Bohemianism for the Masses + Beatnik Pubescence? A Transitional Film?
Ever since I first saw George Roy Hill's The World of Henry Orient (on Canada's movie channel, MPIX) some four or five years ago, there have been two major strains of thought running through my mind regarding this seminal and under-appreciated mid-'60s film.
The first line of thought that struck me was this: TWOHO may be one of the few (the only?) examples of a mainstream film (today, it would be considered a 'family comedy') that deals—albeit satirically—with the 'bohemian', 'avant-garde' and 'poor-little-rich' sub cultures of that late '50s/early-to-mid '60s period which it was made in. Peter Sellers's Henry Orient—with his highly improvisational compositions and his gaudy, hepcat hotel room, complete with a zebra-print couch—can easily be interpreted as a parody of John Cage, LaMonte Young or even a pre-Velvets John Cale. Val Boyd can be seen as a pubescent and less tragic version of Edie Sedgwick. The whole film reeks of elements of Far Eastern culture—so vital to the burgeoning zen buddhists and haiku poets of the day. Put it all together and you get 'bohemianism for the masses'. In fact, given her background, lifestyle and artsy ecccentricities, the character Val may be the only pubescent bohemian or 'beatnik' found in a mainstream movie from this period.
The second thing that struck me was the possible position that the film holds as a link between the more innocent and often unrealistic fictional adolescent characters of the '40s and '50s, and those highly mature, believable and often controversial young characters portrayed by the likes of Glynnis O'Connor, Robbie Benson, Scott Jacoby, Jodie Foster and Diane Lane (check her out in another George Roy Hill film: 1979's A Little Romance) in the '70s and early '80s. Given the time it was made and released in (1963--'64), TWOHO appears to be a transitional film: the teenybopper flicks and Scholastic children's books of the '50s/early '60s morphing into Jeremy, Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore and The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane. The slightly titilating up-the-skirt scenes of Val and Gil leapfrogging over the fire hydrants and young boy's head have the potential to function almost like Stanley Kubrick's ape-tossed bone in 2001: A Space Oddysey—I can almost imagine Tippy Walker jumping from one side of the fire hydrant in her plaid schoolgirl's skirt and landing on the other side as Jodie Foster in her Taxi Driver hooker's get-up.
Anyway, those are the two 'strains' or 'strands' of thought that immediately took congnitive root in my head upon watching this film for the first time. I watched it again last night (I taped it the second time it appeared on MPIX), and I still see the film in the same way. I would love to know what other fans/viewers think, especially Elizabeth/'Tippy', of course—it's great to know you're still alive and functioning as an artist, Ms. Walker, especially after many years of rumours of hard times, homelessness, poor health, impending death, etc.; we all love you and your work—please try and stay around for a long while yet.
posted by R-W-Watkins