Dustin Hoffman and Anne Bancroft in The Graduate, 1967.
Anne Bancroft tribute
Mrs. Robinson of The Graduate dies at age 73
By Jerry Tallmer
There are only six of us left on this earth who remember a movie called Dont Bother to Knock. It was released in 1952 script by Daniel Taradash and Charlotte Armstrong (from her novel), direction by Roy Ward Baker and it was the flick in which Marilyn Monroe, as a sub-psychotic baby sitter, gave the best performance of her life, or, if you like, second best to what she did in The Misfits.
Dont Bother to Knock is set in a New York hotel, where a husband and wife from squaresville need somebody to keep an eye for a few hours on their young daughter, Bunny, while they, the hicks, attend a banquet of some sort. A slightly off-center hotel elevator operator (Elisha Cook, Jr.) has just the answer, his teenage niece, Nell and they go for it!
Nell of course is quite a bit farther off center. After fingering all the perfume and soaps and jewelry in the place, she stares out the window at a man in another room of the same hotel. On the house phone they strike up a conversation. He (Richard Widmark) is an airline pilot who has just had a fight with his girlfriend, the thrush the cabaret singer in the bar and lounge downstairs.
This glamorous young woman is played by an actress who in that year must have been 20 years old (Monroe was 25) and in the very first of some 65 motion pictures she was in from 1952 to 2002. Her name was Anne Bancroft. At the end of the picture, when the baby sitter is being escorted off the premises, Monroe looks at Widmark and Bancroft, who have reunited, and murmurs, with wonder: People who love one another.
In 1952, Bancrofts performance would have been six years before Two for the Seesaw on Broadway, which is where her fire and talent and sexuality first hit most of us between the eyes; would have been seven years before The Miracle Worker on Broadway, which deepened and strengthened the foregoing; ten years before the movie of The Miracle Worker; and 15 years before the film that forever more would imprint her upon the world as Mrs. Robinson, sneering seducer of a kid who will fumble his way out of bed with her and into bed with her daughter.
But before The Graduate three years before The Graduate there was a movie that those six of us left on earth who saw this one, too, will surely never forget. I first saw it that summer of 64 in London at a screening also attended, as it happens, by Eli Walach and Anne Jackson, which complicates things for people who say Anne Jackson when they mean Anne Bancroft, or Anne Bancroft when they mean Anne Jackson.
The Pumpkin Eater, script by Harold Pinter from the novel by Penelope Mortimer, direction by Jack Clayton is set mostly in London, and it is in fact smack in the middle of Harrods department store in the middle of London that Jo Armitage (Bancroft), simply gorgeous in a big side-of-the-head picture hat, has a full-blown nervous breakdown because her husband Jake (Peter Finch, the one and only) is carrying on with the reckless, nerveless young Philpott (Maggie Smith, the other and only) while she, Jo, gives tender loving birth to child after child after child.
The moment in Harrods is almost topped by Bancrofts throwing a cup of coffee or tea or soup or something all over the obnoxious businessman (James Mason) whos trying to move in on Peter Finchs lost ground. If you need one more big talent, its Sir Cedrick Hardwicke as Bancrofts father.
In 1994 she was nominated for an Emmy for her TV performance as the 99-year-old heroine of Allan Gurganuss Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All. Gurganus was on the set daily in a small part. She was fantastic, totally professional, he says. With the energy of a 26-year-old though she was then 63. Everybody, even the extras, felt easy talking with her. She bought tremendous stature to the role, and obviously had read all 800 pages of the book.
Each of us has our own Anne Bancroft. The Pumpkin Eaters was mine and will remain mine. William Gibson, who wrote Two for the Seesaw and The Miracle Worker and The Seesaw Log, that 1959 memoir about, among other things, how Broadway newcomer Bancroft held her own against the royal aloofness of Henry Fonda, probably has two or three Bancrofts in his head, or more.
Anna Louisa Maria Italiano was born in the Bronx on September 17, 1931. She died on June 6, 2005, in Mt. Sinai Hospital, New York City. Mel Brooks has lost a star, and so have we.