Just as a superlative work of satire like ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ is often erroneously mistaken for a children’s book by those who’ve never read it – perhaps arising from the truncated (albeit charming) 1939 animated movie – ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’ is ostensibly a children’s book with adult elements that bypass the young reader and have largely been erased from the story’s Disneyfication whenever adapted for the screen. In the Psychedelic era, however, the story’s lysergic qualities were suddenly in synch with pop culture’s peculiar evocation of lost childhood innocence and its simultaneous discovery of something nasty lurking in the nursery. Despite the fact that the most obvious musical homage to Lewis Carroll’s literary classic came from the USA – Jefferson Airplane’s ‘White Rabbit’ – it was primarily the scene on this side of the pond that was heavily immersed in Alice’s Wonderland; and perhaps the only effective adaptation of the book to truly explore its more dark and disturbing aspects appeared on the eve of this sea-change, December 1966.
Jonathan Miller was beginning to reveal his full Renaissance Man potential in the mid-60s, despite still being known to the general public primarily as a member of the ‘Beyond the Fringe’ team; he had become active in the theatre as writer, producer and director, though the theatre then – as now – had a relatively small audience when compared to the far greater exposure afforded those who appeared on television. Miller’s first sustained association with TV came when he replaced Huw Wheldon as presenter of the BBC’s Arts series, ‘Monitor’ in 1965; Miller’s quirky style was in contrast with the more aloof old-school presentation skills of Wheldon, and Miller doubled-up as editor of the series for its final year on-air. ‘Monitor’ was noted for giving early breaks to future mainstream movie-makers like Ken Russell and John Schlesinger and also for pioneering the method of recounting an artist’s life using actors and re-enactments. It’s not too much of a stretch to see the films Miller commissioned for the series as influencing his next endeavour, to produce and direct a film of his own.
He chose to adapt ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and to liberate it from the Disney canon it had been absorbed into ever since Uncle Walt produced his animated version in 1951; Miller sought to recapture the haunting horror the book induced in him as a child, perhaps provoked by the celebrated – if often creepy – original illustrations by John Tenniel. One of the reasons he achieved his aim was due to the stunning monochrome cinematography that contributes a great deal to the eerie ambience of the piece; the fact he also shot it on 35mm film gives it a European Art House sheen far more cinematic that many TV productions shot on grainier 16mm film by the BBC in the 60s. Miller struck gold with his locations too, filming the interiors in an abandoned military hospital near Southampton that was demolished shortly afterwards. The decaying Victorian Gothic grandeur of the place seems the ideal setting for some of the oddball eccentrics that populate the story, not to mention the more sinister characters.
With a musician as chic to the mid-60s as Ravi Shankar the inspired choice for providing the film with a soundtrack that adds to its hazy, dreamlike atmosphere, it was fitting that the lead was played by 13-year-old Anne-Marie Mallik, a child actress with exotic Anglo-Indian heritage. The fact that such a prestigious role failed to entice her into an acting career and she largely disappeared off the radar thereafter seems to add to the unique mystique she radiates in the film. Although her performance was criticised by some at the time, Mallik perfectly captures the sullen, sulky indifference to the adults around her characteristic of immediate post-pubescence adolescence; and as some have long regarded the story as a metaphor for the changes girls on the cusp of womanhood experience, the way in which Mallik wanders through Wonderland with a bored, disinterested air seems entirely in keeping with her age. After all, she’s hardly presented with an encouraging preview of the life that awaits her when she encounters the apparently insane grownups inhabiting the strange, nightmarish mirror image of the Victorian society we see her as already jaded with; the aimless afternoon stroll through the long grass with her sister that opens Alice’s adventure appears to be preparing her for a dull future as a middle-class wife with too much time on her hands and nothing to occupy them. It’s no wonder she dozes off when she and her sister sit down, and it takes the startling sight of a neurotic-looking figure dashing towards his unknown destination to rouse her from her soporific indolence; it would need to be something like the White Rabbit.
It is this anticipated first sighting of the character that heralds the start of Alice’s journey, yet the viewer is made aware that this is no ordinary adaptation of the story from the off by the fact Wilfrid Brambell isn’t wearing an animal head – in fact, none of Wonderland residents are. ‘Once you take the animal heads off, you begin to see what it’s all about,’ said Miller when quizzed about his novel decision. ‘A small child, surrounded by hurrying, worried people, thinking “Is that what being grownup is like?”’ The absence of this traditional element of the adventure enables the impressive roster of actors Miller assembled for the film to play their parts ‘naked’ as it were, no longer able to hide behind their costumes; and they deliver. Michael Redgrave is the Caterpillar, Peter Cook the Mad Hatter; another of Miller’s ‘Beyond the Fringe’ colleagues, Alan Bennett, plays the mouse. Peter Sellers is the King of Hearts, John Gielgud the Mock Turtle (ably assisted by none other than Malcolm Muggeridge as the Gryphon), Leo McKern is the Ugly Duchess, and Michael Gough the March Hare. In another stroke of genius, the Cheshire Cat is a real moggy.
Alice rarely opens her mouth in this interpretation; instead, we mainly eavesdrop upon her random thoughts as she struggles to adapt to the odd mannerisms and behaviour of the characters she encounters – as well as the unnerving, intimidating world they appear entirely at home in. This brilliantly echoes the confused response of any child experiencing a wholly grownup environment for the first time. Indeed, there were segments that reminded me of the first funeral I ever attended; I was barely 16 and entered an arena so familiar to the exclusively adult company I found myself in that I watched slightly detached as they went through the routine on autopilot, knowing precisely what to do and what to say. That strange December morning as my paternal grandmother was laid to rest, I was Alice and they were all the Mad Hatter or the Queen of Hearts.
The courtroom climax of the story is a delightfully farcical satire of not merely the theatre of justice as viewed in all its beguiling and baffling ritual through the layman’s eyes, but of the perplexing ceremonial frivolity staged in the House of Lords, the employment of which always seems deliberately designed to keep a distance between the ruling class and the proles. In some respects, it’s not unlike the way in which teenage tribes use indecipherable slang to exclude adults from their enclosed clique; whether tossing about Latin phrases that only a certain kind of education can translate or babbling away in the latest adolescent Nadsat, the maintenance of an Us and a Them was (and remains) pivotal to the structure of any hierarchical society, especially the society Carroll was wryly poking fun at. His ingenious, playful manipulation of the English language throughout the story is one of its charms, and despite Miller’s version being a visual delight, the rhythm of speech integral to the satirical aspects of the book is very much intact in the dialogue.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an adaptation of the book that quite captures the essence of what makes it such a timeless tale. Jonathan Miller went on to direct and produce another one-off classic two years later when he memorably adapted MR James’ chilling ‘Whistle and I’ll Come to You’ for the BBC. What a shame he had his talented fingers in so many pies that he didn’t have time to add to what could’ve been an impressive TV CV as a film-maker; but at least his two wonderful contributions to the most far-reaching medium of the 60s survived the purge that decimated so much of that decade’s archive, and for that we must be thankful.
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