10 (1979)

Director/Screenwriter: Blake Edwards

By Marilyn Ferdinand

Male menopause, I’m OK, you’re OK, if it feels good, do it—these are the cogent catchphrases of 1970s American pop culture that practically begged to be lampooned, even in their own time. Enter Blake Edwards. One of the most successful creators of mainstream comedies ever to work in Hollywood, Edwards’ sixth sense for spoofing the zeitgeist and his experience in genre and comedy writing for such 50s TV series as Peter Gunn and The Mickey Rooney Show helped him uncork the Pink Panther films, one the most beloved franchises in moviedom. Edwards also had an unofficial series comprising the numerous films he made starring his wife Julie Andrews, whose phenomenal voice and fresh-faced beauty had made her an easy star in such 60s movie musicals as Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music. Her collaborations with Edwards were meant to broaden her range and increase her opportunities to land other types of movies. Their smash hit 10 scored a cultural bulls-eye with the “do your own thing” generation that catapulted British comic actor/musician Dudley Moore and ravishingly beautiful newcomer Bo Derek to instant celebrity in the United States, while charting the fading world Andrews would prove largely unsuccessful in trying to escape.

George Webber (Moore) is a highly successful composer who, with his writing partner, gay lyricist Hugh (Robert Webber), is navigating the treacherous waters of being in his 40s. Hugh’s grasping at fading youth is manifest by keeping a young lover (Walter George Alton) whose only line of work is to make Hugh happy. Moore has been seeing Samantha Taylor (Andrews), a musical theatre star and recording artist, for several years, but can’t seem to keep his eyes off the bikini-clad women who walk the streets of his Malibu neighborhood. He especially can’t keep away from his telescope, which is forever trained on his neighbor (Don Calfa), a Hugh Hefner type whose mansion is always filled with naked women who are ready to fuck at the drop of a swizzle stick. George’s discontent overflows when he arrives at Hugh’s home for an evening work session and finds that Sam has arranged a surprise 42nd birthday party for him.

With the memory of blowing out the candles on a cake engulfed in flames fresh in his mind, he is primed for his fateful encounter with Jenny (Derek), the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. One glance from his Rolls Royce into the back seat of the limousine that is taking her to her wedding ceremony, and George is off to the races. He follows her to the church, crashes into a police car when he can’t take his eyes off her, and after receiving tickets for several violations, bangs into the church and hides in some floral arrangements behind the altar so that he can gaze upon her face. He is promptly stung on the nose by a bee. That night, caught in the heady elixir of his own obsession, he quarrels with Sam. When he fails to connect with her the following day to apologize, he runs helplessly toward the object of his desire, going so far as to allow her dentist father (James Noble) to fill six cavities just so that he can find out her honeymoon destination—Mexico—and follow her there.

The advertising tagline for 10 reads, “A temptingly tasteful comedy for adults who can count,” a clever reference to the title that would push an attractiveness rating scale to the cultural forefront. But its double-meaning is for men like George who realize the time of youthful vigor is passing. In real life, we’ve all seen men like George, for example, middle-aged Michael Douglas, who saw Catherine Zeta-Jones in full, youthful bloom in The Mask of Zorro, determined to make her his, and then did. Just like Douglas, George eventually succeeds in getting Jenny into bed, but unlike Douglas, Jenny’s reasons for being with George highlight the unbridgeable generation gap that George is wise enough not to ignore. Jenny is comfortable with her “old man” David (Sam Jones)—they’ve been living together for two years and got married to please their parents. When George saves a sleeping David from drifting out to sea on a surfboard, Jenny is happy and grateful. While David is in the hospital recovering from a sunburn, why not sleep with the cute man who saved him? As we’d say today, it’s all good.

George, though he is tempted by the example of free love set by his neighbor, doesn’t think of Jenny that way. She’s his ideal, the embodiment of the perfect 10, that is, her face and form are. Sadly for George, the world belongs to her generation now. When George sits in the hotel bar bending the ear of sympathetic bartender Don (Brian Dennehy), he makes a sarcastic joke inspired by hearing the pianist play the theme from Laura: “Each of us is the product of an era. That music is my era. . . . If you were 19, and 20 years from now, you were dancing with your wife or girlfriend you knew in high school, and you said to her, ‘Darling, they’re playing our song,’ do you know what they would be playing? ‘Why Don’t We Do It in the Road.” For George’s generation, desire was love, and great desire led to marriage. When Jenny makes it clear that making love with him would make her happy, nothing more, it opens a chasm. He tells her he thought she was something special, to which she quickly retorts, “I am special.” Damn right, but as she defines herself. George would call her a women’s libber, but that would not offend her the way his criticism of Sam always wanting to “win like a man” offends her. The world of beautiful love songs with beautiful lyrics cannot be transferred to a beautiful face and body the way men did in his era. It is only after learning this lesson that he can let go of trying to recapture his youth by loving an actual youth, and find the life-giving romantic feelings of his own youth with Sam.

In Blake Edwards’ inimitable style, comedy and romance are mixed effortlessly, and the laughs and sighs he evokes are full-bodied. Moore’s diminutive size and elfin face put us solidly on his side as he experiences a series of mishaps that exploit the full range of his considerable physical comedy skills. For example, while watching his neighbor, he flings his telescope away in sexual frustration, only to conk himself in the head and stumble down a steep embankment. Naturally, Sam chooses that moment to try to phone him. He tries to climb the hill quickly, slipping and sliding backward and pulling at the brush while his neighbor and naked lady friend watch in amused puzzlement. Naturally, he finally reaches the phone just as Sam hangs up, much to his comic exasperation. Following his dental work, George finally manages to be around to answer one of Sam’s phone calls. Unfortunately, his mouth is so swollen and novocained up that he sounds like an incomprehensible predator from another planet. She calls the police, who find him under the influence of pain killers and brandy, riotously rubber-legged and ready to party with the naked ladies across the way. In another incident, when a mariachi band awakens him at the hotel in Mexico, the look on his dark-circled, hungover face as he bursts through the balcony curtains is gut-splittingly funny.

Moore’s dramatic chops, however, provide moments of the most aching longing. The set-piece in which Moore pours out his yearning occurs when he sits at the hotel piano and records a new composition for Hugh on a tape recorder. The Henry Mancini song that exquisitely reflects Jenny as George’s inspiration, “It’s Easy to Say” (better without the crummy lyrics), is full of George’s kind of music—beautifully melodic, painful, surging with life, triumph, and defeat—interpreted with Moore’s superb musical technique and artistry. Edwards inserts reaction shots to the music from Dennehy and Dee Wallace, who plays a lonely divorcée whose would-be tryst with George is both embarrassing to watch and as unnecessary as the reaction shots themselves. The scene provides a supreme example of a character’s inner life completely realized by his artistic expression; Edwards was very smart to write a part for Moore that would take advantage of his perfection as a musician.

Many kudos to Bo Derek as well for embodying Jenny as a self-confident member of her generation. More than just being, in reality, a perfect 10, Derek’s refreshing honesty and unapologetic attitude when faced with George’s disillusionment make their bedroom scene together both sad and wise. Of course, that scene will be remembered only for her assertion that Ravel’s Boléro is the best music in the world to fuck to, and I lament that her performance in this pivotal scene got lost in the sniggering and rush to the record store.

The weakest link in 10 is Julie Andrews. She and Edwards thought her innocent image was to blame for the failure of many of her films and performances, resulting in the ill-considered image buster S.O.B. (1981). In fact, however, I’ve come to the conclusion that Julie Andrews just isn’t a very good actress. She doesn’t get below the surface of Sam, merely spouts the lines that signal she’s an older woman who won’t put up with George’s infantile exploits. Sam seems completely oblivious to the undercurrents of George’s terror of growing old, and therefore, their connection never seemed real to me. At one point, she takes a frustrating call from George and ends it with “Damn you, George.” She might as well have said “I need a quart of milk” for all the emotion she puts into it. Thankfully, she is not the center of the film’s action and provides little more than some quick-edit blackouts to hype the comedy. Singing the insipid lyrics written for the Mancini songs by Carol Bayer Sager and Robert Wells does not help her cause either.

A raft of decent supporting performances, led by Dennehy and Max Showalter as the preacher/songwriting hobbyist who married Jenny and David, make 10 a well-fleshed rom com. Dudley Moore’s understanding portrayal of a midlife male makes 10 a treasure.

  • Sam Juliano spoke:
    16th/04/2012 to 7:25 pm

    “In fact, however, I’ve come to the conclusion that Julie Andrews just isn’t a very good actress. She doesn’t get below the surface of Sam, merely spouts the lines that signal she’s an older woman who won’t put up with George’s infantile exploits. ”

    Well, Marilyn, I’ll certainly meet you part of the way with that statement. Julie is most definitely a weak link in this particular film and for precisely the reason you eloquently pose. However, when she is giving roles and material that’s suited to her looks and talents (THE SOUND OF MUSIC, MARY POPPINS, STAR! and VICTOR/VICTORIA) she can deliver the goods. She played the same role in Edwards’s VICTOR/VICTORIA on stage as she did in the film. Don’t get me wrong, she’s no Katharine Hepburn, Vivien Leigh or Lillian Gish (ha!) but was able to impart her natural gifts to great effect. Yes Moore and Bo Derek are exceptional. And I well remember that “Bolero” business! In any case, I do like 10 well enough and much appreciate this master-class presentation.

  • Marilyn spoke:
    16th/04/2012 to 8:28 pm

    Sam – I don’t deny that Andrews can sing and play sweet roles, but that basically confirms my assessment. She’s not a very good actress, she’s a talent, as you have said. Thanks for showing some interest in a film that it appears no one has much of an interest in today. It’s a much more touching and deep film than might first be apparent, and I would hope some cinephiles would embrace its achievements.

  • mark s. spoke:
    17th/04/2012 to 1:33 pm

    ‘Women who are ready to fuck at the drop of a swizzle stick’. Oh, God, I’m laughing with tears in my eyes.
    Never seen ’10’ though it sounds decent from your essay and I’ve always liked Dudley Moore (what’s not to like?) and sometimes Blake Edwards’ crudity is just so brazen all you can do is sit and gape in astonishment. I’m with you — Andrews is an acquired taste that I’ve never acquired (wonder who did what to whom in the Julie-Blake conjugal bed? Involuntary shudder).
    Thanks for this great essay; I’ll probably watch ’10’ tonight.

  • Marilyn spoke:
    17th/04/2012 to 1:56 pm

    Mark – Thank you so much for commenting. I really feel this is an unsung gem, and the paucity of comments led me to believe that its age and mainstream category would doom any serious consideration of it or interest in it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

  • chris schneider spoke:
    23rd/04/2012 to 2:46 pm

    I’ll still stand up for Andrews’ non-singing performance in THE AMERICANIZATION OF EMILY, in which she’s very *very* well cast.

    There was a time when I cherished a fantasy about Julie Andrews starring in a film version of Muriel Sparks’ THE PUBLIC IMAGE, a novel about an “English Rose” actress in Rome. Now if Losey had directed it, say …

    Lovely piece of writing, though, this piece on Edwards and 10. Thank you.

  • Marilyn spoke:
    23rd/04/2012 to 4:16 pm

    Chris – Thanks to you for the praise. I note your defense of Andrews, and I can’t really speak about Emily because I don’t really remember it.

  • Rosie spoke:
    22nd/06/2012 to 2:10 pm

    [” In fact, however, I’ve come to the conclusion that Julie Andrews just isn’t a very good actress.”]

    You should have realized that this comment would spark a good deal of comments. I feel that others have more or less expressed how I feel about your opinion of Julie Andrews. Mind you, I wasn’t impressed by her performance in “10”. But I can think of some outstanding performances she gave in other films.

    Sorry, but I don’t agree with your assessment that she wasn’t a good actress. Frankly, she’s a lot better than Bo Derek. Whom I believe wasn’t a terrible actress. She can be good, as “10” made perfectly clear. But I don’t think she was in Andrews’ class.

  • Craig Kennedy spoke:
    29th/11/2014 to 11:59 am

    You know, I never thought of this movie as a satire of LA in the late 70s, but 25 year’s later I think you’re right.

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