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  • I initially rented The Trials of Oscar Wilde because it was James Mason's time as Star of the Week. Somehow, in the 1960s, he got second billing in a bunch of movies but was only in them for fifteen minutes. Long before James even showed up, I realized this was a very high quality movie, one that was going to be enjoyed instead of just being useful.

    Peter Finch played Oscar Wilde, and he gave an incredible, fantastic, multi-layered performance that, of course, was completely ignored by the academy. Thankfully at the BAFTAs, he won Best Actor, and the film was nominated for picture, screenplay, and supporting actor. Back in 1960, it was a big risk to play a homosexual, and Peter treated the role with dignity and much more motivation than plain flamboyance. This is an internal performance, one that shows years of pain underneath the famous quips. If you like to laugh at Oscar Wilde's barbs, or if you like over-the-top parodies of gay characters, rent the remake Wilde. For a more realistic interpretation of the emotional turmoil of a gay man in the 1890s, rent this one.

    The story is pretty upsetting to watch, mostly because it's not possible to slough off afterwards and tell yourself it's only fiction. This is a true story and shows the horror and hatred of human nature. Don't pop this in for a fun-filled movie night; watch it when you're in the mood for a very heavy drama.
  • It is sometimes said of London buses that you can wait ages for one and then two come along at once. So it is with films about Oscar Wilde. The world waited sixty years for a film about him, and then two came along in the same year, "The Trials of Oscar Wilde" starring Peter Finch and "Oscar Wilde" starring Robert Morley. There was, of course, a third version in the late nineties, "Wilde" starring Stephen Fry.

    I have never seen the Morley film, but "The Trials" has a lot in common with "Wilde". Both tell the same story of Wilde's friendship with the handsome but spoilt young aristocrat Lord Alfred Douglas ("Bosie"), and of how Wilde was pressured into bringing an ill-advised libel suit against Bosie's father, the Marquess of Queensberry, who had accused him of sodomy. As a result of the failure of that lawsuit, Wilde was arrested, charged with gross indecency and sentenced to two years imprisonment. Although the two films acknowledge different source material, "Wilde" is clearly indebted to "The Trials"; the two films have a number of scenes in common. In places the dialogue is almost word-for-word the same.

    There are, however, a number of differences of emphasis. "The Trials", as its name might suggest, places a greater emphasis on the legal aspects of Wilde's case, with a greater number of courtroom scenes. (The word "trials" clearly has two meanings here; it is used both in its legal sense and in the sense of "sufferings"). It omits, however, details of Wilde's life in Paris after his release, and places less emphasis on his relationship with his wife Constance and with his children.

    There are some notable acting performances in "The Trials", especially from James Mason as Queensberry's lawyer Edward Carson and Lionel Jeffries as the splenetic Marquess himself, a man eaten up with rage and hatred; I preferred Jeffries to Tom Wilkinson who played this role in "Wilde". John Fraser, on the other hand, was not as good as Jude Law as Bosie. Peter Finch was a gifted actor, but I certainly preferred Fry's interpretation of the title role. Whereas Fry made Wilde witty, but also kindly, sensitive and generous, Finch's Wilde came across as too much the dandy, a man who, although capable of impulsive generosity, often used his wit as a mask to hide his true feelings. Only towards the end of the film, when he realises that he is in danger of imprisonment, does he become more emotional.

    The greatest difference between the two films is that "The Trials" does not actually admit that Wilde was a homosexual. The impression is given that he may well have been the victim of unfounded gossip, of a deliberate conspiracy led by Queensberry to blacken his name and of perjured evidence given by the prosecution witnesses in court. In reality, there can be no doubt that Wilde was gay, and the Stephen Fry version of his life is quite explicit on this point. Queensberry's accusations were largely true, and in denying them Wilde perjured himself. It has become a received idea to say that he was the victim of the ignorant prejudices of the Victorian era and to congratulate ourselves (rather smugly) that we are today altogether more liberal and enlightened. This attitude, however, ignores the fact that for all his talents and his good qualities Wilde had a strongly self-destructive side to his nature. As some of his lovers were below the age of consent, if he were living in the first decade of the twenty-first century rather than the last decade of the nineteenth, he might actually receive, given contemporary anxieties about paedophilia, a longer prison term than two years. Even if he avoided a jail sentence for sex with minors, he would certainly receive one for perjury.

    It is precisely because "Wilde" is more honest about its subject that it is the better film. Peter Finch's Wilde is the innocent victim of other men's villainy; Stephen Fry's Wilde is a tragic hero, a great man undone by a flaw in his character. Although he is more seriously flawed than Finch's character, however, he is also more human and lovable, and his story seems more tragic.

    "The Trials", however, probably went as far as any film could in dealing with the subject of homosexuality. For many years it had been taboo in the cinema; a film on this subject would have been unthinkable in the Britain of, say, 1930, or even 1950. By the early sixties the moral climate had become slightly more liberal; the influential film "Victim", which some credit with helping to bring about the legalisation of homosexual acts between consenting adults, was to come out in 1961, a year after "The Trials". In 1960, however, homosexuality was still a criminal offence, and there was a limit to how far it could be freely discussed in the cinema. Seen in this light, "The Trials", although in some respects disappointing, can be seen as a brave attempt to tackle a sensitive topic. 7/10
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    Oddly enough I had never seen this film and had just seen Oscar Wilde with Stephen Fry as the man himself. I didn't think it was very good, and after watching Peter Finch as Wilde with a fine supporting cast, I realised just how bad that one was. This, on the other hand, pulls it off in spades. The story of Wilde's rise to become the toast of London and his spectacular fall from grace within month's is well known, and The Trials Of Oscar Wilde plays it all very straight (no silly joke intended there). But it scores so well because it gets the tone exactly right and there is not one bad performance in it. Wilde was a complex man. He might now be a gay icon and regarded as a trailblazer for gay rights, but he was also a devoted and loving father for whom possibly the bitterest blow was not being able to see his children again after his release from jail. Too many have the wrong impression that he was nothing more than a flamboyant poseur, but there was, in fact, far more to him than that: he had a sound intellect, was a natural writer and he was self-aware. He was also exceptionally honest, he was kind and he was generous. Few stuck by him after his fall, but notably among his friends were Robbie Ross and Ada Leverson, who had the courage to stick by his side when too many other friends revealed themselves as fairweather folk. By his own admission, he 'went mad' for a few years and destroyed himself. The greatness of the man is very well conveyed in this version of his trials and I recommend it highly. Forget about the Stephen Fry effort, which falls flat on its face compared to this.
  • Ken Hughes film 'The Trials of Oscar Wilde' may at first appear to be one of those cheesy Technicolor costume dramas when in fact it is a gripping and finely acted account of the appalling treatment Oscar Wilde received at the hands of the English justice system at the end of the 19th century.

    Peter Finch is superb as the eponymous hero and is totally committed to the role and turns in one of his best performances on screen. The supporting cast is also quite good if more generalized in their characterizations, more a fault of the screenplay than the performers. There is one especially fine supporting performance from Lionel Jeffries as the maniacal Lord Queensbury. Jeffries plays Queensbury as a crazed brute, a type of man we can no longer countenance in these days, though I suspect they are still out there waiting for their chance to pounce on those who they fear and do not understand.

    Sonia Dresdel is Lady Wilde, Oscar's dotty mother at the end of her life. It's a small part but is quietly powerful. Other people in Wilde's life, Constance, his wife, and Ada Leverson, his stalwart friend and life-long supporter, are tantalizingly glimpsed but little is revealed of their inner workings. But this isn't a film about them but about the actual trials and much of the film is spent in courtrooms. This might sound boring but it isn't.

    James Mason appears in the first trial as the defending witness, for Lord Queensbury, and a more vicious, narrow-minded lawyer could hardly be found, even these days.

    The technical credits are competent if nothing special; the music, melodramatic in a soap-opera-ish way, the sets plush and too clean. But somehow the power and tragedy of Wilde's story comes through all the gilding of the script, peppered with some of Wilde's wiser quotes, well-placed, naturally, in the text. There is nothing preachy or moralistic which is a relief, compared to the highly politicized scripts being written since this film was made.

    It is interesting to note Nicholas Roeg as the camera operator. He wasn't the cinematographer but I detected a few Roeg-ish touches in a couple of the more meditative scenes.

    This is not a film to be sluffed off as old-fashioned simply because there are no sex scenes or vulgar language or violence. The psychic violence suffered by Oscar Wilde was quite sufficient enough and this is a memorable film, worth having in the collection.
  • First of all I like the way the authentic witticisms of Oscar Wilde have been woven into the script. His sarcastic and pointed remarks derived from a keen observation of the morals, pomposity and hypocrisy of late Victorian England make for intelligent and amusing dialogue between the characters.

    Peter Finch (Oscar Wilde) delivers lines with a certain flourish, but I think he could be even more flamboyant for such a man was Wilde. John Fraser plays the moody Bosie as Oscar's current lover with a balanced mixture of effeminate charm and petulance. Best acting role is that of Lionel Jeffreys as the Marquis of Queensbury. Make no mistake his character comes through loud and clear. He gives a remarkable portrayal of his utter disgust when his 21 year old son Bosie defies him and continues his relationship with Oscar, a man of middle age and married. All London is gossiping and there is much clicking of tongues. Mrs. Wilde played by beautiful Yvonne Mitchell stands by in utter dismay and disapproval.

    The courtroom scene gives Oscar the opportunity to deliver more witty lines and to describe his inner feelings about true love...interesting because one is not too sure what he is about to say next. One gets the feeling that Oscar has chosen the path of self-destruction...or is he just being his theatrical self?

    After he does his prison sentence with hard labour he is supposed to look tired and ill, but I fail to notice much of a change in his demeanour. He should be much paler with a worn down look. This would command more sympathy. Oscar's sexual adventures around the streets of London are not discussed to any extent nor portrayed in this film. If they had been given more prominence we would perhaps have felt justified in agreeing with the jury's decision. As it is , the sordid details of his sexual encounters are played down and because the film is presented in this way we feel rather sad that this great playwright both loving and generous should suffer so much at the hands of those who tried to destroy him.
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    I don't always have high hopes for older British films, but once in a while along comes a gem that surprises me, and this was one. It's quite an absorbing telling of the trials (literally) and tribulations of Oscar Wilde that resulted in his imprisonment and death.

    The only issue I have is whether or not the producers achieved their goals. Specifically, if they are trying to present a sympathetic portrayal of Wilde at this period of his life, and thus condemn his sentencing to prison, then I think they failed. Or perhaps they're just being accurate. One of the two is true, but my impression about Wilde from this film is mostly negative. Not because he was gay. But because he appeared to be insufferable. And that insufferability led to his own demise. A Another problem here is that Wilde appears to be pretty straight; I doubt that's the way it was.

    But despite these shortcomings (if they are shortcomings), the production is an impressive one. Sets are locations are lush and well-filmed.

    Peter Finch is excellent as Wilde, assuming you buy the premise of a rather straight Wilde. Yvonne Mitchell is very good as his wife. James Mason is around briefly as an opposing attorney. Nigel Patrick is excellent as one of Wilde's attorneys. Lionel Jeffries plays the abominable Marquis of Queensbury. John Fraser plays the gay young man whose father (Queensbury) sends Wilde to prison.

    It would have been good had they provided a couple of interesting points at the close of the film. 1. Queensbury ended up dying before WIlde. 2. He apparently died from syphilis, ironic since he was so appalled by Wilde's sinfulness.

    An interesting and well-produced version of Wilde's darkest period.
  • Finch won the bafta for best actor, and the film was nominated for several more. Peter finch as oscar wilde, who was a brilliant playwright in the 1890s. Wilde happened to be very close to the lord queensberry's son, which just wasn't done at the time. Making things worse, his son alfred (john fraser) refused to stop spending time with wilde. When queensberry called wilde a sodomite, wilde brought queensberry (lionel jeffries) up on charges of libel; unfortunately, there were many witnesses who may have been able to back up queensberry's statement; after instigating the legal activity, wilde himself was tried. The awesome james mason is carson, defending queensberry. Pretty serious account; very few of wilde's clever sayings are included here. Directed by ken hughes, who had also done chitty chitty bang bang, casino royale. Very different stories, indeed.
  • For a movie made in 1960, The Trials of Oscar Wilde was probably ahead of its time, given the general taboo against open discussion of homosexuality in that era. Just guessing, but it also may have gained the inordinate attention of the censors (such as the old Catholic Legion of Decency). I first became aware of it only the other day (Sept. 2005), when it was shown on Turner Classic Movies here in the USA. I can't believe this was the first time that a relatively tame, 45-year-old movie has been shown on American TV, but I wonder. The movie tiptoes diplomatically around the "elephant in the room," but its central theme and the intent of the producers are clear enough for adult moviegoers. (I can't remember the word "homosexual" being uttered in the dialogue, but there were unmistakable surrogates, such as "sodomite.") As a heterosexual, far be it from me to ask this question, but notwithstanding Peter Finch's fine performance in the lead role, isn't his movie "Wilde" a more masculine portrayal than the historical Wilde? Perhaps this was also a necessary concession to the time in which it was made. In any case, I also offer this spelling nitpick: the Encyclopaedia Britannica (1982) refers to Wilde's nemesis as the "Marquess of Queensberry," not "Queensbury." Also, the rules of boxing are the "Marquess of Queensberry rules."
  • kyle_furr14 February 2004
    I had heard of Oscar Wilde before but i didn't know who he was. I had seen the 1945 version of The picture of dorion Gray but i didn't know he wrote it. This movie has Wilde being put on trial for having homosexual relations, there's more to it but I'm too lazy to put it down. Peter Finch does a good job and James Mason is the main reason i wanted this, but i didn't know he was basically only in one long scene as the defense attorney.
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    Peter Finch gives a top drawer performance in the title role of the Trials of Oscar Wilde. It's the story of a man who was a celebrity raconteur and playwright and his fall from grace because of Victorian mores about homosexuality.

    Today a man like Wilde would not be compelled as Victorian society did compel homosexuals to marry and have children and deny to the world who they were and how they love. Just think that a century later after the controversy surrounding Wilde, we are discussing gay marriage and it's being legalized in many countries. Wouldn't it have all been simpler if Oscar had been allowed to marry Bosy.

    When the film opens Wilde is already a successful author of many plays and stories and maybe the most quoted man of wit in his time. He's married with two children, but he's got a side life as a gay man. He's got to take his partners where he finds them, a lot of street kids for the most part. And then he falls head over heels for Lord Alfred Douglas played by John Fraser.

    Fraser is the son of the Marquis of Queensbury, the same guy who thought up the rules for prize fighting. He's a rough and crude man played with relish by Lionel Jeffries. Of course the thought of a gay son is an abomination to him. Can't be that young Bosy is gay, it's that Wilde guy he's hanging out with.

    Queensbury calls Wilde a "sodomite" and Wilde foolishly decides to sue him for libel. And then the trials take place, first the civil suit and then the criminal trial because sodomy was indeed a criminal offense back in the day.

    I often wonder why the real Wilde did not just deal with Queensbury in one of his plays. In real life and in the film Queensbury was a boorish lout who could have so easily been caricatured and laughed out of relevancy.

    Queensbury retained as his attorney Edward Carson, maybe the best barrister of his day. Later on he led the Ulster contingent in Parliamant and was probably the man most responsible for those six counties of Northern Ireland remaining in the United Kingdom.

    Let's just say that Oscar Wilde uttered one witticism too many during his time on the witness stand and James Mason who gives a great performance as Carson just moves in for the kill.

    With an international gay movement in full swing now Oscar Wilde and his story may seem quaint to some, but it is relevant today to show that it wasn't that long ago that being who you were was a crime. And a reminder of where gay/lesbian/bi-sexual/transgender folks will be if our hard won rights even as incomplete as they are yet are ever allowed to recede.
  • This film is at least as good as the Stephen Fry effort made nearly four decades on, and has the added attraction of having no intimate scenes of perverted sex; homosexual acts between consenting adults were still illegal in 1960, even on film! Having said that, it starts in the middle, so for those not familiar with the story of Wilde's downfall, a little imagination is required, though to be fair it is specifically about his trials, which start at around one hour in.

    Strangely, the note Queensbury delivered to Wilde's club appears with the classic spelling mistake corrected. Normally the spelling he used - somdomite - is offered as proof of him being an illiterate brute rather than a man who was concerned about his son's perverted relationship with a much older man. The note is extant.

    The Wilde of Peter Finch is also more deserving of sympathy that that of Fry because he comes across more of a fool than a tortured artist, as indeed he was, throwing away everything for a man who ultimately cared only for himself.
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    There have been several renditions of the trials (and tribulations) of Oscar Wilde but this is the best. "Oscar Wilde," starring Robert Morley, had appeared two years earlier and was more typical of the way films had to stomp history into a Procrustean bed in order to fit the time slot and please the audience. As Wilde, Morley isn't a pouf but a sensitive soul. He's put on trial and spouts all the apothegms of Wilde's characters as if they were appearing for the first time, improvised on the spot.

    This version, "The Trials of Oscar Wilde", is longer, more demanding, more historically true, and generally superior. It's informative too. There wasn't "a" trial of Oscar Wilde; there were three trials all in all, one in which he was the plaintiff, one in which the crown prosecuted him and ended in a mistrial, and a third in which he was convicted and sent to Reading gaol ("jail", folks) for two years, during which he lost his wealth, his social status, and his family, and went into exile in Paris.

    It's not a comedy. At the height of his powers, Wilde has a pretty wife and two children whom he loves. He's also having an affair with the handsome young Lord Alfred Douglas ("Bosie"), son of the Marquis of Queensberry. Whether the affair is Platonic or assumes more physical dimensions, we never find out. Nor in the end does it matter.

    We don't get to hear the evidence brought against Wilde by four or five scalawags whose integrity is in doubt. Presumably their testimony involved sodomy, delicately expressed. But their stories are tainted enough that we can conclude Wilde was convicted because he LOOKED and ACTED queer. He was tried in the press and was guilty. This was in 1893 in Victoria's notoriously prudent England, but it happens all the time. We're quick to leap on the suggestion of guilt in popular figures. America has just done it now in the case of a once popular entertainer, Bill Cosby. "Schadenfreude" was Freud's word for it, the pleasure taken in seeing others suffer.

    Most of the characters are given two dimensions except perhaps for the Marquis of Queensberry, the reliable Lionel Jeffries, who is a flat-out, half-deranged sadist. The proximate cause of Wilde's trials, the extraordinarily handsome Bosie, John Fraser, is a moral imbecile, a psychopath, but like other psychopaths he's good at scanning others and generating sympathy for himself. All that's keeping him from being thoroughly "evil" is a German umlaut.

    Two events are understandably left out. One is Wilde's experience in prison. He did hard time in the sense of back-busting physical labor. Yet he managed to produce one of his better-known poems, "The Ballad of Reading Gaol," from which we get lines like: "Yet each man kills the things he loves" Another absentee is Wilde's death in a modest Paris lodging house, a place he loathed. A visitor found him dying in his bed, staring at the wall. And Wilde said, "Either this wallpaper has to go or I do." He's buried in Père Lachaise Cemetery along with Chopin, Molière, Jim Morrison, and (most aptly) Helois and Abelarde.

    I found the acting, the writing, and the direction all pretty much above what I'd expected. As Wilde, Peter Finch has to be very careful, as if walking a tightrope. He never acts effeminate except in dire situations, threatened by a knife or pummeled by unwanted visitors. As Bosie, Fraser is a perfectly spoiled and selfish brat. James Mason makes a brief appearance as the court's prosecutor, the guy who was Wilde's classmate at Oxford. ("No doubt he'll treat me with all the bitterness of an old friend.") It's hard to recall a better written summary of the defense than that given by Nigel Patrick as Wilde's barrister and it's difficult to beat Wilde's definition of "the love that dare not speak its name" while on the stand.

    It's a superior movie.
  • Cineanalyst6 July 2020
    A twin film, along with "Oscar Wilde" (1960) released at the same time, about the eponymous wordsmith and the trials that eventually sentenced him to prison, ruined his career and probably killed him in the end. The mental gymnastics of bigotry and cognitive dissonance these filmmakers went through, especially the ones of this version, to portray Wilde as a martyr while simultaneously denying his homosexuality is an astounding indictment in itself. "The Trials of Oscar Wilde" is even worse than the other because that film, at least, employed the word "gay," with both its meanings at the time, to slyly suggest an undermining of its otherwise homophobic depiction. No such luck here; this is a straightforward--emphasis on "straight"--whitewash. It's an insidious melodrama that itself is quite libelous. Indeed, the production values are entirely better, or at least more posh, otherwise than the other "Oscar Wilde," including expanding the production design beyond a filmed play, being filmed in color instead of black and white, better acting, and the insertion of more natural dialogue for scenes where Wilde speaks with friends and family--as opposed to the usual epigrams employed for his public appearances. Ironic, given that this version includes more of the playwright's writing of "The Importance of Being Earnest," however, that the picture obstructs precisely what is important.

    The other play-within-the-play of both versions is "Lady Windermere's Fan," which serves the dubious purpose of suggesting Wilde's plight to be akin to that of Mrs. Erlynne, whose scandals turn out to be entirely a fiction and that she is actually a "good woman." Regardless, "The Trials of Oscar Wilde" is classist as well as homophobic. The boys or men who testify against Wilde in his "indecency" trials, along with Wilde's lover Bosie, are dismissed as impoverished criminals either mooching from or extorting the educated and upper-class Wilde. The most negative depiction, however, is reserved for the Marquess of Queensberry, the subject of the hasty libel charges Wilde brought against him (for the words "posing" as a "Sodomite"), the same guy who lent his name to the modern rules of boxing. The hunched, balding characterization here is quite the brutish and sniveling baddie--the sort so extreme it's as though the producers expect the audience to hiss at him. I'm not saying anything regarding the character of the real John Douglas here--that hardly matters to me--but his portrayal here is excessive. It's the sort of bad writing and poor direction that's part of the overblown and overlong histrionics of the entire production. It's such a violent melodrama; Bosie even threatens Wilde with a knife while the author is bedridden. It would've been better had the filmmakers toned down such over-compensating for their imprisoning Wilde in the closet.
  • One never quite believes the character given a rather masculine portrayal by Peter Finch is involved in a love affair with the young Lord Alfred Douglas, but the tentative treatment of the film's subject matter is understandable since homosexuality was still illegal in Britain at the time of its release. More importantly, however, is how effectively the film relates the story of a man who is ruined by a society which can be so hateful. Although Wilde is portrayed at first as an arrogant and indulgent celebrity, as his love for his family and his torn loyalties are revealed it becomes hard for one to feel no sadness as he is made to pay with public disgrace and a jail sentence. John Fraser is perfectly cast as the spoilt and manipulative Douglas.
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    One should always consider the possibility that had Oscar Fingal O'Flaherty Wills Wilde not fallen inconveniently in love with Lord Alfred Douglas he might now be remembered only as a relatively minor Irish playwright with a propensity for presenting other people's bon mots as his own.His ascent to his unassailable position as the Theatre's great gay martyr is at least to some extent the result of his treatment at the hands of the British judicial system. As unpleasing as it may be to sophisticated 21st century thought,the "homosexual act" -as gay love was referred to in Victorian law books - was considered a crime and the "abominable crime of buggery" was punishable by Life Imprisonment.Queen Victoria refused to endorse laws proscribing Lesbianism because she not only had never heard of it but she refused to believe its existence.Aware of all those facts Oscar Wilde chose to sue his lover's father for libel after the Marquess of Queensberry referred to him as a "somdomite" (sic).It says much for his chutzpah if not his intelligence. Mr P.Finch is a fine,sensitive if rather louche Oscar,clearly besotted with the pretty but insubstantial John Fraser.Mr L. Jeffries pushes the boat out a bit as the Marquess of Queensberry,very much an aristocrat of his time with a zealot's hatred of homosexuality as only an old public school man can have.Mr J.Mason is suitably ruthless as his barrister,cold of heart,tongue and eye. This is a handsome film,a typical superior British product of its era, requiring its audience to stay awake and keep off their mobile phones. If you require an instant fix it isn't for you. Wilde may ultimately have been a victim of his own ego,but the Marquess of Quennsberry must be spinning in his grave over his own contribution to his old enemy's immortality.
  • Beautifully Filmed in Technicolor with a Script that Incorporates Many of Wilde's Famous Witticisms. Peter Finch is Not Physically what One Conjures when an Image of the Successful Playwright and Author Comes in the Mind, but He is Playing the Gay Martyr as the Man in His Forties and Not the Flamboyant Peacock of His Early Manhood.

    It is a Daring Film for its Time and was Predictably Shunned by Some Theatres and had No Air Time on American TV for Decades. But it is All Done with a Subtlety and Sensitivity that is Palatable for Any Audience and is a Heartfelt and Sad Rendition of what led to Oscar Wilde's Imprisonment for Two Years for the Crime of Practicing Homosexuality.

    The Acting is Superb All Around with Lionel Jeffries as Lord Queensberry (yes, of boxing rules fame) as a Villain Worth Hating and by All Accounts Fairly Accurate. The Movie Moves Along at a Steady Pace and is Informative and Entertaining but Ultimately Downbeat.

    It is Only a Small Portion of the Life of Oscar Wilde and is this Slice that was Decidedly Devastating. Not Only for His Hard Labor Prison Term but the Insensitivity of His Wife that Forbade Oscar from Ever Seeing His Children Again. He Never Recovered and Died Penniless.

    The Film Ends as He is Released from Incarceration and Never goes into the Post Traumatic Downfall. The Trials both Personally and Judicially were Enough Sadness in an Otherwise "Gay" Life (happy and carefree) and Lifestyle (Bisexual) of the Most Quoted Man of His Era.
  • It has been many years since I saw this film, but after the credits rolled to one of the best musical scores I have ever heard I realised that the film is a ' lost ' masterpiece. In my opinion Ken Hughes made a visually beautiful film and had some of the finest actors of the time to support him, and Peter Finch gave a performance that should again in my opinion be considered as one of the greatest on film. With superb support from John Fraser as Lord Alfred Douglas the Oscar Wilde story unfolds. Not one scene is wasted in the telling, as we go through Wilde's marriage to Constance, his love for his children and his destructive relationship with Alfred Douglas. The searing scene of both of them in the holiday resort of Brighton where Douglas tears Wilde apart is one of the most tragic emotionally on film, and is for me the highlight scenes in this masterpiece of film making. The trial scenes themselves are diluted, perhaps due to the censorship of the time, and we never hear the evidence of the young men. Despite that the three trials are moving and heart breaking to watch. No spoilers but the ending is brutal and compelling and shows almost unbelievable cruelty. Finally a film that should be treasured for what it is; a love story brilliantly conceived and that should never be forgotten.
  • The portrait of a world more than the image of a great writer. the motif - the subtle, fine performance of Peter Finch and the chance to have as partner Lionel Jeffreys. because the purpose is not only to give a film about errors or sins or judgement but about the spirit of a world, looking to give to appearences the lead importance. it is not the picture of a victim but the exploration of the mechanism of a society. that could be the motif for who you feel the work of Peter Finch as more than the exposure of Oscar Wilde life traits. it is a proposition for understand. the forms and rules and expectations of a world defined by strong rules . and an existence less than idealistic you imagine. but loyal, too loyal to his principles. a must see film. for performances, for story. and, maybe, for the subtle moral behind the first impressions.
  • This film is a highly complex and well-made biopic of Oscar Wilde, the brilliantly talented, but overly egotistical playright from England, who had a series of successful plays at the end of the 19th century. His talent as a writer and a wit are unchallenged. However, his talent could not salvage his reckless judgement of taking legal action against a moral foe, the Marquess De Queensbury, who, ironically, was the inventor of rules for boxing matches. His talent was obviously tricking his opponent into a losing situation, much like the philosophy of Sun Tzu, the great Chinese military tactician who is studied at all three major military academies in the US: "Battles are won and lost before they take place", and "the key to victory in battle is deception". The Marquess seems to have mastered these principles of war, and, consequently, was able to defeat Wilde soundly in two legal cases in court. Wilde made the mistake of going after the Marquess in court, knowing fully that he was guilty of serveral of the charges made by the Marquess. This led to a successful countersuit and trial which the Marquess emerged victorious. Peter Finch gives the best performance of his lifetime, for which he was rewarded with an Academy Award for his role in Network, several years later. The film is not a slick Hollywood production, but a very good account of the actual facts of Wilde's life (according to the data on Wikipedia). The production values are first-rate and the British have a much better feel for these types of films than Hollywood. This is a film far ahead of its time. The gay community should use this film as its standard bearer; this and The Boys in the Band, seem to be the only two films that genuinely examine the world of homosexuality in an honest fashion.
  • I think that this is a brilliant film with Morley's "Oscar Wilde" not that far behind but enough has already been said about the merits of both. Could I just correct a few errors in both threads to the effect that there were gaps of one or two years between them. No there were not. They were released almost simultaneously in the Spring of 1960, Morley's having a West End premiere and Finch's not. I have often wondered about the (slightly unseemly) race to be first or even why there needed to be even one film on the subject at all just then and can only assume that it had something to do with the fact that the releases coincided (almost) with the sixtieth anniversary of Wilde's death, on 30 November, in Paris.
  • A year before Basil Dearden's groundbreaking "Victim" Ken Hughes gave us "The Trials of Oscar Wilde" and while the word 'homosexual' is never uttered no other mainstream film before it tackled the subject with such a degree of frankness, leaving audiences in no doubt as to what the film was 'about' from the very opening scene. Of course, Wilde's 'trials' are of great historical importance in that, not only was the reputation of a great artist destroyed, but subsequently the case opened up a debate of homosexuality that lasted for several decades. It could even be argued that this film, as much as "Victim", was tantamount in helping change the law in the UK.

    It is a deeply serious film with none of the anachronisms we usually associate with biopics and historical dramas and it's beautifully acted by the entire cast. Peter Finch is a superb Wilde, (he won a BAFTA for his performance), John Fraser. A perfectly petulant Bosie, Nigel Patrick, a suitably sardonic defender and Yvonne Mitchell, a wonderfully underplayed Constance while James Mason is brilliant as Sir Edward Carson, defender of the Marquis of Queensbury in the initial case, (his cross-examination of Wilde is a tour-de-force).

    It is also a beautiful looking film, superbly photographed in widescreen by Ted Moore and designed by Ken Adam. At exactly the same time as the Hughes film came out there was another version of the same events simply entitled "Oscar Wilde" with Robert Morley in the title role and while Morley was splendidly cast the film itself was vastly inferior.
  • The relationship between Oscar Wilde and Bosie, has already developed and is in full flow when this film begins, so we are almost immediately immersed into the war of hate between Bosie and his homophobic and severely disapproving father. Bosie's father appears to disapprove of his son merely because of his son's lack of manliness, and despises Oscar Wilde because of what he perceives as Wilde's role in perverting his son. But the resentment is also clearly due to the fact that Bosie's father just cannot connect with his son on any level (well portrayed in this film) and it is Wilde that appears to steel that genuine place in Bosie's heart. This just eats away at Bosie's father, and so he attempts to destroy the relationship between Bosie & Wilde in any way he can. But the more he tries, the more he pushes his son away, into the arms of Wilde.

    Peter Finch plays Oscar Wilde admirably and he convinced me that this could have been the real Oscar Wilde. John Fraser plays Bosie acceptably - although i think it's his clean 'nice boy' looks that help him pull this role off more than his acting talent. Bosie's father, the Marquis of Queensbury is played by Lionel Jeffreys and he displays the cantankerous side of the character well. The courtroom scenes could have been tenser, and i dont think James Mason (as one of the barristers) delivers his lines with quite the same passion of some barristers I've seen. It is in one of the courtroom scenes, that quite apart from his relationship with Bosie, the true extent of Wilde's promiscuity with regard to young men is exposed, which was the one point for me in the film that I felt slight disgust at Wilde, although his promiscuity still didn't justify in my opinion what then happened to him. I'm just glad that society has become more tolerant nowadays, in some parts of the world.

    The film is approximately two hours long, is packed with Oscar Wilde witty one liners, which made the film very funny at times. On second viewing, the film was even more enjoyable. Shot in 1960, I watched it for the first time here in the UK on Monday 7th Jan 2002 on Channel 4 who played it as an afternoon matinee, and the quality of the copy they played was superb - crystal clear. All in all, the film was a joy to watch.

    I would highly recommend it, as it illustrates the relative intolerance of the times in England at that time. There are no sensual scenes in the film, so its 'safe' to watch for everyone. I say this because I know that a friend of mine recently stopped watching the latest Oscar Wilde film (with Stephen Fry, released 1997) as soon as he realised that it contained some male nudity & stuff, which he said he was personally uncomfortable with. And the 1960 film doesn't lose anything for not having any sexual stuff in it, believe me. Please watch it, if you get the chance.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    "The Trials Of Oscar Wilde" was pretty much, a commercial failure but WHO did "tortured soul" better than Peter Finch, be it here, or "Far From The Madding Crowd" (which I sadly didn't value when I saw it in the cinema aged 15) or the cult figure of Howard Beale in "Network." You could say that Faye is "Dunawaywith" as I fast forward through her and ecumenical halfwits and the rest, Peter Finch is the star of the movie and is head and shoulders above the rest, even above the great William Holden.

    As Oscar Wilde he is the perfect example of arrogance and extreme hedonism, it's quite possible to think "He had it coming to him, flaunting himself like that in Victorian Britain." and "The law was unbelievably savage towards men with his sexual proclivities." and how wretched that the "blackmailer's charter" survived until 1967, all at the same time. In that sense, this film and Dirk Bogarde's "Victim" were risky and very very brave to star in as the lead character under scrutiny.

    If this film has a weakness, it's in the form of Lionel Jeffries, whose performance as the raving lunatic, Queensberry is too much of a cartoon caricature, even if the wretched oaf WAS mad. I'm not sure who I would've preferred in the role, but Jeffries was surely not the best choice around?

    But apart from him, the performances are excellent, John Fraser, James Mason, Nigel Patrick and Emrys Jones give Finch a run for his money. Yvonne Mitchell seemed a bit uninspiring to me, and in their shared scenes, Maxine Audley was able to out-act her with just a look. Audley would've been the better choice as Constance Wilde. That said, Sylvia Syms played Mrs Farr in "Victim" very much the same way as Mitchell played Constance Wilde, simply not understanding losing her husband to a younger man and all the while, living a lie and dreading the mockery if the secret got out. "Dignity...always dignity." comes to mind.

    The sets were fine....it's an irony that both Peter Finch and Maxine Audley appeared at Oscar's favourite theatre "St James's" before the act of vandalism that saw it demolished. COULD any actor or actress who played on that stage NOT think of its history and solid connection with Oscar Wilde's plays? The home of the Queensberry's is seen to be an uninviting, marble infested, cavernous tomb. Even without the raving mad Marquis being present, it looked a horrible place to be. Add the glorious colours and this was a movie that was meant to be seen then talked about. The music score is memorable, if a bit too strident for my own tastes.

    Well worth 9/10.
  • jamestakisblain8 March 2024
    For 1960, this movie's undercurrent (Wilde's homosexuality) is quite progressively shown, but it is a British, not American, film. I don't think this movie could have been made as such in the US at the time. Oscar Wilde was a gifted man ahead of his time. His portrayal in the movie showed him at a stage of life I wasn't aware of, but I hadn't closely followed his trajectory. I didn't know he had a wife and children. There could not have been a better actor selected to play Wilde than Finch. I deducted 2 stars because I read the trivia and goofs, as always, and also scanned Wikipedia's article on him. The movie, as progressive as aformentioned, still followed the conventions of 1960-style moviemaking in its aesthetic. It seemed cleaned up, as bio-pics tended to be at that time, but enough was implied as to still make the case of Wilde's proclivities.
  • I can't find fault with one thing. My favourite film. I love Wilde, and this really just captured everything. I found this accurate, witty and touching. The court case in particular moved me, as did Finch's portrayal of the man himself. This is excellent and has stood the test of time.