Abigail's Party
Beverly wears low-cut dresses, too much make-up, and has a reputation as a man-eating monster. She turns a social get-together between married couples into a virtual time-bomb of emotional tension.
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- Cast:
- Alison Steadman , Tim Stern , Janine Duvitski , John Salthouse
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I'll tell you why so serious
The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.
Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.
This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.
I never saw 'Abigail's Party' in 1977 and seemed to have missed the repeats, so I was grateful to 'The Observer' for giving the D.V.D. away last Sunday. It was devised and directed by the talented Mike Leigh, with the dialogue improvised by the cast.It centres around a posh party thrown by overbearing Beverly ( Alison Steadman ) and her control freak husband Lawrence ( Tim Stern ). They have invited their neighbours - divorcée Susan ( Harriet Reynolds ) and husband-and-wife Angela ( the wonderful Janine Duvitski ) and Tony ( John Salthouse ).Beverly's taste in music extends as far as Tom Jones and Demis Roussos ( the obese Greek who got to No.1 in Britain in the mid-'70's with 'Forever & Ever' ) and her idea of art is tacky pseudo-porn. Lawrence fancies himself as an art buff, listens to James Galway, and brags about owning 'The Complete Works Of William Shakespeare', despite never having read a word. Angela is every bit as vapid as Beverly, and while they chat Tony looks thoroughly embarrassed. He is like a volcano waiting to erupt and at the end, does.Poor Susan has gone to the party mainly to escape from the one her daughter, the Abigail of the title, is currently throwing. From all accounts it sounds like the orgy of the century. She too is a reluctant guest ( and vomits in the bathroom at one point ). Beverley's probing questions about her failed marriage causes her distress, but the hostess appears not to notice. So you have an interesting mix of characters here. Lawrence and Beverly are perfect examples of people trying to be something they are not. Another reviewer claims this is a revealing snap-shot of '70's life, but I beg to differ. Change the fashions, alter a few details here and there, and the story would work now. We've all been to parties like this, where the men are sidelined by the women ( I went to one in June ), and we've all met a dozen or so social-climbers like 'Beverly'. The era in which it was made is irrelevant.Nothing much happens over the course of 101 minutes ( Lawrence and Beverly row over art, and he experiences a fatal heart attack ), but the dialogue is believable and performances are uniformly excellent, particularly Alison Steadman as the dreadful, self-obsessed 'Beverly'. She has been rightly described as the prototype for 'Edina' from 'Absolutely Fabulous'. Chain smoking, talking rubbish, flirting openly with her male guests, she is a total pain ( though admittedly very sexy! ). Janine Duvitski's 'Angela' likewise has much in common with 'Pippa', her 'One Foot In The Grave' character.Like the title character in 'Waiting For Godot', Abigail is only talked about but never seen. In the years since its broadcast, the play has acquired a cult following, and some fans stage their own parties by way of tribute. So thanks to the 'Observer' for letting me have a good laugh for free. The accompanying article, however, featured the likes of Arabella Weir, Julia Davis, and Tony Holland all claiming to have derived inspiration from Mike Leigh's play. In what way? 'Abigail's Party' was funny!
The best bit (for me) is when Beverley is putting on Donna Summer's "Love to Love You" and fixing herself a drink at the beginning of the play. She puts the needle on the record and at the same time she opens the drinks cabinet's sliding door directly above her head with her spare hand in a smooth, perfectly performed robotic motion. She then sits to consume her drink and, with the look of a Basilisk, surveys her domain. It is her appearance which really startles. Her red dress is of the finest polyester, but exposes her flesh in unflattering ways. She sometimes looks like a jellyfish, with the tendrils flapping away, or like some monster who has made a dress out of the leftover bits of red meat of her victims. Either way, you are in no doubt that Beverley is the hostess with the mostest. You know you are in for trouble when her husband Lawrence comes in and she pipes up "Hi". It's done in such a dissatisfied, unloving way, that you can see she's going to kill him one way or another.
i was an avid watcher of 'play for today' because the next day at work everybody would talk about it.in the case of abigail's party people still talk about it now.when the wonderful alison steadman created the social climbing hostess beverly,she created a monster.as she strutted her stuff we cringed.her awful taste in music,her walking all over her husband,her unsubtle attempts to seduce tony,her thanking sue for the bottle of red wine and putting it in the fridge. when the play was re-screened two years later it captured an audience of 16 million.it has since become a favourite for brave amateur drama groups.my favourite story concerning this is the group that decided to stage the play and use real alcoholic drinks-they never made it to act 2.
Wow. Abigail's Party - and I am the first person to comment on it? This is certainly an interesting film. In parts it's riotously funny... I mean laugh-out-loud funny... the characters are all obnoxious (except perhaps Sue) with traits that'll make you thank the Lord that they are not your neighbours or friends. The tension just rises and rises through the film... you know it's building up to something big... by the end though it's damn depressing. You hate these characters, you want to shout at them! But the acting is brilliant. Alison Steadman's Beverly full of clichés and tartiness, with a voice that gives you the creeps. Tim Stern (Laurence), the hen-pecked husband, an uptight little weasel and an intellectual snob. Angela (Jane Duvitski), weak and ineffectual, annoying as hell, easily-led, yet comes through the whole thing with more strength than the others. John Salthouse as Tony is a magnificent character, you can feel his anger brewing underneath this quiet exterior. And then there's Susan, played by Harriet Reynolds, whose unseen daughter Abigail is the one having the party. Sue's the one who gets thrown in with all these misfits... poor thing. The setting is claustrophobic, the humour is full on, sometimes though it just gets a little too nasty for words, and leaves a rather bittersweet taste. Funny it may be but it's a bloody painful ride, and though it's looking seriously dated, it's still a fascinating piece of work.