Meet Vic Dakin, your everyday London businessman and murderous, sadistic gang
leader: the sort of diamond geezer who would shake your hand prior to nailing
your head to a passing milk float. Vic loves his dear old mum and would only
ever harm other criminals/anyone who crossed him/random passers-by. His more
innocent hobbies include complaining about the decline in British morality - "We
should never have abolished the National Service" - and a part-time
sado-masochistic gay relationship. Any resemblance between Vic Dakin and Ronnie
Kray was quite deliberate.
1971's Get Carter (d. Mike Hodges), enjoys a cult afterlife and is now regarded as one of the defining crime dramas
of its era. The same year's Villain, however, quickly vanished into a shadowy
existence of late-night television airings. Based on James Barlow's excellent
1968 crime novel Burden of Proof and adapted for the big screen by Dick Clement
and Ian La Frenais - then famed for The Likely Lads (BBC, 1965-66) - Villain
boasts more than its fair share of quotable dialogue: "Stupid punters. Telly all
the week, screw the wife Saturday".
The film's casting coup was Richard Burton as Vic. When Villain entered
production in 1970, Burton's star was on the wane, but the part allows him to
experiment with a Cockney accent that varies between early Sid James and vintage
Dick Van Dyke, and to eat the scenery at every conceivable opportunity, albeit
not without a sense of humour. Burton portrays Dakin as a very house-proud
gangster, who favours an eminently respectable Rover P5B Coupe as everyday
transport
As with Get Carter, the prevailing mood is one of bleak depression, and
Michael Tucher's direction captures a realm of cheap and seedy violence. The
film takes every opportunity to display Vic's sheer brutality, not least when he
beats up James Cossin's bitter office manager, who acts as his inside man in
the wages snatch. Villain underwhelmed at the box office, partly
because of its utterly unglamorous approach to on-screen violence but also
because of Burton's central role; UK memories of the recently
incarcerated Krays may have been fresh, but they were less known elsewhere. But
it remains a film that is in dire need of reappraisal. Had Dakin survived to the
present day, he would probably have published several volumes of self-justifying
memoirs glorifying violence and thuggery. And, perhaps, made the odd ironic
cameo in a 'Brit-Gangster' flick of the 1990s.
Andrew Roberts
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