 That'll Be The Day (1974)
David
Essex, always more content in the role of actor rather than pop
star, combined both occupations in That'll Be The Day (and
its sequel Stardust).
Two films which saw his character, Jim McLean, rise from
girl-hopping delinquency on a fairground in the 1950s to
castle-owning pop stardom.
Jim is a middle-class kid whose father deserts his family soon
after leaving the army. Jim becomes increasingly restless at
school and finally flings his books into the river on the morning
of his most important exams.
After a stint as a deckchair attendant at a seaside resort, he
moves to a holiday camp (a la Butlin's) and befriends Mike (Ringo
Starr) who has been living off casual jobs for years.
Mike
teaches Jim a few basics about pulling girls, and after the
holiday season they both head off to work in a fairground (where
they make extra cash by short-changing the punters).
Meanwhile Jim's fascination with pop music grows. He watches
the holiday camp band, Stormy Tempest (Billy Fury parodying
himself) and The Hurricanes, and asks their drummer (Keith Moon of
The Who) why they don't write their own songs. "Only
Americans can write songs", comes the curt reply.
Jim returns home to help his mother run the family shop. He
marries a local girl and tries to settle down, but quickly becomes
bored with family life.
One day after meeting a former school mate who's now in a
group, Jim abruptly decides to buy a guitar and walks out on his
wife and child.
That'll
Be The Day, chiefly filmed in Manchester's Belle Vue
fairground, was the more evocative and powerful of the two films,
reflecting as it did, the retro fascination with Rock & Roll
(as evidenced by Essex's biggest hit single Rock On).
In the late 50s, Rock & Roll provided a badly needed whiff
of transatlantic glamour and an infectious vitality.
The music actually belonged to the young people and helped them
define their antagonism to older values.
As a cameo of British provincial life during that era, That'll
Be The Day struck a strong response in a youth culture that
was already looking ruefully over its shoulder.
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