Criterion Corner: The Ruling Class (1972) - Reviewed

Courtesy of Janus Films
Hungarian director Peter Medak’s 1972 British satirical cult musical/comedy/horror film The Ruling Class is kind of anarchic, a take-no-prisoners free-for-all firing on all four cylinders while grounded by a near-manic larger than life performance from its central star and brainchild, Peter O’Toole.  

Adapted by playwright Peter Barnes from his own subversive stage text, it tells the story of Jack Gurney, 14th Earl of Gurney (Peter O’Toole), a paranoid schizophrenic nobleman who believes he is the reincarnation of Jesus Christ (or JC for short) who dressed in a swanky white suit sleeps standing upright outstretched on his own bedside cross when he isn't frolicking the estate grounds.  Set to inherit an empire after the 13th Earl of Gurney accidentally dies, his unethical uncle Sir Charles (William Mervyn), uptight Bishop Lampton (Alastair Sim) scramble to come up with a plan to either “cure” him of his insanity or simply marry him off to produce an heir in an effort to steal what’s left of the inheritance. 
 
Completely all over the map with no real predictable thread, often bursting into song and dance mid-sentence when Jack Gurney aka Jesus Christ isn’t shifting in and out of being the Lord our God, the same old Jack and finally Jack the Ripper, The Ruling Class is genuinely wild.  Though overtly a satirical comedy with its acerbic tongue firmly planted in cheek, Medak’s film co-produced by legendary British actor Jack Hawkins isn’t content to simply be a straightlaced exercise in snark, giving in throughout to increasingly absurd and bizarre flights of fancy.  


Somewhat of a character study of an unmitigated madman in a performance that goes well past chewing up the scenery as O’Toole proceeds to swallow his scenes whole, partially a barbed swipe at the follies of the bourgeoisie, The Ruling Class doesn’t always make its intentions clear but no one can deny the larger than life power of Mr. O’Toole’s performance in the piece.
 
Though much of the film involves the scheming between the other characters trying to rescue this empire from falling into the hands of a madman, Peter O’Toole’s character is at the epicenter of everything and the picture’s portrait of the British aristocracy trying to sort out a problem involving one of its own cant help but echo elements of the real biblical texts which I’m sure the playwright intended.  

There’s definitely an allegory at play here which isn’t always transmitted onscreen successfully but O’Toole is so maniacally energized in it you find yourself overlooking the film’s, at times, heavy handedness.  Recurring thematic elements can be found in Medak’s later works as well including The Changeling for mixing horror with criticism of political powers and the more recent Let Him Have It which specifically targeted the British capital punishment judicial system.

 
As with Medak’s The Changeling, The Ruling Class and its cinematographer Ken Hodges make frequent use of the wide angled lens, distorting the sides of the frame to warp characters in it and/or stretch the surroundings to make them look more claustrophobic and threatening.  Sonically speaking the film is a little bit tougher to nail, interspersed with random bursts into song when it doesn’t have O’Toole or other cast members screaming at the top of their lungs on the soundtrack.  

Whatever you remember from the madness and mayhem unleashed in Medak’s adaptation of Peter Barnes’ play, one sequence that will stick into mind is a slow buildup of O’Toole working up from a growl to a full-blown howl, his eyes looking like they’re going to pop out of his head.  Most of the film feels like you are on the receiving end of O’Toole’s roaring, not all of it registering but definitely leaving an undeniable impression.
 
At the time the low budget filmed stage play, edited by 2001: A Space Odyssey and Aliens editor Ray Lovejoy, overstays its welcome at two-and-a-half hours with the ferocious energy opening the picture starting to wane over the lengthy running time.  When released in America, the film’s distributor excised thirteen minutes out though esteemed film critic Roger Ebert remarked at the time it could’ve been even shorter.  


In Medak’s pantheon, The Changeling manages to channel many of the same ideas (and contempt) for the so-called Ruling Class with greater precision and brevity, getting all of the themes brewing about regarding corrupt or criminal figures in positions of power onscreen under the two-hour mark.  Though funny and delightfully acerbic, The Ruling Class for all of its eccentricity and the fierce (even violent) energy of Peter O’Toole tends to…meander?  Whatever the case, you won’t find another O’Toole picture quite like this one in the actor’s distinguished filmography.

--Andrew Kotwicki