Michael Truman, February 25, 1916 – July 11, 1972.
With June Thorburn and hair stylist Daphne Martin on the set of Touch and Go (1955).

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Michael Truman, February 25, 1916 – July 11, 1972.
With June Thorburn and hair stylist Daphne Martin on the set of Touch and Go (1955).
The Saint: The Covetous Headsman (1.4, ITC, 1962)
"Inspector Quercy, how nice to see you."
"Ah, Monsieur Templar, how very nice to see you - provided you have come to France only as a tourist."
"Now what does that mean?"
"That means that there are servants of the Republic, of whom I am one, whose job is to concern themselves with crime. We do not allow private individuals to take over the duties of the police."
The Saint: The Talented Husband (1.1, ITC, 1962)
"It's very simple. I don't like being a cog in the machine: being one of the millions of ants that devours the dragon is all very noble - but it's not half as much fun as being Saint George, is it?"
"With the sword in the hand and the foot on the neck of the dragon, eh?"
"And an arm around the fair maid."
Ian Hendry-Jane Asher "Girl in the headline" 1963, de Michael Truman.
TOUCH AND GO (Dir: Michael Truman, 1955).
Jack Hawkins makes a rare foray into comedy in this lightweight, late period effort from the Ealing Studios.
Following a disagreement with his boss, furniture designer Jim Fletcher (Hawkins) makes the snap decision to emigrate to Australia. Less than enthusiastic are his wife Helen (Margaret Johnston) and teenage daughter Peggy (June Thorburn) with concerns for the family cat and Peggy's new sweetheart.
Aside from the excellent The League of Gentlemen (Basil Dearden, 1960), comedy was not really Jack Hawkins’ forte. Although an otherwise fine dramatic actor, he often seemed a little uncomfortable in domestic situations and was at his best as stoic men of action. Oddly, Hawkins was far more convincing as a naval officer or a pilot than he ever was as husband or father and his performance here is rather broad and lacking in subtlety. In fairness, he is given little to work with in a role which involves little more than expressing exasperation at his wife and daughter.
Scenarist William Rose was an accomplished comedy writer; responsible for Ealing classics such as The Maggie (Alexander Mackendrick, 1954) and The Ladykillers (Alexander Mackendrick, 1955) and later co-scripting Hollywood epic It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (Stanley Kramer,1955). So it is all the more surprising that Touch and Go doesn’t quite deliver the goods. Its attempts at humour are somewhat laboured and never raise the hoped for big laughs in a plot which offers no surprises; the denouncement can be guessed within the first 10 minutes. Which is not to suggest the movie is without merit. It ambles along nicely enough and certainly provides some mild chuckles. The muted colour palette is attractive and the atmosphere is cosily nostalgic.
Viewed today Touch and Go is a quaintly dated period piece. It does not rank among the greatest of Ealing Studios movies but neither is it a complete failure. Ultimately, it is just a little undistinguished and lacks the bite of other Ealing comedies. Still, it is a pleasant enough time waster that will certainly be of interest to Ealing completists.
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- Girl in the Headlines, dir. Michael Truman, 1963.
Cousin Anya
"Hello?"
"... Uncle Mike? You sound super young. What the heck?"
"Uhh..." Mark looked at the phone confused. "O-one sec. Dad!" Michael poked his head out of the kitchen, flour caking his face.
"Yes, son?"
"MARK?! YOU ARE ALIVE!" Mark startled and almost dropped the phone. Wordlessly, he handed it over to Michael. Whoever it was was still shouting, sounding more and more shrill. Michael's face lost color.
"Oh, shit. Anya." He muttered. Then he held the phone up to his ear. "Anya! Hey, sunflower."
"Oh, don't you sunflower me. He's ALIVE. And you PROMISED. THAT. YOU. WOULD. TELL. ME. WHAT THE HELL, UNCLE MIKE?"
"... Do you wanna see him?"
"UNCLE, PLEASE."
"... Mark, do you remember your cousin Anastasia?"
"Um... vaguely.. Is that who was yelling?"
"Yeah. I maybe forgot to let her know you weren't.. you know. Dead."
An amount of hours later...
"A-Anya? How- Were you speeding?!"
"MAYBE." She looked around and sniffed the air. She had long red hair that looked a little like fire in the sun. Her eyes were big and brown and very, very curious. They widened when they landed on Mark. "Marker!"
"M.. Marker?" He questioned softly.
"Wait." She spun around, hair flying behind her. "Have.. have you been baking?" Michael coughed into his hand.
"Maybe." She huffed and looked back at Mark.
"You're alive."
He looked down at his hands. "Well.. I should hope so."
"Do you... remember me?"
"Kind of? But... you wore dresses." She groaned.
"Don't remind me."