A Damn Fine Cup of Culture Podcast #104: Powell and Pressburger’s Propaganda Pictures

We’ve been talking about it for years, and now it’s finally happening: we are dedicating an episode of our Damn Fine podcast to the films of Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger – with a special slant. In our May episode, Matt and Alan look at three of the duo’s films that arguably were all made to be propaganda: 49th Parallel (1941), The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (1943) and A Canterbury Tale (1944) were all made during the Second World War, and they all have a purpose and elements that can be described as propagandistic: to persuade the audience, at a time of national crisis, of a certain mindset or course of action. And at the same time, these films very much bear the hallmarks of Powell and Pressburger’s work: they are whimsical, inventive, humorous, earnest, and cinematically adventurous, playing with the audience’s expectations. (For instance: who would expect a precursor of 2001‘s famous time jump from prehistoric times to the Space Age in a whimsical tale set in rural Kent?) Join our baristas as they discuss what makes propaganda, and how Powell and Pressburger – a born Brit and an immigrant who made England his chosen home – put their own spin on the format.

P.S.: For listeners interested in the topic of cinema and propaganda, check out our episode from last year’s summer series on propaganda feature films from the Third Reich: Lost Summer – Films from the Poison Cabinet.

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The Rear-View Mirror: The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (1943)

Each Friday we travel back in time, one year at a time, for a look at some of the cultural goodies that may appear closer than they really are in The Rear-View Mirror. Join us on our weekly journey into the past!

My mother was an emigrant from England. Since both my parents were from countries other than the one where I was born and where I’ve always lived, I always felt to some extent that wherever I was from, it was elsewhere – and if pressed on the matter, I would have said that I felt a connection to England and to the UK that I didn’t feel to the place my father came from. However, over the last few years I’ve very much had both an opportunity and a reason to re-examine my feelings towards the UK. Probably it started before then, but ever since the summer of 2016 it’s been impossible to avoid the escalating conversation/shouting match/toxic circle-jerk that, at its core, seems to be about identity: what does it mean to be British? What does the UK want to be? What does it want to represent in the world? Does it want to look forward or backward, outward or inward?

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