Clip description
Grandad Rudd (Bert Bailey) challenges his neighbour Mr Regan (Les Warton) to a family cricket match, in order to avoid having to pay Regan for some pigs. The Irish Regan accepts, stipulating his own rules, including ‘no lost balls’. The match is all but lost for the Rudds when Grandad hits a mighty ball into a well. Dan (George Lloyd) has to bring in his wheelbarrow when Grandad collapses on the pitch, having run too much. The Rudds win the match by one run.
Curator’s notes
The film was photographed by Frank Hurley, with George Heath as his assistant. The clouds behind the cricketers are typical of Hurley’s style – pictorialism, with lots of light thrown on the actors. Ken Hall was later to prefer a softer style of lighting in his films after he visited Hollywood in 1935, shortly after completing this film. Cinesound was shut down for several months to allow Hall to make the trip, during which he bought new equipment for back projection (see Thoroughbred (1936)) and studied the latest production techniques. Grandad Rudd is, in that sense, the last of the older-style Cinesound pictures, owing much of its style to the silent era. The movies he made after this generally have a greater visual sophistication and more modern conception – as well as a softer lighting style.
It’s Grandad Rudd’s turn to bat in the cricket game. He belts the ball high and it lands in a well off-field. He and his teammate make run after run, stopping in the middle of one run to do a silly dance. They are cheered on by a loud group of supporters standing off-field in a shelter who yell and throw their hats into the air. The other team is clearly worried. Men gather around the well, lying down to try and reach the ball.
Mr Regan Hurry up, hurry up. Go there, get it. Hurry up and get it! They’re running.
Commentator Mr Rudd just made a wonderful drive and he’s running like a two-year-old. The score is creeping up because the ball’s in the well and the blokes in the field are well in the soup.
Mr Regan runs after Grandad on the pitch.
Mr Regan Hey, you can’t do this. You can’t run more than six.
Grandad keeps making runs.
Grandad Rudd You said no boundaries, no lost balls. Run and like it. Well, I’m liking.
Mr Regan stands in front of Grandad and puts his foot out, trying to trip him up. Grandad hops neatly over the foot and then brings his cricket bat down on Mr Regan’s toes, causing him to jump with pain.
At the well a man falls in trying to retrieve the ball. Mr Regan comes over to the well.
Mr Regan Here, leave this to me. Come on, let me, lower me down in the bucket.
Mr Regan puts his foot into the bucket, the man at the handle of the well loses control and Mr Regan also falls in.
On the pitch Grandad and his teammate continue to make runs in a comic bow-legged running style but Grandad has slowed down.
Commentator Grandad is still running but I don’t think he can stay the distance. His legs are beginning to warp. The score now stands the Rudds 36 and the Regan mob 51.
Grandad’s teammate falls over mid-run. He gets up again but is obviously tired. Grandad is exhausted, wobbling all over the pitch.
Teammate Keep going, keep going.
Grandad I’m going.
Mr Regan is pulled from the well.
Commentator 48! Four more runs to go and Rudd’s still going strong. Oh, oh, Grandad’s collapsed.
Grandad’s teammate tries to pull him up but Grandad is too exhausted.
Commentator They can’t win now.
Two men fall into the well again.
Commentator I reckon they’re not done yet. Look! Look!
A man has got a wheelbarrow and is pushing Grandad up and down the pitch. Grandad touches his bat to the crease at the end of every run. The crowd continues to cheer.
Commentator Two more runs to get. Can they do it?
The ball has been found in the well.
Mr Regan Come on, get.
Mr Regan pushes a man out of the way and catches the ball as it is tossed up from the well. The men at the well all run back on-field.
Commentator 51! And they’re in the straight!
Mr Regan throws the ball to the wicket-keeper who catches it just as Grandad touches his bat down on the crease. The man pushing the wheelbarrow wobbles and Grandad tumbles out onto the pitch. The commentator stands up, throwing his hands into the air.
Commentator 52! And the Rudd family wins!
Rudd family supporters run onto the pitch, cheering and waving their arms. Grandad and his fellow runners lie on the ground, too tired to get up.