The Chinese wish each other five happinesses: wealth, longevity, good health, virtue, and a peaceful death in old age. The sixth happiness one must decide for oneself.
Richard’s recent post on Dr Kotnis ki Amar Kahani reminded me of this film, because the two films share a lot in common. Like Dr Kotnis ki Amar Kahani, The Inn of the Sixth Happiness is based on a real life story—in this case, that of the Englishwoman Gladys Aylward (1902-70), who in 1930 went off to China to ‘serve’ the people there. Like Dr Kotnis, she too fell in love with a Chinese national, and is even today, 40 years after her death, regarded as something of a national heroine.
The Inn of the Sixth Happiness, while not completely true to the story of Gladys Aylward (artistic license makes films sell!), is accurate enough in the basics. It tells, with sensitivity and feeling, the story of a brave woman’s determination to go halfway across the world—to a land of which she didn’t even know the language—simply in order to follow her dream.
The film begins in London, where ex-domestic servant Gladys Aylward (Ingrid Bergman) has just arrived. She’s obviously new in the big city: the admiration in her eyes as she stares at the lions in Trafalgar Square suggests the provincial. But she finally washes up at the China Mission House, where she asks to meet Dr Robinson (Moultrie Kelsall), with whom she’s been corresponding for a while. Dr Robinson had indicated in the past that missionaries are sorely needed in China.
Only, as Gladys now realises in her conversation with him, Dr Robinson hadn’t meant her. He’s regretful, but they just can’t send Gladys to China: she doesn’t have the necessary qualifications. Gladys tries to convince Dr Robinson of her determination and her will to serve, but it doesn’t work. He, however, feels sorry for her, and seeing that she has no money, gets her a job as a second housemaid in the household of Sir Francis, an old China hand and explorer who’s spent years in the country.
On the way to Sir Francis’s house, Gladys passes a travel agent’s office, and sees posters advertising the sale of tickets to China. On a whim, she goes in and enquires about prices. It turns out that the cheapest way to get to China is by train, through Siberia. The cost is £41. Gladys decides to book a ticket; she’ll give a down payment now, and pay the rest over the following weeks or months, whatever it takes. The only down payment she can give right now (it leaves her with 4 pence) is a little over £1. The travel agent, a kind man, tries to dissuade Gladys—this sounds suicidal to him—but Gladys is determined.
Gladys does all she can, over the next few weeks, to further her dream. On her off days, she takes up other menial jobs to earn a little extra. And she surreptitiously borrows books on China from Sir Francis’s library, which she reads up in order to understand the country better.
But one day, her ‘borrowing’ comes to light, and Sir Francis (Ronald Squire) summons her, sure that she’s a thief. His conversation with Gladys comes as a revelation to him, and he’s so impressed, he offers to give her a letter of introduction to an old friend of his, Jeannie Lawson, who lives in the northern town of Yang Cheng.
So the day finally arrives when Gladys’s ticket is all paid up, and she has an extra £5 to tide her over. Her friends—Sir Francis and his housekeeper, and the travel agent—see her off at the train station, and Gladys is on her way.
Many days later, she arrives in Tientsin, where the people at the local mission house get her a guide and a mule on which to get to Yang Cheng and Jeannie Lawson. Jeannie Lawson (Athene Seyler) is a white-haired, spry old lady who’s acquired a dilapidated old inn that she intends to renovate and use for missionary purposes. Her idea is interesting—along with food and lodging, they’ll offer stories to the muleteers who stop by. All Chinese love stories, says Mrs Lawson; and if she can tell a few good Bible stories, someone will finally believe.
So, along with Mrs Lawson’s cook Yang (Peter Chong), the two women get down to work cleaning up the inn, setting it to rights, and naming it (the Inn of the Sixth Happiness). The only thing missing now are the patrons. Mrs Lawson tells Gladys that Yang Cheng is on the route of the mule trains; Gladys must stand on the road outside, and when a mule train passes by, she must lure the leading mule in with a handful of hay. The rest of the mules—and the men, perforce—will follow.
Yang teaches Gladys the spiel—“we have no bugs, we have no fleas; we do have stories”—that she’ll need to give the muleteers.
Gladys manages to pull in the mules, but the men, scared of this strange foreign woman who’s hijacked their mules, run off. Gladys calls to them, but the only person who turns up is a very unexpected figure.
This turns out to be an intelligence officer named Captain Lin Nan (Curt Jurgens), a half-Dutch, half-Chinese man who’s come to Yang Cheng to meet the local mandarin (Robert Donat). The very fact that Captain Lin speaks English makes Gladys kindly disposed towards him.
Shortly after, a dreadful accident occurs: Jeannie Lawson, climbing a ladder in her headstrong way (she refuses to accept that she’s a frail old lady), falls and dies in Gladys’s arms.
Captain Lin tries to persuade Gladys to go back home to England—Yang Cheng is no place for a lone young Englishwoman on her own—but Gladys is obstinate: she won’t go. She and Yang have to fulfil Mrs Lawson’s dream for the Inn of the Sixth Happiness.
Captain Lin finally decides that the way to get Gladys out of Yang Cheng is to talk to his good friend, the imperious old mandarin. So, before leaving Yang Cheng, Lin requests the mandarin to order Gladys back home.
One of Lin’s objectives in coming to Yang Cheng was to ensure that the mandarin enforced the new laws on taxation, the registration of births and deaths, and laws against foot binding—in his province. For this, the mandarin has had to appoint a foot inspector, going from village to village, untying the bound feet of little girls before they’re permanently deformed. Unfortunately, the country people are so very opposed to this that all three of the foot inspectors the mandarin’s appointed till now have been beaten to within an inch of their lives.
With Captain Lin gone, the mandarin summons Gladys (with Yang in tow, as interpreter) in order to tell her to go home to England. Gladys, to his surprise, puts her foot down. No. She didn’t come to China in order to go back. She feels this is where God wants her to be, and she’ll stay, no matter what.
The mandarin is impressed. So impressed that he appoints Gladys a foot inspector. At the very least, the experience will frighten her into going home; at best, the extra money she’ll earn will help keep the tottering inn on its feet a little longer.
Surprise, surprise. Gladys, even though her Chinese is very limited and she has to use Yang as interpreter, succeeds. As she travels the villages, trying to persuade young mothers to unbind the feet of their baby daughters, she manages to appeal to their emotions and soon wins support.
A few years pass. Gladys, now adept at Chinese, is popular and well-loved by the people of Yang Cheng and of the villages in the province. The mandarin treats her with an avuncular affection tempered by a considerable respect for her ability, her determination and her wisdom. By virtue of being a sort of mother figure for the people, Gladys even ends up managing to solve problems that really are no concern of hers—for instance, stopping a riot at the prison…
… an incident which brings her to the mandarin’s palace to report to him. And there she meets an old acquaintance: Captain (now Colonel) Lin, back in Yang Cheng because there’s trouble brewing. World War II is imminent, and the Chinese authorities fear that the Japanese will attack. Yang Cheng, poor and remote though it is, is in serious danger, since the Japanese could use its poverty to suppress the local populace and get a toehold in China.
So begins a period of turmoil, both real and emotional, for Gladys Aylward. On the one hand, she gets to know the reticent Colonel Lin a little better, and discovers that he isn’t quite as unemotional as he would like to think himself…
On the other hand, with Japanese bombers coming over Yang Cheng trailing destruction, Gladys finds herself suddenly compelled to be not just foot inspector and negotiator and a shoulder to cry on, but also mother to the growing number of children orphaned by the war… a total of 100 children whom she will end up taking to safety, travelling on foot across miles of mountain country, all along pursued by the Japanese.
The real Gladys Aylward, when interviewed by a journalist who knew very little about Ms Aylward’s past, underplayed her role so much that it took some probing for the journalist to discover that the lady had braved Japanese forces (they even ended up putting out a ‘wanted dead or alive’ notice for her!) to lead 94 orphaned children, including toddlers, on foot across miles of mountainous countryside to safety, walking for 2 weeks.
Ingrid Bergman manages to be a convincing Gladys Aylward: a woman of considerable emotional maturity and strength, who doesn’t let adversity grind her into the ground—yet always lets her innate goodness and her love for the people she’s adopted as her own, govern her actions. A fine portrayal, and a lovely, heart-warming tale of humanity in the midst of war.
What I liked about this film:
Ingrid Bergman. One my favourite actresses, in a role that’s not glamorous but must have been pretty taxing, both emotionally and physically. She’s superb, and her portrayal of Gladys Aylward—the missionary who refuses to “collect converts the way a child collects pretty stones”—is a memorable one.
What I didn’t like:
Robert Donat as a mandarin? He’s a great actor, even in this, his last role. But really, an Englishman acting as Chinese: it’s not convincing at all. Curt Jurgens is marginally more convincing, since Colonel Lin is supposed to be Eurasian, not pure Chinese.
The apparent ease with which Gladys succeeds in winning her battles. The scene where she first visits a village as a foot inspector, and the scene where she goes to the prison to quell the riot, are both a little too pat. It might have been more real if Gladys didn’t succeed so easily each time.
That notwithstanding, this is a great film. Not quite a romance, not quite a war film, not quite a drama, but a very watchable combination of all of those—and more. Highly recommended.
There is something about the missionary cult that really puts me off – the implication that the missionary him/herself comes from a community that needs no help and is superior enough to offer help to (perceived) inferior brethren (or heathen – as a lot of missionary lore classifies non-Christians!). And then there is the implied “white man’s burden” that a lot of these Western missionaries are supposedly discharging. Guess I shouldn’t be so touchy, because implications of their own perceived superiority (veiled as humility) apart, they do perform a lot of useful work.
Coming to the film, I do love Ingrid Bergman, but is she convincing as a British woman? I’ve never heard her speak without a discernible accent (Swedish, I think) which I find very charming, but would be rather unconvincing for a British countrywoman! How did they show her proficiency in Chinese? Did they actually show her speaking it? And Robert Donat may not be a great choice for a powerful Mandarin, but his make-up sure does a good job of getting him there!
Thanks again, bollyviewer for putting into words, what I was thinking while I was reading the review. (This is the second time today!)
And I too love Ingrid Bergman! She is wonderful in any role she plays. I’m sure she was great in this as well.
“underplayed her role so much that it took some probing for the journalist”
REally great people can be identified by their modesty.
I had never even heard about Gladys Aylward. I’m not even sure how to pronounce her last name. But she surely must have been a great woman.
I love such feel good movies!
Thanks for the review and for bringing Gladys Aylward to my notice!
Oh this looks lovely :) And @bollyviewer–my own parents were missionaries, but not of the Bible-thumping sort, they were teachers. And sorely needed where they taught! Sounds like maybe Jeannie Lawson might have been more of that ilk.
I will look for this :) The Beiges might enjoy it too!
bollyviewer, harvey: I too started off seeing this film with trepidation, because I don’t at all like the idea of “going off to convert the heathen”. It was a pleasant surprise to find this film only using that missionary angle to get Gladys Aylward into China – beyond that, it doesn’t show her trying to convert even one person. Instead, she helps them and tries to become one of them (she does, actually – she becomes a Chinese citizen before the war breaks out). So more a case of a person going to another country (a la Dr Kotnis) to really help rather than convert.
bollyviewer: Yes, Ingrid Bergman’s accent is certainly not British! But Robert Donat makes up for that! ;-) But they do show both her and Donat speaking Chinese. No idea how good, but they do.
harvey: If you like Bergman, do watch this. Lovely film! ‘Ale-word’ is how it’s pronounced.
memsaab: Oh, I think the Beiges would definitely like it! It’s a sweet, very feel-good film, and if your folks were more teachers than missionaries, I think they’d enjoy this even more.
I just watched this two nights ago with the Beiges (they already owned it, I should have known)…what a sweet film. My mother said that Gladys Aylward herself said of the film that “the romance never happened!”…it was completely made up, but it made great viewing nonetheless. Loved it :)
I’m so glad you – and the Beiges – liked it! It’s such a sweet, ‘good’ film, and Bergman’s Aylward struck me as being a very nice person, without being either sappy or the Bible-thumping type. Loved her. And loved Curt Jurgens! :-)
Curt Jurgens is my new crush :D
Totally crush-worthy! ;-) Another film in which he’s wonderful is The Enemy Below, a superb WWII submarine-surface vessel drama. With Robert Mitchum. No wonder it’s one of my favourite films!
Duestedoff, thanks for the reference. I am not familiar with this film, but it looks like one that I would like to see.
In answer to Bollyviewer’s comment, yes, there have unfortunately been chauvinist or culturally self-superior kinds of missionaries, but then there have been people from western religious communities who sought to change that attitude, sometimes radically. (I could get more into that, but I realized that could lead me on a pretty long tangent. :)
Dustedoff, you make a good point about how Gladys Aylward actually wants to join – and does join – the people she set out to help, as does Dr. Kotnis. That’s an important distinction.
I too had never heard of Gladys Aylward. And like Bollyviewer and Harvey, I too am not very fond of the missionary cult. But if this is about a person going to another country to help rather than to convert, then I would definitely love to see it.
how come I can see your pics but not that of Richard and sunheriyaadein?
I LOVE this movie! Ingrid was so awesome in it. I have to watch it again soon.
Richard: We in India have I think seen enough of both types of missionaries – people, on the one hand, who stayed in their own closed little communities and did their best to “collect converts the way a child collects pretty pebbles”, and weren’t really bothered with the more corporal welfare of those they thought they were benefiting, and those who were more genuinely helpful. (As my mother said about an evangelist who came to our house – his name was Christian – “The most unChristian man I ever met!”)
The film shows Gladys Aylward as a woman very deeply concerned about the Chinese – not as inferiors whom she had to uplift, but as friends. Two scenes that are lovely illustrations of this are when she buries (a) Jeannie Lawson (b) A Chinese friend who is shot down by the Chinese. Her obvious – and equal – distress is a poignant reflection on her feelings.
sunheriyaadein: If you do come across this film, watch it – it’s worth it. Very touching.
harveypam: You’ll have to leave comments on their blogs to remedy that! :-)
Veen: Ingrid is awesome in just about everything! She’s such a fine actress, and so good at so many types of roles – all the way from Gaslight to Casablanca, Anastasia to Spellbound. Superb!
Lovely review. Ingrid Bergman? More than enough reason to watch it. I’ll be searching for this soon. thanks a ton :)
Thanks dustedoff. The review is very worthwhile as it has increased my general knowledge and I have come to admire this truly great woman.
I would love to watch this film whenever I can.
And sure there are some horrible and other great missionaries. Lumping them together would be doing injustice to the latter.
Sharmi: My thoughts exactly! I love Ingrid Bergman – she’s just so very watchable.
pacifist: “And sure there are some horrible and other great missionaries. Lumping them together would be doing injustice to the latter.” True! I was reminded of that famous missionary, Brother Damian (was it? I don’t remember) – a man who willingly went to live on an island that was populated only by lepers, in the days when lepers used to be so completely ostracised that they weren’t even allowed to live in society.
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Gladys herself was a little upset by the poetic license taken by the screenwriters. Col Lin was fully Chinese and of an important lineage and died during the war. Also the real name of the Inn was Inn of the 8th Happiness.
As for the ‘missionary cult’ it isn’t a cult – there are missionaries from all different denominations who are “called” by God to work overseas in often dangerous areas for Christians. God also calls just as many to serve at home we just don’t call them missionaries, we call them, pastors, priests, vicars, deacons, chaplains, Sunday school teachers, bible in school teachers and lay people. Most are serving the communities they live in helping in many various ways, running food banks for the poor, providing clothing, bedding, housing and assistance to the poor, elderly, homeless, children and any who need help. As Christians we don’t just share the gospel, so-called “bible-thumping”, that’s our 2nd job, our first job is to love people, right where they are, just as they are, and some need to be reminded of that sometimes.
I doubt if Bollyviewer (who was the one who referred to the ‘missionary cult’ in the first place) is unlikely to see your comment, but I will make a small clarification on her behalf. Yes, I wouldn’t call it ‘missionary cult’ at all, but to call people who work for Christianity – in whatever capacity – ‘missionaries’ isn’t considered derogatory or in anyway demeaning in India (where both Bollyviewer and I are from). Here, whether an evangelist is a doctor, a priest, a teacher, whatever – they are still called ‘missionaries’. Even if they’re Indians (the Indian Missionary Society proudly calls itself that).
Just to clarify. This seems to be a misunderstanding brought about by looking at the same thing through two different ends of a common pipe.
Thank you for introducing this film. Ingrid Bergman is great in her favourite role as Joan of Arc and simply superb in Bells of St.Mary. I am sure she will be equally great in this movie. Somehow, I did not find this in the list of Ingrid great films. I am trying to locate a free version in the web now.
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Indira Gandhi had a striking resemblance to Ingrid Bergman around 1977
She was 60 then.
Ingrid was just 2 years senior to Indira Gandhi
Nice film indeed. The Mandarin, was superb.
The inn of sixth happiness
released in 1958…Ingrid was 43 then.