Gone to Earth

Synopsis: Hazel Woodus is a beautiful but innocent country girl who loves all the creatures around her, especially her pet fox cub. She is given a rough time by her father but can escape to run barefoot through the woods when her harsh life gets too much for her. It is there that she is found by the local squire, Jack Reddin, finds her and is struck by her beauty. The obvious conflict develops when the squire leads the local hunt and tries to kill Hazel's pet fox. The title "Gone to Earth" is taken from the huntsmans cry when the target is no longer obtainable.
Genre: Drama, Romance
  1 win & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
7.2
NOT RATED
Year:
1950
82 min
91 Views


Gone to earth!

Foxy?

They're out tonight, father.

I heard 'em.

Foxy heard 'em too.

You little blessin'...

running away like that.

If you're lost, I'm lost.

Sit you there.

There's bones for supper.

I've gotten some tin cups over

by God's little mountain.

Get up!

Maybe the black meet's set

for tonight...

like it says here in my mam's

book.

I never looked back or I'd be

dead by now.

But you're not dead, I see.

No daughter of mine will stuff

herself with them old wives' tales!

You old beast, you!

You don't take a needle to that dress,

you'll be motherin' naked within a week!

It will not mend.

Foxy would like me to get

a new one!

I'll go to Wenlock in the morning.

The stew's burned again!

Stop yammering!

Play "Harps in Heaven. "

"The Mountain Ash. "

Beneath the roots lays

father dear,

So dear

She be the tree that grew

from out upon him

The mountain ash will bring me

luck and treasures many,

The Mother Ash is life

and

rare as angel's hair

Beneath her shade we shelter

beasts and men all free from care.

Hey, missy!

You forgot the old one!

Margerine, Mr. James, is just as

good as butter.

Butter's made of milk!

But where does milk come from?

From the cows.

- And what does the cow eat?

- Buttercups, eh?

Vegetation.

Now what...

I say... Hazel!

How do I look, cousin Albert?

Jam!

My word, you're jam, Hazel!

I'm going to tea at auntie's now.

I'm fair famished!

I can always take ten minutes

for tea time!

Are you staying the night,

Hazel?

There's a magic lantern show on tonight.

Maybe your mother won't ask me to stay.

You leave that to me, Hazel!

You were saying when we

was interrupted, Albert...

Sorry, Mr. James, what was I saying?

Vegetation.

Oh vegetation, yes, now...

Margerine is made from vegetation,

like...

well, like butter.

Made by machines, not cows!

Just as good. Now let me explain...

Butter doesn't need

any explanation, Albert.

Good day.

Good day, Mr. James.

I never seen a

magic lantern show, Albert!

By gum, Hazel, you're...

you're butter!

A disgrace the way you look in that

dress!

You look like an actress!

Do I, Aunt Prowde?

You do.

You quite draw men's eyes.

It's nice to draw men's eyes.

Ain't it, Aunt Prowde?

Jam!

If you go on the way you're going,

you'll get picked up my girl.

I'd like to see anyone pick me up!

I'd kick!

I don't know about that.

You take after your ma.

I'd be glad.

You ought to be as glad to take after

one parent as another.

Your mother was a gypsy.

Some Christian to be born in a caravan

as she were.

She was as good a Christian as

some folk!

Are you going back to the store?

Well, see you later, Hazel.

You won't see her later cause Hazel must

start now to get back before nightfall.

Hazel's staying the night,

mother, surely!

She must go back to her father.

We're short a room as it is.

She can have my room.

Hazel cannot have your room.

It's not suitable.

Well... let her share yours, then.

Little I thought when your dear father

went, that before three years passed,

you'd be so forgetful of my comfort

as to suggest such a thing!

As long as I live, my room's mine!

When I'm gone...

the sooner the better for you,

no doubt...

you can put her in my room,

and yourself, too!

See here, that he never will!

I keeps myself to myself!

What the devil are you doing down there?

She would not let me bide the night.

My foot's blistered in a balloon...

and there's blood on my new dress.

What's your name?

Hazel.

Hazel what?

Just Hazel.

Well mine's Reddin...

Jack Reddin...

and why you're so dark about yours,

I don't know.

But up you get anyway.

Your arm pulling me in

be like the Sunday school tale

of Jesus Christ and Peter

on the wild sea.

Me bein' Peter.

Vessons!

- Young lady's lost her way.

- You'll find it for her, I've no doubt.

Get the brood mares in.

They should have been in by this hour.

There, Randler...

I cannot bear hound dogs...

Nasty snapping things.

What's the matter with you?

You lie down, you fool.

You've seen a girl before.

You hunt poor foxes?

So we ought.

Vermin.

You look like a hound dog

when you laugh.

And you, you keep away from our Foxy.

Who's Foxy?

A little small cub as I took and reared.

You reared her, did you?

Aye, she lost her mam.

I'm her mam now.

You like that picture?

Or is it the dress you like?

If you stayed the night, then you could

wear a new dress every day of the week.

If ifs and ands were beans and bacon,

there's few would go with empty bellies!

Put it on.

I'll see how Vessons

is getting on with the supper.

- She'll do.

- How d'you know you'll do yourself?

I can't stand your manners much

longer, Vessons!

Give me notice, then.

Get back to your kitchen.

Never shall it be said that a poor

unprotected female

- found no friend in Andrew Vessons.

- Oh shut up.

Who taught you to sing?

Father.

Who is your father?

Father's wonderful with the music.

He wins money prizes.

And he plays the chapel weekends

up on God's Little Mountain.

Supper's burnt!

How did you do that,

you fool?

I think to the lady teaching me

how to sing.

Get out of the stable and stay there.

Can't he stay in the house?

Put it on.

I'd rather not.

Put it on, m'lady.

I ain't your lady.

Old feller...

Where be you?

What, after the older now?

I will not stay alone with him.

So he's had his trouble for nothing.

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Mary Webb

Mary Gladys Webb (25 March 1881 – 8 October 1927) was an English romantic novelist and poet of the early 20th century, whose work is set chiefly in the Shropshire countryside and among Shropshire characters and people whom she knew. Her novels have been successfully dramatized, most notably the film Gone to Earth in 1950 by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. They inspired the famous parody Cold Comfort Farm. more…

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