Appendix:
Anything for a Quiet Life by Jack Hawkins (Elm Tree Books, Hamish Hamilton, London , 1973) , pp. 131/132
There are few films that I cannot look back on without finding some reason for
pleasure, or pride, or at least amusement, but there is one strong exception -
"Zulu." Financially, it was a great success, and nobody can deny that
it was good entertainment, but as an actor I felt let down. Indeed, in many
respects, I believe I was cheated out of a good performance.
The film told the story of Rorke's Drift in Africa, where a hundred British
soldiers fought off 3,000 Zulu warriors. I was offered the part of a Swiss [sic]
Lutheran missionary, Otto Wit [sic], which was an unusual one for me to play in
a war film, for Wit [sic] was a pacifist who attempted to prevent the wholesale
slaughter of the warriors. [Not sure where that idea came from!] Largely because
it was so unlike all the parts I was well known for, it appealed to me, and
before we went to South Africa on location I discussed the role, and the way I
thought it should be played, in great detail with the producer, Cy Endfield.
What I did not know then was that Cy was a great prestidigitator, a man who, in
the kindest interpretation of the word, is a skilled conjuror. Had I realized
this I might have been rather more careful but, as it was, I believed that my
interpretation of the role was being taken seriously, and so I played it with
this conviction.
During my scenes, Cy had arranged a number of covering shots which, for example,
showed various other characters laughing at me; in other words, sending me up as
a misguided buffoon. The performance that appeared on the screen bore no
relationship whatever to the performance I gave in front of the cameras. When I
saw it on the first night, I was so annoyed that I got out from my seat and
walked out of the cinema - the only time I have ever walked out on any premiere.
However, thinking of my friends, Stanley Baker and Michael Caine - and of my
astonished wife, left alone in the front row of the circle - I recovered my good
humour sufficiently to collect her and take her on to the traditional first
night party. All my protests achieved was that Dee [his wife Doreen] thought I
must have suddenly been taken ill, and everyone else - if they thought anything
at all - believed I'd simply gone to the loo!"