The increase in demand for blood supplies during WWII precipitated the
foundation of blood transfusion centres in Britain. By the end of the war, blood
transfusion had saved many lives and in 1946 the Emergency Medical Service and
the Army Transfusion Services were amalgamated to form the National Blood
Transfusion Service.
The first half of this film gives a detailed account of the process of blood
donation and transfusion, taking the South Western Regional Transfusion Centre
in Bristol as an example. The importance of scrupulous maintenance of equipment
and records is stressed, as is the care with which blood must be separated into
blood groups, tested and stored ready for usage in the operating theatre. These
somewhat dry opening sequences are rescued by the use of a pulsating soundtrack
resembling a heartbeat, blended with unusual camera angels, elaborate panning
and microscopic close-ups of blood cells, which introduces a sense of urgency
that progressively heightens throughout the course of the film.
The second half of the film is devoted to fulfilling the other aspect of the
sponsor's remit - to encourage the British public to donate blood. Unrestrained
by procedural description in this section, the filmmaker deploys the tools of
personal drama and suspense in making a direct appeal to the viewers' emotions.
The reconstruction of an accident in which a small boy is scalded while his
mother is chatting to neighbours on the doorstep invokes suspense worthy of
Hitchcock, and the personal story of the old man, rather nostalgically, turning
up at the transfusion centre to donate blood for the last time is executed with
great tenderness.
This is a good example of a how a highly creative filmmaker can supersede the
confines imposed by the sponsor's brief. Anthony Simmons had previously made his
mark with his lyrical personal documentaries Sunday by the Sea (1953) and Bow
Bells (1954), both collaborations with this film's producer Leon Clore.
The poetically-enriched commentary is further testament to Simmons'
resourcefulness and artistry, as evidenced in the closing words: "And so one
more link is forged in the chain that binds many lives. Thus the never-ending
cycle goes on. For every drop of blood used to save life, more must be found. A
blood transfusion service can never rest. For this is the story of blood
transfusion. The story of a link that binds many lives."
Katy McGahan
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