Celebrating 40 years - Guest Curators Project

The East Anglian Film Archive was established in 1976 (and part of the University of East Anglia since 1984)  -  we are celebrating our 40th anniversary in 2016. The collection built up over a forty year period includes thousands of films and television programmes from 1896 to the present day, including unique collections from Anglia Television, BBC East, and the Institute of Amateur Cinematographers. The collection includes approximately 75,000 catalogue titles and 148,000 physical items in total in the vaults.
To mark the occasion we have invited guest curators including UEA alumni, honorary graduates of UEA and people involved in the film industry to write responses to a small selection of EAFA's films.
In addition to the responses being published on social media you can read them here.
We are grateful to everyone who has contributed to the celebrations in this way.

Cat no. 3013

Richard Bracewell on 'A Game For Three (1976)' - March 2017

Running time17:40 Colour Sound 1976 Ilkley, West Yorkshire

In ‘A Game for Three’ a Bolivian au pair comes to stay with a middle-class Yorkshire family and has sex with the dad in a forest. Or the dad seduces the young woman – with his earthy charm and pelvis-hugging cream suits. Whether you think the former or latter depends on whether you’re watching then or now.

The au pair, Luisa, is introduced to the dad in a scene that defines film cliché: at work under his car the dad spies two pairs of approaching female legs, one set clothed in shapeless polyester slacks, the other all billowing promise and bare ankles. He slides out from beneath his Hillman Avenger for his big reveal. He looks like a TV newsreader.

Luisa soon makes herself indispensible, helping mother with all those household chores that back then were the preserve of women and Bolivian au pairs. The dad returns from a hard day reading the news to give Luisa a driving lesson, if you catch my drift, and it wasn’t the filmmaking but the passing of time that had me thinking something was wrong. Because this is an archive, not a jukebox. It’s not always there for the nice things in life – like singing postmen or Norwich winning the Milk Cup. Sometimes you have to be reminded about the way we were, and it wasn’t all innocent playground frolics and corkscrew perms.

What stands the test of time is the clarity of voice – filmmaker Mollie Butler. When the wronged mother watches three boys play ‘Piggy in the Middle’ she consoles herself: “I can always hide the ball. It might burst or go soft. It’s not made to last.” It’s Rousseau meets ‘Butterflies’. She isn’t angry; or entirely accepting. She just wonders if there might be something better.

At the end of the film Luisa reclines on British Rail tartan, sparks up a Lambert & Butler and thinks about all the marvels she has seen. The implication, on this occasion, is that she used him. It must have been the way he read those headlines.

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Cat no. 212828

Guy Myhill on 'Broads Journey (1970s)' - December 2016

Running time6:14 Colour Silent 1970s Norfolk

I was going to choose the Mohammed Ali film for no real reason other than that friends and I always tell the unsuspecting that he opened the Earlham House Shopping Centre in Norwich, but I’ve gone for Broads Journey, a Super 8mm film instead.

I love Super 8, it’s unlike any other moving medium format. It’s principally a silent film gauge which really keyed in my interest in visual storytelling when I started to use it as a kid. The sci - fi looking camera stashed away in the loft had a magnetic attraction and critically the results were always poetic, atmospheric, and beguiling.

My favourite moments in Broads Journey are the moving sequences where the landscape really opens up. You can’t beat an Eastern skyline, and it’s no different here.

In my mind there’s a clear back story.

I can see a woman standing proud at the waters edge. A man approaches, clears his throat. ‘You considered my offer Maam?’

The woman says nothing, before the man mutters something like ‘So what do you say?’ Finally she replies, ‘You know nothing has changed’. And the man nods and watches as she slowly backs away.

And now we are into the film and the moving long shots, the disappearing waterfowl, the setting sun dropping in the distance…. And we wordlessly witness how the emptiness, already so big and vast, can actually expand into a kind of preview of the rest of the man’s life, where one more item of hope has been removed.

This is the thing about Eastern skylines, they can do their work without any commentary. Like Super 8 really.

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Cat no. 921

Hayley Long on 'University of East Anglia (1982)' - November 2016

Running time17:59 Colour Sound 1982 Norwich, Norfolk

Oh my word! This film is an absolute gem. In 1982, the UEA’s marketing department were clearly tackling the question of how to encourage applications from overseas students and their answer was this short promotional film.

‘The lectures are not compulsory,’ says one young man in a clipped English accent. Another voice - female this time but also clipped - says, ‘You don’t have seminar leaders telling you what to do - if you fail it’s your fault.’

And, as if that sense of ownership over your own potential failure were not incentive enough, this film just keeps getting better! Young women with Lady Diana haircuts and immaculate white blouses chat together as they stir their baked beans in a shared kitchen. Another girl is shown jogging in sultry slow-motion in her enormous navy PE knickers; and - in my favourite shot of all - Kevin Keegan’s dreamy twin schmoozes his way around a class of budding journalists who hang on his every word.

Meanwhile, there are entire rooms filled with computers that look like microwave ovens. Girls party in pink diamond-studded jumpsuits. A future bestselling author sings new wave rock in the student union. Everyone smokes nonchalantly in their graduation gowns.

This place is so ludicrously cool and so impossibly wonderful that I can easily picture the thrilled faces of those potential overseas students of the 80s as they sat in front of their VHS video players and thought, ‘Norwich, I am on my way.’

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Cat no. 756

DJ Taylor on 'The Singing Postman (1967)' - October 2016

Running time14:17 Colour Sound 1967 Norfolk

I am just about old enough to remember the Singing Postman (real name Allan Smethurst) in the days when he was famous. Certainly I can recall hearing his signature song 'Hev Yew Gotta Loight, Boy?' blaring out of a radio sometime in the late 1960s. He really was, or had been, a postman and the GPO - as it then was - allowed him to keep the uniform and be filmed cycling around the Norfolk back-lanes in it for promotional purposes. In his early to mid-Sixties heyday he joined a whole roster of weird and all-but unclassifiable pop acts such as Wee Willie Harris and Pinky and Perky who burned brightly for a year or so and then sank beneath the waves of fashion.

To some listeners the Postman's doleful evocations of life out on the East Anglian flat were novelty songs, pure and simple. To me he is a genuine folk poet hymning a way of life that had already begun to disappear when he wrote about it - see a song like 'Following the Binder Round' in which the whole village turns out to secure the harvest. The short promotional films that make up this DVD were originally shot to herald an American tour, in which it was thought that Allan's clear debt to US country music - he took his name from Jimmy Scott, 'the Singing Brakeman' - would enable him to shine as the exponent of 'country and eastern.' Sadly by this time his chronic shyness and stage-fright had taken him to the bottle and the tour never happened.

Smethurst died in 2000, a recluse in a Grimbsy Salvation Army hostel in which he had lived for over a quarter of a century. All we have left of him are the songs and these extraordinary visuals - including the only song of his with a direct political reference, 'They're Orl Playing Dommies in the Bar', with its line about people discussing 'the bomb.' Much more arresting to me is the call and answer of the refrain - 'Kin yer go?' Pause. 'No.' He was the Philip Larkin of Mundesley beach and we should cherish his memory.

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Cat no. 44

Stephen Fry on 'Cinema Advertisements (1976)' - August 2016

Running time4:03 Colour Sound 1976 Fakenham, Norfolk

If there is one area in cultural life that activates the nostalgia glands into frenzy, it is cinema advertising. When we are young, sitting inside a movie theatre, gazing up glassy-eyed before the beginning of the main feature, we are utterly captive.

Watching the archive of 1976 cinema advertisements has been like being attached by electrode to some insane science fiction machine. Out have bubbled emotions and memories that I had thought lost or too deeply buried for recall.

I am in what we unfairly called the Fakenham Fleapit (the Regal, was it?), a warm Kia-Ora in my hands, its foil lid pierced by a straw. There were dazzling feature-film style 35 mm commercials for Gordon’s Gin and Benson and Hedges cigarettes but first and the most fun for me were these off cuts of off-the-peg and generic 16mm footage over which were laid details of the Downham Market, Fakenham or Wisbech. My brother’s friends and I would hoot with derisive laughter as the bought-in generic slides or dirty 16mm footage were followed by a wobbling card for the local car dealer or electrical appliance shop. The details on these cheerfully naff little ads bring the era alive far more than any scholarly historical record. Colour TVs were still luxurious enough to be available for rental. The recordings of Barry Blue, the Osmonds, Gilbert O’Sullivan, the Bay City Rollers – could be bought on vinyl, cassette or 8-track cartridge playable on your exciting new or used Marina, Cavalier, or Cortina.

And the voices: this archive shows us advertisements provided by Presbury’s Screen Advertising, a company later acquired by the iconic and adored Pearl and Dean. It was Guy Presbury who famously advised clients that they should avoid the use of regional accents when advertising. A pity, hilarious as the bland voiceover accents intoned by metropolitan actors are, a fruity Norfolk brogue would have set them off so much better.

These archives are time machines.

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Cat no. 294

Gideon Koppel on 'Tramway Ride Through Principal Streets (1902)' - August 2016

Running time2:43 Black & White Silent 1902 Norwich, Norfolk

The image on screen is monochrome, grainy and vignetted; it pulsates, flickers and is at once, evocative and painterly in sensibility. Dust, dirt and scratches are part of this visual aesthetic and at first distracts the focus of my vision, but then I adjust and find myself travelling down a street behind a horse-drawn carriage. I notice details: the bowler hat of the driver who has his back to us, the sloping wheels and the movement of the horses' hooves glimpsed underneath the carriage.

Out of my peripheral vision I see the pavements and start to build up a picture of the street and its life. Although the film is silent, I can almost hear the sounds of a city vibrant with people and sense the smells of densely populated environment. This could be New York, or London... but it isn't: it is Norwich in 1902.

The pavements are crowded with people going about their business. Who are these people, what were they thinking at that very moment, and what became of them after the camera passed them by?

As I continue the journey through the streets of Edwardian Norwich I become aware that the camera is mounted high up and is slightly tilted down onto the tram tracks running in front of me. The camera movement is beautifully fluid and stable. Combined with precise choreography of people and traffic crossing in front of me, this has an uncanny and incongruous quality of contemporary cinema. This visual sophistication momentarily disturbs the assumed authenticity that certified 'archive' material carries... .

I cast my mind back to what I already know about 1902: this was when the Boer War ended, when Manchester United Football Club was formed, Marmite was invented and 'Heart of Darkness' published. This was also the year that the first permanent cinema opened in the United States - The Electric Theatre in Los Angeles. Exactly a decade later a cinema of the same name opened on the Prince of Wales Road in Norwich.

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