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I Came to Play, at last.,
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This review is from: Come Play with Me: The Life and Films of Mary Millington (Paperback)
To somebody like me, one of the early "Baby Boomers", whose life was formed in the 50s and 60s, I have to say that the 1970s were naff. Silly clothes, crazy hair, but most of all appalling music and some crappy films.
I liked Mary Millington, despite never having seen her in those two infamous movies, "Come Play with Me" and "Playbirds". I'd heard about her, and she actually came to my home town to promote one of her films. Some work colleagues were fortunate enough to meet her. No heavy-handed security, non of the "celebrity" nonsense that prevails today. Mary, they said, was a lovely lady.
I did catch a showing of the Super 8 cut-down of "Come Play with Me". I liked her cute voice, and quirky acting style, but could never figure out why I liked her over and above the established female "stars" of the day. It did amuse me that while certain Hollywood Blockbusters could just manage a week's run at our circuit cinemas, Mary's films could keep going for many weeks. And they did.
Simon Sheridan's book finally gave me the answer why I liked Mary: beneath the underwear and nudity-which I never found in the least bit offensive, was a sensitive, prim, and totally unjudgemental person. This book, together with "Keeping the British End Up" throws a light on what I have said was a "naff" decade. Made infinitely brighter by the innocent fun generated by a delicate flower who wilted far, far to soon.
I've finally caught up with "Come Play with Me" and "The Playbirds" on DVD. Okay, they are not "Citizen Kane", they are much better, unpretentious and entertaining. Mary is on-screen very little in both films, but she's the one you watch. Lovely Mary.