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This Sporting Life

By |2018-03-21T18:38:26+01:00October 8th, 2009|Reviews|


Date: 1963

Director: Lindsey Anderson

Starring: Richard Harris, Rachel Roberts, Alan Badel, William Hartnell, Colin Blakely, Vanda Godsell, Arthur Lowe, Glenda Jackson


avid Storey 1960 novel “This Sporting Life” told the story of a West Yorkshire coal miner who saw rugby as a way from inner earth to outer, from the ugliness below to a something better above. But there’s a catch. Rugby is the coal mining of sports. It’s fierce, bloody, unprotected (Storey once played professionally). All the more reason to praise director Lindsay Anderson’s choice of gritty Irishman Richard Harris as Frank Machin, the mean but needy hero.

Anderson, perhaps the most ambitious and best of the British New Wave directors, doesn’t sentimentalize Frank. A misfit while underground, he comes into his own on the field through brute strength and bad manners, both exploited by management (led by team owner Gerald Weaver; Alan Badel). He’s a gladiator, vain, coarse, abused and abusive.

He falls for his landlady, Margaret Hammon (Rachel Roberts), but while Frank wants love, she’s put off by his coarseness. She’s a grieving, embittered widow who sees Frank for what he is, “a great ape on a football field.” Anderson transforms rugby into a 15-round rite, with Frank molded into a depraved and money-hungry star. Despite paydays by team owner Weaver (whose wife becomes entangled with Frank), the hard knocks ethic of the mines resurfaces. Frank is ultimately wasted and worthless. “We don’t have stars in this game,” he tells Weaver’s wife, “that’s soccer.”

Anderson’s black-and-white captures the British working class treadmill in which success is grim precursor to downward slide. “Dumbledore” Harris, a nonconformist who fought alcoholism for most of his life, didn’t so much act as hew to form. He’s the man who once said: “I’m not interested in reputation or immortality or things like that… I don’t care what I’m remembered for. I don’t care if I’m remembered. I don’t care if I’m not remembered. I don’t care why I’m remembered. I genuinely don’t care.” For Harris and Roberts alone, this gritty, period-piece critique of rag-to-riches stardom is a startling bit of business.

About the Author:

A military brat, Marcia Yarrow was born in Hamburg, Germany but grew up in Germany, Spain, and Provo, Utah. She's been writing for the magazine since its creation in 2004.