Sir Henry at Rawlinson End Review

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A nasty old-school Englishman, Sir Henry is unsettled by the recurring presence in his huge stately home of the ghost of his dead brother Humbert and so sets about trying to exorcise it.


An aquired taste comedy based on ex-Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band front man Vivian Stanshall's monologue record that messily assembles great character acting, vicious social comedy and dotty surrealism. In a grungy mansion somewhere between the spirits of P.G. Wodehouse and Eraserhead, Trevor Howard plays the blustering and pathetically lusty Sir Henry, who has kept a few prisoners-of-war to have someone to torture, while a whispy Stanshall pops up as the twee ghost of his brother, vainly searching for the trousers which will enable him to sleep peacefully in his grave, and a splendidly intoxicated Patrick Magee puts in a cameo as the local priest.

Shot in amber-tinted black and white, this eschews hilarity in favour of vomit, decay and endless misery as it flogs a dead comedic horse.