the case of the missing mother
by Douglas Messerli
Graham Greene (screenplay, with
additional dialogue by Lesley Storm and William Templeton), Carol Reed
(director) The Fallen Idol / 1948,
USA 1949
Carol Reed's The Fallen Idol is a mystery movie with hardly any mystery to it.
We begin with a grand exit from what is apparently the French embassy in
London, as everyone, including the Ambassador says goodbye. Left behind are
only the head butler and housekeeper Baines and his wife, two cleaning women,
and a small boy, Phillipe (the loveable Bobby Henrey), the Ambassador's son.
The Ambassador evidently will be away for a few days, as he mumbles
something to the effect that he will be bringing "back" the boy's
mother. Accordingly, right from the beginning we observe things as they may
appear from the boy's point of view, a bit confusing, with an ever-present
sense of mystery in the air. What soon does become clear to us, however, is the
Ambassador himself has not spent much time with his lonely son. A substitute
father and companion has been found in the head butler, Baines (Ralph
Richardson), who dotes on the boy, telling him larger than life tales about his
adventures in Africa, taking him on daily walks, and sharing the secret of the
boy's beloved pet snake.
In fact, Phillipe is a complete innocent, but is of that age when he is
beginning to think things out, to make sense of the adult reality which in a
few years he must embrace. Like Mrs. Baines, he too is nearly all movement as
he flies around the large embassy, sneaking views of people from different
vantages and levels of the multistoried building. Observing Baines leaving, he
follows down the fire escape, but loses sight of his friend soon after.
As he strolls down the street, staring into store windows and even
asking for Baines at a nearby pub, he suddenly comes upon his friend sitting in
the corner of a tea shop with a young woman who is crying as Baines pleads with
her in loud whispers. The adult audience immediately suspects
Soon after, Baines asks the boy to keep their meeting secret, to which
Phillipe, perceiving it as a sort of game, readily agrees. By evening Mrs.
Baines, after detecting the word "they" in Phillipe's explanation of
where he has been, also requests he keep their conversation a secret: "You
can keep our secret now? Hmmm? Yes?" Suddenly we understand that the
serpent in this Eden is not the boy's snake, but each of the adults as they,
abusing the boy's innocence, strip it away through lie after lie.
Pretending to visit her mother in the country, Mrs. Baines announces her
departure the next morning, while Baines, boy in hand, rushes to a meeting with
his girlfriend, Julie, in the zoo. Again, they attempt to communicate their
differences while entertaining their young charge. Phillipe, who quite
expectedly, is keen on visiting the Reptile House. As he stares through the
window at a cobra, the snake spits venom onto the glass, demonstrating that—just
as Baines has suggested "There are lies and lies.... Some lies are just
kindness"— so are there snakes and snakes. Some of them will kill you.
Later, Phillipe discovers that Mrs. Baines has found his hidden snake and destroyed it!
A short while later, Mrs. Baines faces off with her husband at the head
of the long stair case, demanding to know where the interloper is. Baines
attempts to quiet her, fearing the boy will hear. Phillipe has in fact already
been awakened by the woman and is watching the entire scene in terror. As he
runs to another level of the house to witness the scene better, Mrs. Baines
moves to a higher point to see if she might glimpse her nemesis below, only to
slip, falling the several floors to her death. Seeing what has happened from
the new vantage, Phillipe has no way of knowing what really occurred, and can
only suppose that his dear friend has pushed his wife to her death.
Horrified by the reality he has thought he has witnessed, and frankly,
having loved Baines almost as a replacement father, he runs, dressed only in
his nightshirt, into the streets, racing away from anyone who might approach
until he meets up with a friendly policeman who invites him for a cup a tea—to
be sipped, it turns out, in the police station. Queried, Phillipe will not
speak, clearly out of horror, but also perhaps in fear of revealing anything
more than he already has.
At this point a strange event occurs, which, I would argue, is perhaps
at the heart of the real mystery of this work. The police have recently
arrested a prostitute, who in a cockney accent, humorously claims she was
"just walking in her sleep." When confronted by the policemen,
Phillipe suddenly goes to the woman for comfort and solace. It is the first
time he has touched a woman in the entire film, and in that act we are reminded
that he has had no mother, evidently for some time. The prostitute, Rose (Dora
Bryan) comments—just as previously has Mrs. Baines—that the boy needs a
haircut, reiterating the boy's lack of maternal attention. She finally elicits
his address and, ultimately, his name. "Oh, I know your father," she
proclaims.
At that point the film returns to its somewhat predictable
"story," the mystery of which we have already been shown, as the boy
is brought home, Baines questioned, blood and fingerprints checked, etc.
Questioned once more by the police, the boy continues what he believes is the
protection of his hero and his beloved replacement father by denying
everything, even after the police have uncovered the relationship between
Baines and Julie and suspect the butler of having killed his wife. Baines tells
only the truth, but by refusing to say what he has seen, the boy almost
convicts him. Julie finally tells Philippe that he must no longer lie:
"The truth can't harm Baines. Don't you realize he's innocent?" Who
is the child to believe?
Fortunately, the expert police find the dead woman's footprint in the
dirt from an overturned plant on the higher overhang from which she has fallen,
and recognize that she has not been pushed. Baines is declared innocent. Now
the child suddenly is determined to tell the truth, but no one will listen to
him, no one will hear that it was he
who had overturned the pot. Try as he might to relay his honest admission—which
obviously has little to do with the police's determination—he is ignored. The
adult world, for Phillipe, remains incomprehensible.
Will Phillipe continue to admire a man whom he believes actually did
kill his wife and has lied to him about his African past? And what of his
parents, who suddenly, at film's end, reappear? Where has Phillipe's mother
really been? Some viewers have suggested that she has been in the hospital. But
if so, why? And why did the Ambassador need several days to fetch her back? Was
she in a French hospital? Perhaps the father has also been lying. Perhaps the
couple, who seem to have been separated for some time, had marital differences.
Clearly, we know the father has used the services of Rose!
The Fallen Idol of this film
is not just Phillipe's friend Baines, but is truth itself. Encouraged to lie by
almost all the adults of this film, the boy can never again be sure of anything
he is told. Near the end of the work, the Inspector asks Phillipe: "Shall
I tell you a secret?" to which Phillipe responds emphatically,
"No!"
This is a wonderful film about a youthful love and his sudden
recognition that there are always dangers in the ones you might most admire,
that, as adults, they to lie, they too can easily abandon you, and they also
might possibly to real evil. This boy has learned the dangers of love and
admiration long before he should have, and one wonders how that might influence
his young mind in the future. Reed, as long studied the adolescent mind in films
such as A Kid for Two Farthings and Olivier! as well as exploring
the adult world of deceit and delusion in A Night Train to Munich, The Third
Man, and Our Man in Havana, exploring a potent mix of what happens
to innocents and believers.
Los Angeles, January 28, 2012
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2012) and Reading Films: My
International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2012).




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