Whistle and I’ll Come to You (2010)
After placing his wife Alice (Gemma Jones) in a care home, retired astronomer James Parkin (John Hurt) heads for the coast to revisit their ‘old haunts’, including the now out-of-season hotel they honeymooned in. By day he is stalked along the windswept beaches by a spectral figure dressed in white, and by night he is terrorised by strange sounds and someone, or something, attempting to enter his room…
In the 2000s BBC4 attempted to reignite the old Ghost Story at Christmas tradition by adapting MR James’s A View from a Hill (2005) and Number 13 (2006). This series was short lived though, as their next outing wasn’t until 2010, and another reinterpretation of James’s classic chiller Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You, My Lad. De Emmony’s direction captures the atmosphere and tone of James very well, and this film differs significantly from Jonathan Miller’s supremely unsettling 1968 take due to a disarmingly emotional core.
Neil Cross’s screenplay incorporates the bare bones of James’s original story, making this a very loose adaptation; indeed MR James is actually only credited in the film’s end titles. Whereas James’s protagonists were typically scholarly bachelors prying into ancient tomes, texts and rites, or attempting to locate and unearth arcane artefacts only to unleash spectral/demonic/otherworldly avengers, this adaptation features no such themes. It grounds itself in a much more poignant situation. The titular whistle is replaced by a ring - which highlights Parkin’s marital issues as he attempts to come to terms with his wife’s dementia. The only real link with the film’s title is when Parkin sings a line from the song by Scottish poet Robert Burns (Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You, My Lad) to his wife as he bids her farewell.
Cross ensures his story of an older man struggling to adjust when he leaves his wife - who appears to be in the advanced stages of dementia - in a care home, is bolstered by a strong emotional core, something generally absent from the work of MR James. Parkin may be sternly rational and ‘level-headed’ but he differs from the typical Jamesian protagonist. His attempts to emotionally reconcile himself with his wife’s condition, and the ways it has changed their lives, are not typical Jamesian traits. James’s protagonists were bookish bachelors who certainly didn’t exhibit much emotion, save for the petrifying fear they experienced when subjected to spectral visitations or hauntings brought about by their intellectual arrogance and academic prying. Parkin is typical of James’s scholarly protagonists in his insistence that we dwell within a world of reason and icy rationality. His staunch disbelief in an afterlife - ‘there are no ghosts in the machine’ - is what sets him up for a fall when he experiences strange events that can’t be explained away, and he finds himself jolted out of his now lonely existence into a world balanced precariously on the brink of some vast unknown.
The cinematography courtesy of Rob Hardy effectively conveys Parkin’s isolation through carefully composed shots and framing. It also captures the haunting beauty of the landscape within which the story unfolds; windswept beaches, ragged cliffs and various other empty or sparsely populated spaces. The faded grandeur of the hotel, with its long shadowy hallways and draughty rooms, implies that it has fallen on hard times and, much like the characters of Parkin and his wife, is a shadow of its former self. The double room Parkin accepts serves to replace the unoccupied bed in James’s story, and Miller’s earlier adaptation, and it perfectly conveys the absence of his wife. When it comes to the moments of horror, de Emmony draws inspiration from sources as diverse as The Haunting and J-Horror titles such as Ringu and Ju-on: The Grudge. Unnerving moments come when Parkin awakens during a particularly stormy night to hear someone banging on his door. When the pillow he has used to plug the gap underneath the door is pulled through it into the hallway he sees a pair of hands appear and creep, spider-like, beneath the doorway. There is also some business involving a sinister looking bust which glares at him from across the darkened room before he places it in the cupboard.
His isolation is enhanced by the hotel’s emptiness - not only is it off-season and manned by a skeleton crew, but after a particularly sleepless night he realises that he wasn't just the only guest, he was the only person in the building. John Hurt delivers an utterly compelling performance as the devastated Parkin. Indeed, through conversations he has with Hetty (Lesley Sharp), the nurse in the care home, and Carol (Sophie Thompson), the sympathetic receptionist of the hotel, we learn he already believes his wife - more specifically, her personality and the things that made her who she was - has now gone completely and he is utterly alone.
'A body that has outlasted the existence of the personality; that is far, far more horrifying than any spook or ghoul that you could ever hope to glimpse, believe me.'
Miller’s adaptation was cunningly ambiguous, the haunting could have been the externalisation of repression and self-imposed isolation of the socially inept protagonist, and this version is just as ambiguous. The haunting could of course be supernatural, but it could also be a metaphor of sorts for Parkin’s guilt. The ending poses more questions than it answers: was Parkin’s wife merely attempting to convince him she was still trapped within her unresponsive and ailing physical body, or did her appearance at the foot of his bed in the hotel room contain more sinister intentions? Is she punishing him for leaving her in a care home? The exchange of glances between the wife and the nurse at the end implies perhaps she has been avenging herself for Parkin leaving her in the care of others. The ambiguity is as chilling as that of Miller’s earlier film, and indeed James’s short story, but the emotional impact it leaves in its wake is a much more resonant one, and the sense of tragedy and loss is where the power of Whistle and I’ll Come to You (2010) lies.
