, described by Philip French as \u2018One of the most politically sophisticated, visually imaginative British pictures of the past decade\u201911<\/a><\/sup>. A man with a penchant for in-your-face close-ups of people confronting one another in extremis, he creates a claustrophobic atmosphere in the hall where Pete\u2019s record attempt is gradually falling apart.<\/p>\n Brian Thompson, author of the 2006 Costa Prize Biography winner Keeping Mum,<\/em> subscribes to the view that this was a golden age for television drama, and that something has been lost in the intervening years. Thompson, a full-time writer, broadcaster and novelist for 40 years, made his breakthrough in the 1970s as one of the talents nurtured by Alfred Bradley, the senior drama producer for BBC North who died in 1991. Thompson says that these dramas made people think and challenged their preconceptions: \u2018It was a very good time for writers. There was a moralistic element to the work of Mike Leigh, David Mercer, Arthur Hopcraft and John Hopkins. Then, television was able to create the taste by which it was going to be judged. Now, reality TV and soap operas have created a mistaken belief in many people that they understand human nature. There\u2019s more of a cultural divide\u201912<\/a><\/sup>. Thompson sent up this \u2018moralistic element\u2019 in Our Harold<\/em>, an affectionate piece broadcast on Radio 4, about a young electrician fired up with the desire for knowledge by a course at his local tech: \u2018It were a bloody smashing Wednesday Play<\/em> that night… about some wench who tries to drown herself on account of some communist bloke with a beard who wants to whip her \u2018cos she won\u2019t sleep with his brother, who\u2019s like in television or summat’13<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Not everyone saw this as a golden age for TV drama, as Bernard Hollowood\u2019s review of Piano Player<\/em> makes clear in Punch<\/em> magazine. He suggested that the large output of new drama on TV dwarfed the creative literary talent available. The corollary, Hollowood suggested, was that watching would always be a gamble, one which led him to \u2018make allowances and accept the mediocre as better than average\u2019. He likened the play to \u2018a short story stretched out to fill a novel\u2019 and suggested that Saville and company had to use \u2018a lot of canny silence and unnecessary camera excursion as padding\u2019. Hollowood also thought the play was badly served by the \u2018succession of over-long and explicit trailers\u2019, which gave away too much. For all that, he found the play\u2019s \u2018texture\u2019 interesting and thought Davies and Daine were \u2018convincing enough\u201914<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Overall, that could be read as faint praise or dismissal of the play, and Hollowood wasn\u2019t the only critic who sat on the fence. In The Times<\/em>, Chris Dunkley suggested that it would appeal to people who like a beginning, middle and an end before qualifying even this rather patronising testimonial by adding that \u2018the middle was a little tedious in parts\u2019. Dunkley has some fun with the allegedly Pinteresque nature of some of the dialogue, particularly involving the snooker men, before conceding that the production had \u2018a remarkable atmosphere\u2019, helped by the \u2018damp, respectable squalor of the church hall\u2019 and that Davies (who he described as \u2018a member of The Kinks\u2019) was \u2018more than passable\u201915<\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n Skene Catling, his quips about bebop jazz aside, saw the play as being about \u2018a protagonist who finally rebelled against dehumanisation when all seemed lost… and achieved metamorphosis \u2013 more symbolism of course \u2013 into a freedom-loving red fox16<\/a><\/sup> of cherished memory\u2019. He then went on to have it both ways, too, by suggesting that Piano Player was \u2018well written, well directed, well photographed\u2019 before adding \u2018in its inexorably dreary way\u201917<\/a><\/sup>. He does, however, put his finger on a genuine weakness when he says that, in the end, \u2018all suspense depended on a single question… would he quit before playing for four days and nights or wouldn\u2019t he\u2019. And as Pete falls into Ruth\u2019s arms at the end, well before reaching his goal, you feel a fleeting relief that he\u2019s given up, but it\u2019s all a bit of an anti-climax.<\/p>\n If everybody is in showbiz, then Pete\u2019s 15 minutes of fame have clearly come to an undistinguished end. And Jack, we can safely assume, is already in the process of digging out some other naive dupe who can help him to achieve his own vicarious form of celebrity.<\/p>\n Images reproduced from the Radio Times<\/em> coverage of the play.<\/p>\n Originally posted: 4 November 2010. 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