THE
REBEL - ALAN HOLMES
Written by Alan Holmes, based on the screenplay by Ray Galton and
Alan Simpson for the film starring Tony Hancock, The Rebel is
an amusing tale of artistic expression, the perception of art and the
appreciation of it. The main character is referred to only as 'The Rebel' and we're first
introduced to him as he's making his way to work on the 8.32 train to
London Bridge, taking him to the offices of the United International
Transatlantic Consolidated Amalgamation Ltd where he's been employed
for the last 14 years as an office clerk. The Rebel, we discover, is
a frustrated artist who feels his talent has for too long gone
unrecognised. His vocation, he feels, is not to be a City worker but
an internationally acclaimed artist.
On the morning we meet him, he's not only dismissed from his job for
drawing all over his accounts ledger but also given notice to leave
his lodgings by his landlady who fails to appreciate the beauty of
the immense stone sculpture he's created in his room that has fallen
through the ceiling into the room below due to its sheer weight. So, having sunk his boats and burnt his bridges he heads off to Paris to make a name for
himself: 'The Left Bank, the Artists' Quarter of gay,
intellectual, stimulating Paris. A place where talent was recognised,
where the conventional was despised, and life was more than a round
of drudgery.'
By the time The Rebel gets there, however, he has hardly any money
and nowhere to live but by chance he encounters Paul, a struggling
English artist who offers him a place at his studio where he can not
only stay sharing half the rent but can paint in too. The Rebel, of
course, is delighted.
Paul, it turns out, is at the end of his tether; disillusioned at his
failure in being recognised as an artist of any merit even amongst
his fellow artists of the Left Bank. Being in such a low mood he is
impressed by The Rebel's confidant but ultimately meaningless art
babble, mistakingly perceiving it to be a totally new and unique
perspective on art. Similarly, when he sees The Rebel's paintings,
which are essentially childish daubings, he is susceptible to The
Rebel's view of them as being a new conception of art.
News of this highly original art master in town soon spreads and on
meeting other artists, The Rebel's patter and self confidence wins
them all over, blinding them all with his art theories without also
revealing the lamentable holes in them. Disillusioned further by realising how little he knows about art and
how minor his own talent is compared to The Rebel's, Paul soon packs
his bags and heads back home to England leaving The Rebel's star to
ascend ever higher.
A renowned art dealer who has some extremely rich clients on his
books pays The Rebel a visit at his studio and is flabbergasted at
the art he sees there, believing he's discovered a genius. The
problem, however, is that the paintings he's in awe of are actually
Paul's and The Rebel's own paintings he dismisses as rubbish. This,
of course, puts The Rebel in a dilemma.
Always with the intention of passing the money from the sale of the
paintings back to Paul, The Rebel decides there's no harm in basking
in the glory for a little while though maintaining the charade
without getting into precarious situations proves impossible. His
hand is soon forced, and after fleeing from a jealous husband he sets
off to find Paul and inform him of everything. The twist in the tale
is that since leaving Paris, Paul has continued to paint but has
changed his style completely and taking The Rebel as an influence is
now producing art far more childish and far worse than The Rebel's
ever was. When the renowned art dealer sees it, however, to the
consternation of The Rebel, he declares it an absolute work of
genius.
The book is written (and the film played, of course) for laughs and
it contains some really good lines. At one point early on in the
book, The Rebel's landlady is looking aghast upon his art: 'Well,
what do you call this horrible thing?' she asks. 'That'
The Rebel snaps 'is a self portrait.' 'What of?' she
asks.
Later on in Paris he's invited to a party being held by
Existentialists where a woman with green hair and green lipstick
informs him of how she's been waiting to meet him for so long. 'I've
heard so much about you,' she says 'This new approach to art -
the Infantile School, isn't it? It is brilliant. So primitive. It
holds messages.' Before going on to explain her Existentialism:
'We believe life is immediate. The future does not exist. Why kill
time when you can kill yourself?'
The titles The Rebel gives to his paintings are quite inventive too:
Sunset Over Suburbia Reservoir, The Chain Puller's Tibia, Exhaust
Fumes On A Wet Thursday Night, Sodium Light On A Left Buttock.
Though written for comedic effect, the book actually makes some
interesting points, most notably the idea (from the William Blake
school of thought) that it's not the recognition or the monetary gain
that's important but the actual act of creativity itself. Anything
that anyone does creative is worthwhile because art, as with beauty,
is in the eye of the beholder.
The film was released in 1961 so Albert Camus would never have seen
it as he was killed in a car crash the year before but I do wonder if
Jean-Paul Sartre (who is name-checked in the book) ever saw it and
what he might have made of it?
It's just another one of those things we'll never know.
John Serpico
Action painting!
Funny - when you did your review of Camus, I couldn't help but think about Tony Hancock. Used to watch this film regularly with Mrs. Bear when we had it on VHS; it appealed to our sense of the ludicrousness of the art world. Some great laughs, too. The action painting on a bike is perfect. Nice cameo from Irene Handl as the landlady.
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