Not having read Thomas Armstrong's novel, I am not in a position to say how closely the film mirrors it. Not having been alive during the period portrayed (although some would argue otherwise)I am also left to review with my post-war attitudes. However, having spent my formative years in-and-around villages like 'Ramsfield' each with mills such as 'Bankdam' I believe Walter Forde's film does give a fairly accurate picture, albeit slightly cleaner than some locales I can think of.
Many will probably judge 'Master of Bankdam' to be melodramatic, so it is what of it? It is a good study of relationships and sibling rivalry, also, I believe, a very fair representation of how things were, almost up until the 1960s in some respects.
The leading characters are well played, I could recognise my paternal grandad in much of Tom Walls' Simeon, the founder of the dynasty, and Nancy Price's Lydia was as accurate a portrayal of women of her type as you could wish for, at times she looked and sounded like both my grandmothers, with the same attitudes.
Both Dennis Price and Stephen Murray are excellent in their vying roles, although Price's voice lacks the convincing 'Yorkshireness' of Murray's; Linden Travers and David Tomlinson are so convincing as Zebediah's shallow, social-climbing wife and son that you would be forgiven for wanting to slap some sense into their silly vacuous heads.
The crowning glory of the film, however, is the exquisite Anne Crawford, her Annie, from young weaver to dignified family elder, is wholly believable (I courted one or two girls just like her). Her life and career tragically cut short by leukemia, had she survived I am convinced that she would have been one of The Grand Dames of British theatre.
Stereotypical? Perhaps, but stereotypes are based upon real people that's why we use them.
All in all then a damned good film ,and more than likely a damned good book.
Incidentally, unless I missed it, nobody speaks those immortal words: 'There's trouble at t'mill'.
One minor criticism, when I war a lad there warn't such things as 'textile operatives' they war all mill 'ands - spinners, weavers, burlers, menders, even bobbin liggers - mill 'ands one and all, and not ashamed to be called so. Textile operative indeed, had you spouted such pretentious nonsense in the local social club you would have been laughed out of the place; one can only surmise that gem was placed in the blurb by some Politically Correct spin doctor type.
Millions Like Us [1943] [DVD The Crowthers of Bankdam