The Nanny 1965
Master Joey is a complete irritant.

One of the best Christmas presents I have ever received, yes, even greater than the roller-skates when I was seven, and I wrote that correctly, they were roller-skates not roller-boots which basically meant they were flipflops with wheels, was The Hammer Collection box set. 20 Hammer films including all their classic movies (although that’s a matter of opinion), some I have seen a long time ago and some I have yet to watch. I’m planning to cover some of them in this blog…well, I’ll see how I go.
The first one I fancied out of the box was 1965’s The Nanny with Bette Davies and Wendy Craig, a film I had not seen and the IMDB premise piqued my interest.
There's just something not quite right when Bette Davis stars as an English nanny. And is her 10-year-old charge an emotionally disturbed murderer or just an insolent brat?
The film opens with Bette Davies carrying a parcel through a playground and a park and all is good with the world, it has to be, the music by Richard Rodney Bennett tells us so. She eventually ends up at her employers who are having a to do where the mother is in tears and the husband is telling her to pull herself together, why? Because their son is coming home. Bette swans about as if this is a regular occurrence and already the husband and wife relationship is an uncomfortable watch with the prickly James Villiers, who also played a prickly role in For Your Eyes Only, instructing Wendy Craig to put some make up on while she bawls into a pillow.

Bette Davies, the nanny, has bought a welcome home cake for their son who has been away for 2 years and Wendy Craig doesn’t want him home. At this point we gain an inkling something happened a couple of years ago and the mother is frightened. An interesting premise indeed and we’re only six minutes in. I’ve only ever seen Wendy Craig in the sitcom Butterflies and to see her in a dramatic role was an enjoyable experience as she played the part of a broken and fearful mother very well.
The nanny seems like the perfect employee. Hard working, loyal, sweet and very forgiving considering the amount of abuse she receives from the son, Joey, and what an annoying little shit he is. When we first meet him he’s playing a practical joke by pretending to hang himself. A sadistic prank but a wonderful set up of how things would play out. I don’t want to go any further into the plot as this will just give too much away. It’s an unsettling film. What it lacks in scares it makes up for in tension and drama with an undercurrent of doubt from viewer as we’re always guessing what the actual truth is. It also, probably unwittingly, gives a snapshot into a 60s patriarchal family unit with a dominant and cold husband and a trodden down wife whom he bullies by simply being dissatisfied by his wife’s weaknesses. The way it unfolds and the skill of the writing just shows you what can be achieved with a small set, a small cast of a well defined characters and a collection of excellent actors.
Bette Davies carries this film with such ease. The power of her performance was so captivating that by the end of I wondered if the film would’ve had as much impact with someone else in the lead role. The film is worth your time just for Davies’s portrayal and its 89 minute run time means it doesn’t outstay its welcome and has an excellent ending. 8/10


For some reason I thought I had already seen this Hammer Horror classic and maybe I had when I was younger but I could not recall the opening scenes suggesting I had not. I recognised imagery from the film thanks to trailers, clips and segments in Iron Maiden videos; perhaps this was the cause of my mistake. My expectations were high when hitting play as some, especially in the British Horror Group I am a member of, herald it as peak Hammer with the great Christopher Lee often siting The Devil Rides Out as his favourite Hammer film. It had a lot to live up to, however, invariably such films fail to deliver due to unmeetable expectations, but Christopher Lee, Devil worship, Charles Gray, directed by the great Terence Fisher…what could go wrong?
First of all, it was lovely to see Christopher Lee starring as the protagonist, not the action type, that was the job of Leon Greene, but as the wise council and voice of reason, no wonder it was Lee’s favourite Hammer film, he got the chance to play a good guy for once.
The film doesn’t hang about, as soon as Leone Green lands his plane and is met by Christopher Lee. He asks about someone called Simon and within a few lines of dialogue we’re at Simon’s new house because they’re worried about him and hadn’t seen him for at least three months. My first thought was he’d met a girl or taken a new job but it turns out he’s having a dinner party and hob nobbing with a group of new friends from an astronomical society. Of course, Christopher Lee suspects they’re all devil worshippers ready to sacrifice chickens. For me, it was a stretch for him to conclude this within the first nine minutes of the film and I wish more time was given for his suspicions to embed. A general decline in Simon’s behaviour perhaps or more clues gathered to Simon’s new ‘hobby’, it all happened a little too quickly, especially as Simon’s behaviour is quite pleasant and not sinister at all. Simon’s bought a new house, I’ve not seen him in three months that means he’s dealing in black magic. Simon insists Greene and Lee leave (this would make more than thirteen at the party and thus unable to perform the ritual) but Lee punches Simon’s lights out instead before kidnapping him and slugging the butler at the same time, it was all a little clunky for me.







