LOVED ONE, THE (Jul 21, 1964) Revised film script by Terry Southern and Christopher Isherwood
Terry Southern, Christopher Isherwood (screenwriters), Evelyn Waugh (source) Black titled wrappers. Title page present, dated July 21, 1964, with credits for producers John Calley and Hashell Wexler, and screenwriters Southern and Isherwood. 162 leaves, with last leaf of text numbered 154. Mechanically reproduced, with blue and gray revision pages throughout, dated variously between 7/22/64 and 7/28/64. Pages and wrapper near fine, bound internally with two gold brads.
The sister film to Dr. Strangelove, and in the eyes of many, just as much a masterpiece of exquisitely wrought black humor. Made in the US but in a dense, British-American style. Ostensibly a satire on the funeral business, in which a young British poet winds up in a Hollywood cemetery as part of an inheritance arrangement–but in reality a satire of Hollywood itself, as well as the Western malaise of the mid-1960s.
Legendarily cowritten by two very different geniuses, Terry Southern and Christopher Isherwood. This is a film which went through many different drafts, and other writers’ names do turn up on some alternate drafts. It is particularly uncommon to see a draft of this film with both Southern and Isherwood credited.
The Loved One: An Anglo-American Tragedy (1948) was a short satiric novel by British author Evelyn Waugh, inspired by a 1947 visit to Los Angeles paid for by a film studio, MGM, that was interested in making a film adaptation of one of Waugh’s earlier novels, Brideshead Revisited (the film was never made). The targets of Waugh’s satire were Hollywood, the funeral business, newspaper advice columnists, and the community of English actors and other artists living in L.A. Waugh offered the novel to The New Yorker magazine who surprisingly declined to publish it on the grounds that two of its subjects had already been thoroughly lampooned in the novels of Nathanael West, specifically, West’s The Day of the Locust (Hollywood) and Miss Lonelyhearts (advice columnists).
Ironically, it was MGM who ended up producing the 1965 film version of Waugh’s satire. Christopher Isherwood, an English expatriate living in L.A., was a perfect choice to write the initial screenplay draft. At that point, Isherwood was best known for writing The Berlin Stories, an observational semi-autobiographical work that was eventually adapted into the play, I Am a Camera, and later, a famous musical, Cabaret. He was particularly well-suited for the “English” aspects of Waugh’s story. One suspects it was Isherwood who was responsible for modeling certain characters after real life figures. Youthful studio executive D.J., Jr. (Roddy MacDowall) appears to be based on Darryl F. Zanuck, Jr., the son of mogul Darryl F. Zanuck, while Sir Francis Hinsley (John Gielgud) in Isherwood’s screen adaptation combines elements of two other English expatriates working in Hollywood, designer Cecil Beaton and film director James Whale (the swimming pool suicide), both – like Isherwood – gay.
Terry Southern, the American hipster co-author of the porn pastiche Candy and the cinematic black comedy Dr. Strangelove: or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb was brought in to punch up the satire and black humor. Thanks to Southern, the movie lived up to its tag-line, “The Motion Picture with Something to Offend Everyone!”
Isherwood and Southern’s smart screenplay thoroughly modernizes Waugh’s plot, adding such ideas as the Blessed Reverend’s plan to clear his cemetery property for redevelopment by blasting the “stiffs” into outer space!
Script vs. Screen
This appears to be the final, or close-to-final, shooting script. The scene structure and dialogue are fairly close to the completed film, and the script even indicates specific L.A locations where certain scenes were expected to be shot. It’s clear, however, that the script continued to be modified during the shooting and editing process, and a number of gags and bits of business were added – most likely by Southern – although director Tony Richardson and improvisational actors like Jonathan Winters (playing two roles) should also be credited. Another key collaborator was maverick cinematographer Haskell Wexler, who was one of the film’s producers and responsible for its distinctive black and white look, a look that borrowed heavily from contemporary European art films like Last Year at Marienbad and Fellini’s 8 ½.
Among the changes:
The film’s opening has been streamlined. In the screenplay, the film’s protagonist Dennis Barlow (Robert Morse) arrives at the L.A. airport, is interviewed by a hostile customs agent (James Coburn), wanders through the airport, talks to a girl at Traveler’s Aid, and is then seen driving a convertible on the freeway. In the movie, as soon as the customs agent asks Barlow where he will be staying and Barlow answers “with my uncle, Sir Francis Hinsley,” we cut (while Barlow continues in voiceover) to the first scene of Sir Francis (Gielgud) having a production meeting with D.J., Jr. at the Megapolitan Pictures studio.
In the montage of jobs taken by Barlow before he finds work at the Happier Hunting Grounds pet cemetery, the screenplay includes a scene of him working in a gay bar. We know a scene like this was shot but later deleted, because stills of it exist showing Robert Morley’s character (Sir Ambrose Abercrombie) in drag.
A scene where Sir Francis, after being terminated, talks to a Mexican janitor at the studio has been eliminated.
Dr. Wilbur Kenworthy (Jonathan Winters), the proprietor of the massive Whispering Glades cemetery park is referred to in the screenplay as “The Dreamer.” In the movie, he is referred to as the “Blessed Reverend.” The recorded welcoming speech given by a statue of the Blessed Reverend to park visitors has been augmented by such lines as, “Where sorrow became the mewing of tiny kittens and splash of precious duck babies at play.”
In the movie, the scene where Whispering Glades’ Counsel Starker (Liberace) attempts to sell Barlow a coffin has been embellished with lines explaining the differences between coffins that are “waterproof,” “dampness proof,” and – best of all – “moisture proof.”
In the scene where an elderly Jewish couple is turned away from the park because it doesn’t bury people of that kind, the friendly hostess informs the couple that there are other fine establishments which could accommodate them. In the movie, she adds, “Forest Lawn, for example,” no doubt to avoid any potentially libelous confusion (heaven forbid) between the real Forest Lawn cemetery and the fictional Whispering Glades.
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