"MRS. MINIVER":
The Family in War-Time
The Times (London) July 8, 1942 page 6
It seems a long time ago since Mrs. Miniver, now the heroine of a
film coming to the Empire on Friday, graced the Court page of The Times
with her musings and comments on her cultured, comfortable, charming family
life. There was always something so safe and serene about her, a suggestion
of the Queen Anne tea-service and cucumber sandwiches on the lawn with
Rupert Brooke's clock standing at ten to three.
The Minivers were well-off, without being rich. Clem knew about shooting
and fishing as well as architecture; Vin was at Eton; Mrs. Miniver herself
could be trusted to find the technical phrase for the latest ballet; but
there was nothing ostentatious about them -- Mrs. Miniver's instinct for
the right, the amusing, the undramatic attitude could always be relied
upon. A family, indeed, which resentful barbarians could, with the merest
jiggle of the pencil, turn into a caricature of the complacent, which Jane
Austen would have understood and exploited with an endearing malice, and
it was brave of a Hollywood film company to have chosen the Minivers as
a means of illustrating to America the way in which the English behave
under the impact of war.
It must be made clear that the Minivers on the screen are by no means
the Minivers of the book -- Vin, for instance, has obviously never been
to Eton -- and the picture of England at war suffers from that distortion
which seems inevitable whenever Hollywood cameras are trained on it. It
is absurd to show an English village unaware of the bombing of Warsaw,
and caught unprepared for the news of the declaration of war, and, even
if this mistake is accepted as incidental, its parallels throughout nag
at the natural sense of gratitude for an American film which is generous
and whole-hearted in its desire to offer tribute to the courage and character
of ordinary people attacked by a force they are determined to resist.
While, however, the fatal lack of precision in the camera's lenses
is persistent, Miss Greer Garson
is always at hand to cloak with the virtue of her acting the flaws in the
production. She gives a performance which lifts the screen to the level
of the best traditions of the stage, and Mrs. Miniver in her hands, becomes
a warm, human, and altogether admirable human being. Mr. Walter
Pidgeon overcomes the handicap of an American accent and intonation
in giving his account of Clem, and Dame
May Whitty and Miss Theresa
[sic] Wright are more than
competent in their contrasting parts.
© 1942 The Times
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