
THE NOT-SO-QUIET ENGLISHMAN
Sir Michael Caine gives the performance of his career in The Quiet American
By
Alex Simon
Editor’s Note: This article appeared in the December 2002 issue of Venice Magazine.
It’s fair to say that Michael Caine was one of the cultural architects that helped change the world during the 1960s. As part of the first generation of working class English artists that helped give that turbulent decade its voice, Caine, along with fellow blue collar blokes Sean Connery, The Beatles, Joe Orton, John Osborne, David Hockney, Albert Finney, Tom Courtenay and Terence Stamp (to name a few) gave the English working class a voice, and a spotlight, into the forefront of popular culture, so much so, that middle and upper class English speaking kids the world-over suddenly turned into cockneys, accent and all, seemingly overnight.
Born Maurice Jospeh Micklewhite in St. Olave’s Hospital London, March 14, 1933, Caine was the first of two sons born to a fish-market porter and a charwoman (cleaning woman), who grew up poor in London’s tough East End. After doing his military service in Korea as an infantryman, Caine found the only job he could upon his return home: as an assistant stage manager with a repertory company, gradually working his way up from bit parts, to featured roles on the stage. Initially changing the marquee-unfriendly “Maurice Micklewhite” to “Michael Scott,” Caine spotted a cinema marquee for The Caine Mutiny one afternoon and was struck by a thunderbolt. Michael Caine was thus born.
More stage work, and many lean years, followed, culminated by Caine’s understudying pal Peter O'Toole in “The Long and the Short and the Tall,” a role that Caine later assumed when the show went on tour. After doing bit parts on television and in film, Caine landed his first major role in the international hit Zulu (1964) playing, ironically, an upper class fop in Her Majesty’s army. The following year Caine began his path to stardom with the landmark role of working class spy Harry Palmer in The Ipcress File (Caine would repeat the role in two more features and one TV-movie), cementing it with the sleeper hit Alfie in 1966, also earning his first Oscar nomination for the eponymous lead role, an unrepentant womanizer in swinging London.
Caine quickly became one of the most prolific film actors in the world, averaging 2-3films a year, an average that continued until very recently (now he’s slowed down to a mere 1-2 films a year). To date, Caine has appeared in 132 features and television films. Just a few notable titles in that bunch include: The Italian Job (1969), Too Late the Hero(1970), the noir gangster masterpiece Get Carter(1971), Sleuth (1972), John Huston’s classic The Man Who Would be King(1975), The Eagle Has Landed (1976), A Bridge Too Far (1977), California Suite (1978), Dressed to Kill (1980), Educating Rita (1983), Woody Allen’s Hannah and Her Sisters(1986) for which Caine won his first Oscar as Best Supporting Actor, Mona Lisa(1986), the superb telefilm Jack the Ripper (1988), Dirty Rotten Scoundrels(1988), A Shock to the System(1990), Blood and Wine (1997), Little Voice(1998), The Cider House Rules(1999) for which he won his second Best Supporting Oscar, Philip Kaufman’s Quills(2000), Last Orders (2001), and most recently Ausitn Powers in Goldmember (2002), playing Austin’s dentally-challenged dad, Nigel Powers.
Caine’s latest venture offers up the finest performance of his very distinguished career. In Phillip Noyce’s The Quiet American, adapted from Graham Greene’s legendary novel, Caine plays Thomas Fowler, an expatriate British journalist living in 1952 Saigon who enjoys a cushy life as The London Times’ Vietnam correspondent. Fowler also enjoys smoking opium, chatting up friends at the Continental Hotel bar, and the favors of his mistress, a beautiful young Vietnamese woman named Phuong (played by newcomer Do Thi Hai Yen). When an American aid worker named Alden Pyle (Brendan Fraser) arrives on the scene, Fowler finds his carefully laid world suddenly shifting beneath his feet, both personally as Pyle takes an interest in Phuong, and politically, as the Communist rebellion in Vietnam starts to take shape. One of the year’s best films, the Miramax release is currently playing in Los Angeles.
Michael Caine was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in November of 2000 (under his real name of Maurice Micklewhite) and also owns several successful restaurants in and around London, as well as one in Miami. Currently shooting the film Secondhand Lions in Texas (in which he co-stars with Robert Duvall and Haley Joel Osmet), Mr. Caine made a brief stopover in L.A. recently to be honored at a tribute held at the American Film Institute’s annual film festival.
You’ve made a career of playing some wonderful, morally ambiguous characters, and Thomas Fowler in The Quiet American certainly falls into that category.
Michael Caine: Well, it’s easy for me to play morally ambiguous characters because I’m not. (laughs) You always want to be what you’re not. I’m able to live and play out all these terrible things on film, while in reality I’ve never done any of them. I’ve been very happily married to the same woman for 30 years in real life, while in the picture, I’ve got a 20 year-old mistress. I’ve never done these things in real life, but as an actor, I get to do them all, and get paid for it!
What were your impressions of Vietnam while you were shooting there?
Every conception I had about Vietnam was a misconception. I thought it would be bombed to smithereens, but it’s not because the Americans never bombed the cities. I thought the Vietnamese would look at me and think I was an American and be very bitter towards me. Never. I always got a very warm reception and the Vietnamese people love the Americans.
Did they know who you were?
No, they had no idea. They know who I am now, because all those little boys who sell you cigarettes, chewing gum and postcards on the street corners in Hanoi, will sell you copies of Graham Greene’s book The Quiet American, as well. That’s how well-known the novel is. But they had no animosity towards Americans for a couple reasons: first, the Americans never bombed the cities, which is part of why they lost the war, and the Americans were the first invaders who came and didn’t want to conquer them. All the Americans wanted was to give them a government they didn’t want, and they didn’t mind that.

You and Brendan Fraser had a wonderful chemistry together.
Oh yeah, Brendan’s a wonderful actor. Brendan has played all these goofball parts and it’s such a surprise to see him be so serious. He’s a smashing guy, too, so it’s nice to work with people you like who are also skilled at what they do. I’m working now with Robert Duvall and Haley Joel Osmet, so I can’t grumble.
Phillip Noyce has always struck me as a technical director and an actor’s director, a rare combination.
Very much so on both counts, and very much a perfectionist. He wants every little thing just right.
There’s a lot of buzz that your performance in The Quiet American is the finest of your career. That’s saying a lot when you take your body of work into account.
I think it’s the best I’ve ever done, as well. I can’t do any better than that, at the moment, although hopefully I will next year. (laughs)
When watching you play Thomas Fowler, it occurred to me that journalists have to have many of the same qualities as actors, don’t they?
Yeah, hours and hours of waiting around, and then something really nerve-wracking happens. The same qualities applied to when I was a soldier: hours and hours of boredom followed by a few moments of abject terror. (laughs)
Is it also anything like becoming famous overnight?
When you become famous, everybody you knew from ordinary life says “Now don’t you change.” And then, everyone around you proceeds to change themselves. (laughs)
But one reason I think you appeal to such a wide spectrum of people is that you’ve always played the everyman.
Absolutely. There’s some actors who hold up a mirror and say “Look at me.” And you look because they seem to be so much better than you: smarter, better looking, more glamorous than you, and you can spend an escapist two hours with them in a cinema. The other actor, which is me, holds up a mirror and says “Don’t look at me, look at you.” People see a reflection of themselves in the work I do. When you see a film star walking down the street, everybody is in awe of them. When I walk down the street, everybody talks to me as if they know me. I don’t have that movie star barrier. Another effect of fame is that no matter what you look like, when you become famous you suddenly become tall, dark and handsome in the eyes of women. Doesn’t matter if you’re blond, short and fat, the minute you become a movie star, you’re tall, dark and handsome. Everyone wants to be a movie star. Do you ever notice that most television stars, who make millions, much more than most film actors, all try to be movie stars at some point. Look at Madonna, she’s made a fortune with her music, but she’s still trying to be a movie star.
You first achieved fame when the working class in England had a renaissance, in the 1960s. People like you, Terence Stamp, John Osborne, Joe Orton, the Beatles, all led sort of a cultural revolution in that decade, whereas ten years earlier, you probably wouldn’t have had the same opportunities.
It was a renaissance and it was brought about by the writers. When John Osborne wrote Look Back in Anger, he introduced the first working class hero in the history of the English theater. Before that, all the characters in film and theater were middle class or upper class. If you want a very sharp comparison with America, Americans, when they made war films during WW II, they made them about privates. The British always made them about officers. Someone with my accent and my background, I was a private in the British army anyway, would have only had a very small part on the periphery.
And ironically your first big break was playing an upper class fop in Zulu!
(laughs) I know! That’s what I had to do! I had to dump my whole personality and accent and background in order to get a big part in a movie.
Harry Palmer, the lead character in The Ipcress File (and its three sequels), was also a working class bloke, with glasses no less!
Yeah, up until that point, all heroes in action films had been perfect: Tyrone Power, Robert Taylor, even Sean Connery as James Bond. With the glasses, we gave him an imperfection, to make him more like an ordinary person. Also what we did in it, we had him cook a meal. One of the producers said “No, no, you can’t do that! Everyone will think he’s gay!” I said “All the great chefs in the world are men, and not all of them are gay, plus he's cooking for a woman he’s trying to get into bed! What more do you want?” (laughs) So the meal stayed, I’m happy to say. Another great thing that happened from that film was Harold Lloyd came to London, saw the film, and rang me. He said “You’re the first guy since me I’ve seen wearing glasses who’s playing the lead in a movie.” (laughs) He invited me to dinner, so I got to know Harold Lloyd, which was wonderful.

You also helped a lot of guys who wore glasses, myself included, when we saw this guy with glasses scoring with all these gorgeous babes.
I helped out all those guys with glasses. They thought “I’m not such a putz as I thought I was!” (laughs)
Alfie changed everything for you.
Yeah, and you know I auditioned for the stage production several years earlier and I didn’t get it! That’s when I thought “To hell with the theater.” The greatest part about Alfie, of course, was the research.

Did a lot of field work, did you?
(laughs) Right, a lot of field work.
That’s when you roomed with Terence Stamp.
Yes, and at one point Warren Beatty turned up in London and we were quite a trio, I’ll tell you.
I notice you’re not expanding on that.
I’ve been happily married for 30 years and wish to remain so. (laughs)
That was also one of the first films where the character spoke directly to the audience.
We made a mistake when we first shot it. We sort of addressed the audience as an entire audience, in a wide shot. Then we went back, and brought the camera in very close, addressing the audience as a single person, as if it was to a friend of mine. Everything I did was out of the corner of my mouth, as if I were whispering to this one mate about this girl, rather than declaiming to an entire audience, like an actor in a theater.

One of my favorite movies of all time is the original Get Carter.
That was a film I co-produced. The reasoning behind that was, in England, the only gangster films they produced were ones where the gangsters were either stupid or funny. I grew up in that milieu and some of my friends and, unfortunately, relations were gangsters and they were neither stupid or funny. They were very frightening, dangerous people. They didn’t indulge either in what I call pornographic violence, smashing people 38 times over the head with an iron bar. They would do everything with a minimum, but with absolutely no warning. There was no “If you say that one more time, I’ll…” the punch would just come out of nowhere, and there would only be one. I always regarded film violence as sort of pornographic when children would watch someone get smashed in the face 30 times, then see them come to work the next day with a tiny piece of plaster on their face. We wanted to get the idea across that one punch took out seven or eight teeth. Or maybe if the guy had a ring out, blinded you in one eye. So when you see Carter, the violence is absolutely out of the blue, and very realistic. And the bit where I throw the guy off the parking garage and he lands on a car below, killing a family inside it, that’s because I thought ‘Well they always land on the ground, don’t they? What if he landed on a car with some women and children in it, and they get harmed as well?” I have a philosophy in life and that is once you make a mistake, it will spread. This falls over, that falls over onto that, that catches fire and then the hotel burns down.
The original trailer for Get Carter (1971) with music by the late Roy Budd. Around that same time you did Sleuth with Lord Laurence Olivier and got to know him quite well. Tell us about Lord Olivier.Laurence isn’t what you would think. He was a Lord, and many people with that title like you to refer to them that way. Just before we started filming, he sent me a letter saying “You might be wondering how to address me when we meet,” because of this sort of stiffness in English protocol in the class system. And he knew I was working class, obviously, and wouldn’t know how to address him. He said “My name will be Larry.” And that summed him up. Did you ever hear the story that he refused to go into psychoanalysis because if he were “cured,” he was afraid he’d lose the compulsion to act?No, I haven’t heard that before, but that’s the reason I’d never do it, either, not that anyone’s ever accused me of being nuts, or anything. I don’t think actors should undergo psychoanalysis. I think they should use their madness, because once you tell something to someone else, it’s over.





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