Monday, June 23, 2014

A Touch of Class (1973)



          Despite receiving considerable acclaim during its original release—including an Oscar nomination for Best Picture—the tart romantic comedy A Touch of Class has not aged well. The leading performances by Glenda Jackson (who won an Academy Award for her work) and George Segal are entertaining, and cowriter/director Melvin Frank orchestrates battle-of-the-sexes repartee efficiently. The problem is that the social values represented by the film reflect a peculiar transitional moment between the Bad Old Days of rampant male chauvinism and the era of women’s liberation. Accordingly, Segal’s character spends the entire movie treating Jackson’s character like garbage, and yet the audience is expected to accept two things as true—firstly, that Segal’s character is sympathetic as a put-upon male trying to satisfy his normal sex drive, and secondly, that Jackson’s character is enlightened because she has an affair with a married man in order to avoid the complications of an emotional entanglement.
          Similar scenarios powered many romantic films that were made before mainstream culture reflected more sophisticated understandings of the female experience—for instance, the Marilyn Monroe favorite The Seven Year Itch (1955)—but the way A Touch of Class tries to blend antiquated attitudes with fresh ideas simply doesn’t work, or at least it doesn’t work anymore. Having said all that, some viewers might find things to enjoy in the picture simply because of strong performances and occasional flashes of wit.
          Segal stars as George Blackburn, an American businessman living in London. He’s married with kids, but indulges in frequent extramarital affairs. George meets the elegant and self-confident Vickie Allessio (Jackson), a divorcée who works in the fashion industry, and proposes an affair. She accepts, fully aware of George’s situation, but insists on a suitable setting. George then arranges a romantic trip to Spain, and a comedy of errors ensues. Predictably, the lovers develop feelings for each other in between farcical scenes of George throwing out his back during sex and/or Vicki trying not to arouse the suspicions of George’s friend Walter (Paul Sorvino), who conveniently happens to be in Spain at the same time as George and Vicki.
          Even though Frank has a good light touch for everything from physical to verbal comedy, he can’t help but come off as a second-rate Billy Wilder, and the choice to situate George as a hapless hero—instead of an outright heel—betrays an unattractive perspective on gender relations. Plus, for all of her character’s protestations about being a strong modern woman, Jackson ends up seeming shrill and submissive simply because she spends so much time arguing and making accommodations for the boorish behavior of the Segal character. FYI, most of the film’s principals—Frank, Jackson, Segal, and Sorvino—reteamed in 1979 for another romantic comedy, Lost and Found, which enjoyed a far less impressive commercial and critical reception than its predecessor.

A Touch of Class: FUNKY

2 comments:

Booksteve said...

I watched this last year for the first time and found myself wondering what all the fuss had been about. Some good stuff, of course, but nothing major in terms of actual story or performances...and I was a big Segal fan back in the day (even if I did miss this one!)

poochie said...

Just saw this for the first time in tribute to G Jackson (RIP!) -- & not wishing to subject myself to "Women in Love" ever again (For starters let's just say one can't quite view the "wrestling scene" with a fresh eye after we've all experienced the Borat parody)

She's wonderful of course -- but my problem with this film isn't so much the politics as the fact that it's that "slick" type of comedy film , where its makers try to disguise the rumbling of the gears, and to float the audience along on a lighter-than-souffle cloud of hilarity ...

The great classic problem with this approach is that one has to find the cuteness of it so wonderfully devised that one excuses the glaring and constant artificiality ... It's not an easy thing to pull off, since "real emotion" takes a backseat ...

Doris Day & Rock Hudson could pull it off in their great, masterful trilogy, for example ... John Hughes could pull it off with brilliant "set-pieces", perhaps most astonishingly with Candy & Martin in PT&A ... In a film like this it's semi-successful in its best little moments -- but whenever there's a lull here; the audience can't help but be reminded that they're watching the kind of movie where every scene is a "phony" hat trick ...