Brittish Actors

Collection of Classic Brittish Actors

Terry Downes

 

Terry Downes was born in Paddington, London in 1936.   He won the World Middleweight Tite in boxing in 1961.   He made a few films including in 1967, Roman Polanski’s “The Fearless Vampire Killers”.

“Independent” article from 2011:

s we continue to mourn the loss of Sir Henry Cooper, whose private funeral is on Wednesday, it is heartening to report that one of his contemporaries, a fighter equally as popular and as much a national treasure in his heyday, is still in there punching. Terry Downes was 75 last week, making him Britain’s oldest surviving world champion.

It will also be 50 years in July since he won the undisputed middleweight title at Wembley from Paul Pender, one of his trilogy of fights with the late Boston fireman, becoming the first Briton to hold it since Randolph Turpin. He also fought, and beat, Turpin’s legendary foe, Sugar Ray Robinson.

I have a special affection for the “Crashing, Bashing, Dashing” Paddington Express, as he was billed. He was the first world champion I ever interviewed as a cub reporter on a sports magazine, and his was the first world title fight I covered in the United States. My abiding memory is of him in the shower, tears of frustration cascading with the blood after Pender regained the title over 15 rounds. “I thought I won,” said Downes. “But then I always did. He was a nice man, though.”

Downes was among the most courageous and certainly the most honest fighters I have ever known. When congratulated on outpointing an over-the-hill 41-year-old Robinson, he retorted: “I didn’t beat Sugar Ray. I beat his ghost.”

Although kindred spirits of the ring in the early 1960s, Cooper and Downes weren’t close. “We trained at the same Thomas A’Beckett gym when I first turned pro, but we never got to know each other well,” Downes said when we met at his Hertfordshire home. “Sad the old boy has gone, though.”

Actually they had more in common than their Cockney heritage. Both were immensely personable, fought with their hearts as well as their hands and bled buckets of blood – Cooper from his eyebrows and Downes mainly from his roller-coaster nose which he dubbed “my perishin’ ‘ooter”. A nose which spurted blood not only from nostrils barely supported by an oft-flattened bone but from gashes above it. His autobiography was aptly titled My Bleeding Business.

But what made him so special, apart from a wit as sharp as his punches, was that here was a Brit who fought like an archetypal Yank, a two-fisted tornado – hardly surprising, as his formative fighting years were spent in the US, where he went with his parents as a teenager and joined the US Marines.

Turning pro on his return to England, the rising star’s third fight was against a then unknown Liverpool-based Nigerian, Dick Tiger, at Shore-ditch Town Hall. Downes was floored, cut and then stopped in six rounds by an opponent who, like Downes, went on to win the world middleweight title. In a sombre dressingroom there was much embarrassed foot-shuffling before Downes was gently asked: “Who do you want to fight next?”

“The fucker who made that match,” he famously growled.

Their joint purse for that fight was £185. “I only got around £1,500 when I won the world title [Pender quit on his stool]. Six-rounders get more than that these days.”

After his retirement, Downes was for many years a regular at boxing shows, preferring to sit at the back of the hall rather than ringside, and from there he could be heard bellowing words that weren’t always of encouragement.

He didn’t suffer inferior pugs gladly, and in his fruity, stentorian monotone he would loudly let them know he thought they were “bleedin’ useless” if their commitment was lessthan his own. “My old woman punches harder than you!”

Only once was he ever verbally counterpunched. A rather precious MC was taking a long time introducing celebrities. “And now a big hand for the wonderful, the inimitable, the one and only…”

From the back came a raucous roar: “Get on with it, you old poof!” The MC paused and sniffed: “Not so much of the old, Mr Downes.”

Downes took no prisoners in the ring; neither does he out of it. Some of his views on modern fighters are caustic. “Half of them can’t fight. I take Boxing News every week but I don’t know half the names in there – most of them I can’t pronounce anyway. They’re all bloody foreign-sounding. Mind you, I do like that Manny Paccy-whatsit. Brilliant. Those Klitchkies aren’t bad either.” David Haye’s chances? “Well, he was a good amateur, but I don’t think he’s big enough. Can he fight? I don’t know. I’ve never seen him fight anybody who could fight back. He gives them a whack and they fall over. Huh!”

Downes, although not the biggest earner in boxing, is comfortably off. He invested well in property with his earnings, opening the first of a chain of betting shops half a century ago, which he later sold to William Hill. “I ain’t complaining. I got a few quid out of the game. Mind you,” he jokes, “that’s all gone now. Like me.”

Actually, considering the various ailments that have beset him in recent years – bladder cancer, which he has overcome, two replacement hips, deafness and arthritis in both legs, he looks in good nick and is certainly still in good voice.

He lives in a pleasant detached house in the village of Oxhey with Barbara, his wife of 53 years, and two lively dogs – terriers, like he was. Their four children, Terry Jnr, Paul, Richard and Wendy, all went to public schools. Richard and Terry Jnr have also played cricket for Middlesex and Surrey respectively.

Of his eight grandchildren, three went to university and the rest are destined to follow. One grandson is an Oxford graduate, one a football agent and another a Shakespearean actor. All are linguists. “Dead brainy, all of them,” says Barbara. “We’re very proud of them. I don’t know where they get it from.” “Me, of course,” quips Downes.

He retired in 1964 after an unsuccessful attempt to win the world light-heavyweight title from the American Willie Pastrano in Manchester. He was controversially stopped in the 11th after Pastrano’s cornerman, Angelo Dundee, slapped his fighter on the face and told him to buck his ideas up. “I never thought of making a comeback. That was as good as I could do. When you’ve been on top of the mountain, the only way is down.” Downes then embarked on a 25-year acting career, appearing at venues such as the Royal Court and the Mermaid. “I had one part as a prison warder with Bernard Miles at the Mermaid and they paid me £13 a week. The cab fare cost me more than me wages.” His most notable role was Koukol the hunchback in Roman Polanski’s The Fearless Vampire Killers.

Downes was a fighter steeped in courage rather than class but he could box a bit and no one gave greater value for money. Since his crashing, bashing, dashing days, he has become something of a forgotten man of the fight game, but not by the aficionados and historians. It will be they who will be celebrating with him at a tribute night organised by the Home Counties Ex-Boxers Association, of which he is president, at the Novotel in Hammersmith on 28 May. His family will be there to see him honoured, the proceeds being shared between ex-boxers’ associationsand London amateur clubs.

Downes’ nose may have bled profusely but at least the family man kept it clean, which makes it surprising that while Cooper received a knighthood, he has not had a sniff of an MBE, unlike almost all other world or Olympic boxing champions. “He says he does not want it, that it’s a load of nonsense,” says Barbara. “But he deserves it. It would be lovely for his grandchild

The above “Independent” article can also be accessed online here.

Terry Downes
Terry Downes
Shaun Glenville

 

Shaun Glenville was born in Dublin in 1884.   He made two films in 1940, “Jailbirds” and “Dr O’Dowd” with Patricia Roc and Peggy Cummins.   He was the father of actor/director Peter Glenville.   He died in London in 1968.

Shaun Glenville
Shaun Glenville
Shaun Glenville
Shaun Glenville
John Hurt
John Hurt
Sir John Hurt

John Hurt obituary in “The Guardian” in 2017

Few British actors of recent years have been held in as much affection as Sir John Hurt, who has died aged 77. That affection is not just because of his unruly lifestyle – he was a hell-raising chum of Oliver Reed, Peter O’Toole and Richard Harris, and was married four times – or even his string of performances as damaged, frail or vulnerable characters, though that was certainly a factor. There was something about his innocence, open-heartedness and his beautiful speaking voice that made him instantly attractive.

As he aged, his face developed more creases and folds than the old map of the Indies, inviting comparisons with the famous “lived-in” faces of WH Auden and Samuel Beckett, in whose reminiscent Krapp’s Last Tape he gave a definitive solo performance towards the end of his career. One critic said he could pack a whole emotional universe into the twitch of an eyebrow, a sardonic slackening of the mouth. Hurt himself said: “What I am now, the man, the actor, is a blend of all that has happened.”

For theatregoers of my generation, his pulverising, hysterically funny performance as Malcolm Scrawdyke, leader of the Party of Dynamic Erection at a Yorkshire art college, in David Halliwell’s Little Malcolm and His Struggle Against the Eunuchs, was a totemic performance of the mid-1960s; another was David Warner’s Hamlet, and both actors appeared in the 1974 film version of Little Malcolm. The play lasted only two weeks at the Garrick Theatre (I saw the final Saturday matinée), but Hurt’s performance was already a minor cult, and one collected by the Beatles and Laurence Olivier.

He became an overnight sensation with the public at large as Quentin Crisp – the self-confessed “stately homo of England” – in the 1975 television film The Naked Civil Servant, directed by Jack Gold, playing the outrageous, original and defiant aesthete whom Hurt had first encountered as a nude model in his painting classes at St Martin’s School of Art, before he trained as an actor.

John Hurt
John Hurt

Crisp called Hurt “my representative here on Earth”, ironically claiming a divinity at odds with his low-life louche-ness and poverty. But Hurt, a radiant vision of ginger quiffs and curls, with a voice kippered in gin and as studiously inflected as a deadpan mix of Noël Coward, Coral Browne and Julian Clary, in a way propelled Crisp to the stars, and certainly to his transatlantic fame, a journey summarised when Hurt recapped Crisp’s life in An Englishman in New York (2009), 10 years after his death.

Hurt said some people had advised him that playing Crisp would end his career. Instead, it made everything possible. Within five years he had appeared in four of the most extraordinary films of the late 1970s: Ridley Scott’s Alien (1979), the brilliantly acted sci-fi horror movie in which Hurt – from whose stomach the creature exploded – was the first victim; Alan Parker’s Midnight Express, for which he won his first Bafta award as a drug-addicted convict in a Turkish torture prison; Michael Cimino’s controversial western Heaven’s Gate (1980), now a cult classic in its fully restored format; and David Lynch’s The Elephant Man (1980), with Anthony Hopkins and Anne Bancroft.

In the last-named, as John Merrick, the deformed circus attraction who becomes a celebrity in Victorian society and medicine, Hurt won a second Bafta award and Lynch’s opinion that he was “the greatest actor in the world”. He infused a hideous outer appearance – there were 27 moving pieces in his face mask; he spent nine hours a day in make-up – with a deeply moving, humane quality. He followed up with a small role – Jesus – in Mel Brooks’s History of the World: Part 1 (1981), the movie where the waiter at the Last Supper says, “Are you all together, or is it separate checks?”

Hurt was an actor freed of all convention in his choice of roles, and he lived his life accordingly. Born in Chesterfield, Derbyshire, he was the youngest of three children of a Church of England vicar and mathematician, the Reverend Arnould Herbert Hurt, and his wife, Phyllis (née Massey), an engineer with an enthusiasm for amateur dramatics.

After a miserable schooling at St Michael’s in Sevenoaks, Kent (where he said he was sexually abused), and the Lincoln grammar school (where he played Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest), he rebelled as an art student, first at the Grimsby art school where, in 1959, he won a scholarship to St Martin’s, before training at Rada for two years from 1960.

He made a stage debut that same year with the Royal Shakespeare Company at the Arts, playing a semi-psychotic teenage thug in Fred Watson’s Infanticide in the House of Fred Ginger and then joined the cast of Arnold Wesker’s national service play, Chips With Everything, at the Vaudeville. Still at the Arts, he was Len in Harold Pinter’s The Dwarfs (1963) before playing the title role in John Wilson’s Hamp (1964) at the Edinburgh Festival, where the critic Caryl Brahms noted his unusual ability and “blessed quality of simplicity”.

John Hurt
John Hurt

This was a more relaxed, free-spirited time in the theatre. Hurt recalled rehearsing with Pinter when silver salvers stacked with gins and tonics, ice and lemon, would arrive at 11.30 each morning as part of the stage management routine. On receiving a rude notice from the distinguished Daily Mail critic Peter Lewis, he wrote, “Dear Mr Lewis, Whooooops! Yours sincerely, John Hurt” and received the reply, “Dear Mr Hurt, Thank you for short but tedious letter. Yours sincerely, Peter Lewis.”

After Little Malcolm, he played leading roles with the RSC at the Aldwych – notably in David Mercer’s Belcher’s Luck (1966) and as the madcap dadaist Tristan Tzara in Tom Stoppard’s Travesties (1974) – as well as Octavius in Shaw’s Man and Superman in Dublin in 1969 and an important 1972 revival of Pinter’s The Caretaker at the Mermaid. But his stage work over the next 10 years was virtually non-existent as he followed The Naked Civil Servant with another pyrotechnical television performance as Caligula in I, Claudius; Raskolnikov in Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment and the Fool to Olivier’s King Lear in Michael Elliott’s 1983 television film.

His first big movie had been Fred Zinnemann’s A Man for All Seasons (1966) with Paul Scofield (Hurt played Richard Rich), but his first big screen performance was an unforgettable Timothy Evans, the innocent framed victim in Richard Fleischer’s 10 Rillington Place (1970), with Richard Attenborough as the sinister landlord and killer John Christie. He claimed to have made 150 movies and persisted in playing those he called “the unloved … people like us, the inside-out people, who live their lives as an experiment, not as a formula”. Even his Ben Gunn-like professor in Steven Spielberg’s Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008) fitted into this category, though not as resoundingly, perhaps, as his quivering Winston Smith in Michael Radford’s terrific Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984); or as a prissy weakling, Stephen Ward, in Michael Caton-Jones’s Scandal (1989), about the Profumo affair; or again as the lonely writer Giles De’Ath in Richard Kwietniowski’s Love and Death on Long Island.Advertisement

His later, sporadic theatre performances included a wonderful Trigorin in Chekhov’s The Seagull at the Lyric, Hammersmith, in 1985 (with Natasha Richardson as Nina); Turgenev’s incandescent idler Rakitin in a 1994 West End production by Bill Bryden of A Month in the Country, playing a superb duet with Helen Mirren’s Natalya Petrovna; and another memorable match with Penelope Wilton in Brian Friel’s exquisite 70-minute doodle Afterplay (2002), in which two lonely Chekhov characters – Andrei from Three Sisters, Sonya from Uncle Vanya – find mutual consolation in a Moscow café in the 1920s. The play originated, as did that late Krapp’s Last Tape, at the Gate theatre in Dublin.

His last screen work included, in the Harry Potter franchise, the first, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001), and last two, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Parts One and Two (2010, 2011), as the kindly wand-maker Mr Ollivander; Rowan Joffé’s 1960s remake of Brighton Rock (2010); and the 50th anniversary television edition of Dr Who (2013), playing a forgotten incarnation of the title character.

Because of his distinctive, virtuosic vocal attributes – was that what a brandy-injected fruitcake sounds like, or peanut butter spread thickly with a serrated knife? – he was always in demand for voiceover gigs in animated movies: the heroic rabbit leader, Hazel, in Watership Down (1978), Aragorn/Strider in Lord of the Rings (1978) and the Narrator in Lars von Trier’s Dogville (2004). In 2015 he took the Peter O’Toole stage role in Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell for BBC Radio 4. He had foresworn alcohol for a few years – not for health reasons, he said, but because he was bored with it.

Hurt’s sister was a teacher in Australia, his brother a convert to Roman Catholicism and a monk and writer. After his first marriage to the actor Annette Robinson (1960, divorced 1962) he lived for 15 years in London with the French model Marie-Lise Volpeliere Pierrot. She died in a riding accident in 1983. 

In 1984 he married, secondly, a Texan, Donna Peacock, living with her for a time in Nairobi until the relationship came under strain from his drinking: they divorced in 1990. With his third wife, Jo Dalton, whom he married in the same year, he had two sons, Nick and Alexander (“Sasha”); they divorced in 1995. In 2005 he married the actor and producer Anwen Rees-Myers, with whom he lived in Cromer, Norfolk. Hurt was made CBE in 2004, given a Bafta lifetime achievement award in 2012 and knighted in the New Year’s honours list of 2015.

He is survived by Anwen and his sons.

Neil Morrissey
Neil Morrissey

Neil Morrissey was born in 1962 in Stafford to Irish parents.   He and his brother were taken into care as children and in 2011, Neil Morrissey made a television documantary about his expereinces in children’s homes.   His film debut was in 1984 in “The Bounty”.   In the mid-80’s he came to national promincence as the biker Rocky in the popular television series “Boon”.   He also had a major TV success with “Men Behaving Badly”.   His “Wikipedia” entry here.

Neil Morrissey
Rupert Frazer
Rupert Frazer
Rupert Frazer
 

Rupert Frazer was born in 1947.   He made his television debut in 1978 in “Les Miserables”.   Hisother TV appearances include “Dick Turpin”, “Thomas and Sarah” and “Penmarric”.   His films include “Eye of the Needles” in 1981, “From A Far Country”, “Gandhi” and “The Shooting Party”.

Sandor Eles
Sandor Eles
Sandor Eles

Sandor Eles

Born in1936 sometimes credited simply as Sandor Eles, was a Hungarian actor. He was best known latterly for TV and film work.

Born in Tatabánya, 60 km from Budapest, Elès was orphaned during World War II, and emigrated to England during the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. He began his acting career on stage, and went on to appear in a host of television roles, the majority on ITV. These included the ITC series Danger ManThe BaronThe SaintTimeslip and Jason King.

Sandor Eles
Sandor Eles

He made appearances in The AvengersThe ProfessionalsStrange Report and Upstairs, Downstairs. Often cast in generic ‘foreigner’ roles (diplomats, waiters, desk clerks), he most often played Frenchmen. Éles became a British citizen on 10 January 1977.

One of his most memorable film roles was as the mysterious Paul in the Brian Clemensthriller And Soon the Darkness. He also had major roles in the Hammer Horror movies Countess Dracula (1971) and The Evil of Frankenstein (1964) as well as appearing for four years in the 1980s as the scheming restaurant manager, Paul Ross, in the British TV soap opera Crossroads.

In 1996, Elès returned to his cultural roots, appearing as the narrator in the BartókoperaBluebeard’s Castle. The concert performances, given by the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra under Bernard Haitink, were recorded for CD

Elès died in Kilburn, London on 10 September 2002, aged 66, apparently from a heart attack.

Richard Murdoch

Richard Murdoch was born in Keston in Kent in 1907.   He became famous in Britain with the radio series “Band Wagon” with Arthur Askey which ran from 1938 until 1940 on the BBC.   His film debut was in 1932 with Gracie Fields in “Looking on the Bright Side”.   Other films include “Ghost Train” and “It Happened in Soho”.   He was featured in “Rumpole of the Bailey” and “Blackadder” on television.   Richard Murdoch died in 1990.

IMDB entry:

Richard Murdoch was born on April 6, 1907 in Kestow, Kent, England as Richard Bernard Murdoch. He was an actor, known for The Ghost Train (1941), Rumpole of the Bailey(1978) and Strictly Confidential (1959). He was married to Peggy Rawlings. He died on October 9, 1990 in Walton, England.

Peggy Rawlings (1932 – 9 October 1990) (his death) (3 children)
British radio and film comedian and dancer, the son of a tea broker. He was best known for his successful partnership with fellow entertainers Arthur Askey and Kenneth Horne. Served in the RAF during World War II.
 
Maurice Roeves
Maurice Roeves
Maurice Roeves
Maurice Roeves
Maurice Roeves

Maurice Roeves was born in Sunderland in 1937.   His film roles ilcude “Ulysses” in 1967, “Oh, What A Lovely War”, “Hidden Agenda|, “The Last of the Mohicans” and “Judge Dredd”.

IMDB Overview:

Although born in Sunderland, he spent most of his life in Scotland and considers himself a true Scot. As a child he suffered from asthma and considers his recovery from it was due to playing the bugle in the Boys’ Brigade. Educated in Glasgow, he toyed with the idea of becoming a teacher but after national service in the Royal Scots Greys Armoured Corps, he was persuaded to follow his father working in flour mills and by the age of 24 had become a sales manager. In his spare time he worked with amateur drama groups which led him to decide to change career direction. After training at Glasgow College of Dramatic Art, he became assistant stage manager at Glasgow’s Citizen Theatre and within three months was playing lead roles including Lorenzo in The Merchant of Venice and the Gentleman Caller in The Glass Menagerie. After declining an offer to understudyAlbert Finney at London’s National Theatre, he was cast as Martin in the film The Fighting Prince of Donegal (1966) followed by the television play The Wednesday Play: Cock, Hen and Courting Pit (1966) and the film Ulysses (1967). Returning to the theatre, he played MacDuff in Macbeth at London’s Royal Court Theatre and during the run took over the title role from Alec Guinness then starred in the theatre’s next production of Soldiers of Fortune. His first wife was Scottish actress Jan Wilson by whom he has a daughter Sarah-Anne.

– IMDb Mini Biography By: Tony Hillman

The above IMDB entry can also be accessed online here.

Judy Campbell
Judy Campbell
Judy Campbell

Judy Campbell was born in Grantham in 1916.   She made her stage debut in 1935 in “The Last of Mrs Cheyney”.   Her film debut was in 1940.   Her films include “Convoy”, “East of Picadilly”, “Green for Danger” and “Bonnie Prince Charlie”.   She was the mother of Jane Birkin and grandmother of Charlotte Gainsbourg.   She introduced “A Nightingale Sang in Berkley Square” to the London stage.   She died in 2004.

“The Independent”:

Judy Mary Gamble (Judy Campbell), actress: born Grantham, Lincolnshire 31 May 1916; married 1943 Lt-Cdr David Birkin (died 1991; one son, two daughters); died London 6 June 2004.

Tall, with her elegant carriage and swan-like neck and voice of smoky allure, Judy Campbell epitomised much of the glamour of a sleek West End between the wars and into the following decades. Most famous for her haunting rendition of Eric Maschwitz’s standard “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” (which she introduced in a wartime revue) and for her association with Noël Coward, this witty and intelligent actress was equally successful in Shaw, O’Neill and Arthur Miller.

Campbell seemed destined for a stage career. She was born Judy Gamble, in 1916, into a theatrical family: her mother was briefly a Gaiety Girl and her father, J.A. Campbell, as he styled himself, was an actor-dramatist (his daughter too subsequently took occasionally to the typewriter) who for several years successfully ran the Theatre Royal in Grantham. It was there that she made her professional début, aged 19 in the high comedy (a field in which she always shone) of Frederick Lonsdale’s The Last of Mrs Cheyney (1935).

It was often later assumed that she was catapulted to instant early West End success, but in fact Campbell served a rigorous apprenticeship in the repertory-theatre world so flourishing in the 1930s (Liverpool and Coventry as well as a demanding Cambridge season of Shakespeare and Shaw) before some less than dazzling London opportunities.

Campbell’s big break came, as she liked to explain, by accident. When she was cast in the revue New Faces (Comedy, 1940), originally her solo spot was planned, somewhat vaguely, to be a monologue written by Dorothy Parker. This failed to arrive as scheduled and so at such short notice she had little time to be nervous of her unplanned musical début when performing the substituted “A Nightingale Sang”, standing quite still in a foamy white dress in a single spotlight; her intimate, almost sprechgesang, delivery captivated wartime audiences for the show’s long run.

One of those entranced was Noël Coward, also a dab hand at making the most of a number with limited vocal resources (“It takes talent,” he said to Campbell, “to put over a song when you haven’t got a voice”). In 1942-43 she created the contrasted roles of the ambitious vamp Joanna in his Present Laughter and the dolefully adenoidal Ethel in his family chronicle This Happy Breed on tour and subsequently at the Haymarket.

Well aware that despite his fondness for many of his leading ladies Coward was not interested in women “in that way”, as he put it, Campbell was understandably startled when, during their love scene in Present Laughter on tour one night in a particularly freezing wartime theatre, she felt her co-star’s hands slip inside her dress to cup her breasts. Any thoughts of leading Coward into new paths of dalliance were dispelled when he subsequently apologised, explaining that his hands had been so cold it was the only way he could think of to warm them.

After a string of mostly lacklustre West End roles, usually in forgettable comedies – with the striking exceptions of her feisty Mirandolina in a version of Goldoni’s La Locandiera (Arts, 1944) or her mischievously glinting Elvira (replacing Kay Hammond) in Coward’s Blithe Spirit (Duchess, 1943) – it was Coward who provided Campbell’s next rewarding role. The Hollywood star Miranda Frayle, prospective fiancée of an earl in Relative Values (Savoy, 1951) may have been another “outsider” role, a variation of Present Laughter‘s Joanna, but, cleverly seizing on the character’s fictionalisation of her origins, Campbell was hilarious in her progressively outrageously embroidered picture of an upbringing as a cockney guttersnipe.

By now happily married to a distinguished naval lieutenant-commander (who later took up farming) and settled in Chelsea with a young family, Campbell was content to put her career somewhat on the back burner. She returned on occasion to the theatre, most rewardingly in the frivol of Book of the Month (Cambridge, 1954) or as the daffy mother coping with the problems of “The Season” in William Douglas-Home’s The Reluctant Debutante (Cambridge, 1956), in which she replaced Celia Johnson.

Later she chose work which could give her more stretching roles than most of her West End career had provided. She was in captivatingly imperious form as Hesione Hushabye in a first-rate Oxford Playhouse revival of Heartbreak House (also Wyndham’s, 1961) and, with immense good spirits, she survived to make considerable impact amid the utterly misguided first London production of an Alan Ayckbourn play as the dotty Lady Slingsby-Craddock in Mr Whatnot (Arts, 1964). Another Shaw saw her as a fine, redoubtable Mrs Clandon opposite Sir Ralph Richardson’s William in You Never Can Tell (Haymarket, 1964), while a return to the adventurous arena of the Arts gave her an unusual chance to take on a huge, meaty role as Christine in the Eugene O’Neill epic reworking of the House of Atreus in Mourning Becomes Electra(1967).

Ayckbourn’s first West End success, Relatively Speaking (Duke of York’s, 1967), had an ideal role for Campbell (again taking over from Celia Johnson) as Sheila, the seemingly scatty, abstracted Home Counties wife in a household with more than one secret. She was also wonderfully cast as the Venus-flytrap hothouse bloom of Judith Bliss, the monstre sacrée actress-mother in Coward’s Hay Fever(Cambridge Theatre Company, 1971), swooping on prospective suitors and weekend guests alike with cascading theatrical panache. A return to the Oxford Playhouse surprised many when she gave a moving, touchingly and truthfully detailed performance as Linda Loman in Miller’s Death of a Salesman (1975).

Campbell continued to work regularly through the 1980s and 1990s. Her Chichester appearances were, sadly, in mediocre productions although her regal Grand Duchess, dripping with velvets and jewels in Peter Rice’s sumptuous costumes (Campbell wore period costumes with particular flair), in Rattigan’s The Sleeping Prince (1983) opposite a subdued Omar Sharif had a welcome comedic edge. Never one to demand the trappings of stardom, she was quite happy to share the communal dressing-room with its single, less-than-inviting lavatory at the King’s Head in Islington for a fringe revival of Vivian Ellis’s Bless the Bride (1999), in which she sang (or, rather, half-talked and half-sang) “This is My Lovely Day”.

 

“The Independent” obituary can also be accessed here.

Alan Strachan

At the age of 85 Campbell made her National Theatre début as Grandmère, a compellingly spectral, lace-gowned presence in Harold Pinter’s version of Proust as Remembrance of Things Past (2001). She was still driving, somewhat alarmingly, if less so than her close friend and Chelsea neighbour Constance Cummings who gave up the wheel slightly earlier; to their families’ relief most of their regularly intrepid theatre visits in their later years were on the no 19 bus. And in 2003 she made a final stage appearance (having recently finished work on the remake of The Forsyte Saga for television), accompanied by the pianist Stefan Bednarczyk, in a compilation named (after a Coward song) Where Are the Songs We Sung?(Jermyn Street Theatre, 2003). Inevitably its highlight, sung still in her inimitable voice, its distinctive timbre only slightly touched by the years, was “A Nightingale Sang”.

During her best years, a time when British cinema provided few interesting chances for women, films rarely gave Campbell worthwhile roles. Often cast in pallid “love-interest” parts – Clementine Walkinshaw in the garish Technicolor Bonnie Prince Charlie (1948) was especially dim – she sparkled whenever possible, most enjoyably perhaps in the black comedy Green for Danger(1946). She also had a supporting but sharply telling part opposite Peter Sellers in There’s a Girl in My Soup (1970).

On television Campbell played countless grandes dames or dowagers, regularly guesting on such series as Bergerac or Inspector Morse. She had some rich roles in later years; she was memorable as Saki’s basilisk Aunt Augusta in a version of Shredni Vashtar (1981), in icily imperious control as Countess Vronsky in Anna Karenina (1985) and, in perhaps her most popular small-screen part, a redoubtable Dowager Duchess of Broughton in the BBC series Nanny (1982-83).

A woman of stylish verve, self-deprecating humour and charismatic charm, Campbell was devoted to her husband and family. She remained immensely proud of the achievements of her children, including the actress-singer Jane Birkin and the film-maker and writer Andrew Birkin, and grandchildren, including the actresses Charlotte Gainsbourg and Lou Doillon. Jane’s colourful life and her success with Serge Gainsbourg on ” Je t’aime . . . moi non plus“, a song sensation worlds away from “A Nightingale Sang”, fazed her not at all; she used to describe the family as “like the Redgraves, except we all have different names”.