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Harry Landis, Actor

May 10, 2019
by the gentle author

“I was born and brought up in the East End, then I went away for fifty years and came back eight years ago – but I returned to a very different East End from the one I left,” admitted Harry Landis, as we stood together outside the former Jewish Soup Kitchen in Brune St.

“When  I was four years old, I came here with my mother holding me in one hand and a saucepan in the other, to get a dollop of soup and a loaf of bread.” Harry confided to me, “When I returned, the soup kitchen had been converted into flats, and I thought it would be great to buy a flat as a reminder – but the one for sale was on the top floor with too many stairs, so I didn’t buy it. Yet I’d have loved that, living in the soup kitchen where I went as a child.”

“I don’t feel any sense of loss about poverty and the bad old days and people suffering,” Harry declared with a caustic grin, as we ambled onward down Brune St. And when Harry revealed that growing up in Stepney in the nineteen thirties, he remembers taking refuge in his mother’s lap at the age of ten when a brick came smashing through their window – thrown by fascists chanting, “Get rid of the Yids! Get rid of the Yids!” – I could understand why he might be unsentimental about the past.

We walked round into Middlesex St to the building which is now the Shooting Star, that was once the Jewish Board of Guardians where Harry’s mother came to plead her case to get a chit for soup at the kitchen. “I hate those jumped up Jews who blame poor Jews for letting down the race,” Harry exclaimed to me, in a sudden flash of emotion as we crossed the road, where he accompanied his mother at four years old to face the Board of Guardians sitting behind a long table dressed in bow ties and dinner jackets.

When she told the Board she had two children – even though she only had Harry – in hope of getting more of the meagre rations, the Guardians unexpectedly challenged Harry, requiring evidence of his mother’s claim. With remarkable presence of mind for a four year old, he nodded in confirmation when asked if he had a sister. But then the Guardians enquired his sister’s name, and – in an extraordinary moment of improvisation – Harry answered, “Rosie,” and the Board was persuaded. “She used to break her loaf of bread and give half to the poor Christians waiting outside the soup kitchen,” he told me later, in affectionate recognition of his mother’s magnanimous spirit, even in her own state of poverty.

Yet the significance of Harry’s action reverberated far beyond that moment, because it revealed he had a natural talent for acting. It was a gift that took him on a journey out of the East End, gave him a successful career as an actor and director, and delivered him to the Royal Court Theatre where he originated the leading role in one of the most important post-war British plays, Arnold Wesker’s masterpiece “The Kitchen.” Although, ironically, at Stepney Jewish School where Harry was educated, the enlightened headmistress, Miss Rose, made the girls do woodwork and the boys learn cooking – and when Harry left at fourteen he wanted to become a chef in a kitchen, but discovered apprenticeships were only available to those of sixteen.

“They sent me to work in a cafe pouring tea but I didn’t last very long there, I did several jobs, window cleaner and milkman. And I used to go to the Hackney Empire every week, first house on a Monday because that was the cheapest – the company had just arrived, rehearsed with the band once and they were on at six, but the band weren’t sure what they were doing, so I enjoyed watching it all go wrong.

Being a cheeky little sod, I used to perform the show I’d seen on the Monday night next day at the factory where I worked – Max Miller’s jokes, the impersonators and Syd Walker who did a Rag & Bone act. 95% of them nobody knows now. “The shop steward, who was my mentor said, “You ought to be on the stage.”I’d never seen a play. I said, “Where do I go to see a play?” He said, “If you go the West End, the play will be about the tribulations of the upper classes, the problems of posh people. But there is one theatre in Kings Cross called the Unity Theatre, the theatre of the Labour & Trade Union Movement that does plays about ordinary people. I’m going there next Sunday night with my wife, if you’d like to come.” And I went. And at the Unity Theatre, that’s where my life changed.

It knocked me out because the people on the stage could have been living in my street and the language they spoke was the language we all spoke down the East End. The shop steward said, “You should be here, I’ll get you an audition.” I did my audition and I showed them my acting of bits I’d seen at the Hackney Empire, and they put me in the variety group. We performed shows in air raid shelters and parks. But then they transferred me to the straight acting section because I was fifteen and there was a shortage of men since they were all away at war. I was playing above my years but learning to act.

After two or three years of this and doing my military service, I returned to the Unity Theatre and the headmaster of a South London school saw me and said, “You should be professional, why don’t you apply for a grant from the London County Council to go to drama school?” I was twenty. He got me the form and we filled it out, and I was given a grant and money to live on. How times have changed! I did three years at Central School of Speech & Drama. You learnt RP (Received Pronunciation) but you never lost your own speech. I was considered a working class actor.

“I got cast in a wonderful play at the Royal Court Theatre, run by George Devine where they did the plays of John Osborne. It was “The Kitchen” by Arnold Wesker, and I played the part of Paul, the pastry cook – which is the Arnold Wesker character – that’s what he did when he worked in a kitchen. It was about himself. Arnold wrote without any knowledge of theatre, which is to say a play with twenty-five actors in it which only lasts seventy-five minutes. People said they could see the food we were cooking but it was all mimed…”

So Harry fulfilled his childhood ambition to become a chef – on stage – through his work as an actor in the theatre. To this day, he gratefully acknowledges his debt to the Unity Theatre and those two individuals who saw his potential – “I was going to be an amateur but I was pushed to the next stage,” he accepts. Harry enjoyed success as one of a whole generation of talented working class actors that came to prominence in the post-war years bringing a new energy and authenticity to British drama. Now Harry Landis has returned to his childhood streets and laid the ghosts of his own past, he is happy to embrace the changes here today, although he does not choose to forget the East End he once knew.

“It’s a different East End. The bombs got rid of a lot and it’s all been rebuilt. The Spitalfields Market is full of chains and it’s been gentrified, and you’ve got your Gilbert & Georges and your Tracey Emins, and the place is full of art studios and it’s become the centre of the world. It’s the new Chelsea. I sold my house in Hammersmith where I lived for forty years (that I bought for £2,000 with 100% mortgage from the LCC) and I came back and bought a flat here in Spitalfields with the proceeds. And the rest I put in the bank for when I am that constant thing – an out of work actor!”

Outside the soup kitchen in Brune St where Harry came with his mother at the age of four

At the former Jewish Board of Guardians in Middlesex St

Harry as Private Rabin in “A Hill in Korea,” 1956

Harry Landis

15 Responses leave one →
  1. James Harris permalink
    May 10, 2019

    The fabulous Harry Landis. I wish that article could have been 10 times as long.

  2. Josie permalink
    May 10, 2019

    I loved the story of the rise of Harry Landis. Thanks

  3. May 10, 2019

    Wonderful life story. Wish there were more access routes the acting profession today – research shows that it is woefully sparse.

  4. May 10, 2019

    I said to myself who’s he, then i recognised him in black.white photo , pity i cant remember what he took part in

  5. May 10, 2019

    Wonderful & elegant Harry Landis. What a grest article.

  6. May 10, 2019

    Thank you – another fascinating article. My memories of the East End is 20 years on.
    Arnold Wesker is one of my favourite playwrights of the period. He wrote about the people we were (are!).
    At school (Cowper Street) we performed Wesker’s Chicken Soup with Barley. Still the best description of the Battle of Cable Street. I played Dave Simmonds – all fired up and ready to fight in Spain.
    Thanks to Harry Landis for his wonderful memories.

  7. May 10, 2019

    This was so evocative. My parents met at Unity – Mona Blane (nee Blank) and Ralph Clive. As did my step mother Doris Levenson/Abrahams. I wonder if Harry remembers them.

  8. Mike S permalink
    May 10, 2019

    A wonderful character actor – I remember him from so many parts.

  9. May 10, 2019

    Oh Harry Landis. Now if honours meant anything it would be Sir Harry! Not just for those fabulous roles in the 1950’s but for his work in” the Unity Theatre. but not much chance now . Just overheard In the echelons of power “Unity Theatre whats that? He was always true to his principles and a man that I admire.

  10. Clive permalink
    May 10, 2019

    Now nationally celebrated as the outrageous Mr Morris – and about time, too!

  11. Lesley Maloney permalink
    May 10, 2019

    I’m a South London girl by birth and although my parents moved our family to Surrey over 30 years ago, I’m still a Londoner in my heart. Your story is very touching, I loved the fact that your Mother was such a generous woman, that you had people around you to encourage you to do what you loved but felt sad you missed out on a flat in the former soup kitchen!

  12. Tony M permalink
    May 10, 2019

    Excellent story again, GA. I see that Harry was on stage with the amazing Rita Tushingham – one of my favorite actresses of the 60’s.

  13. May 10, 2019

    Harry had a good shop steward. He still has natural talent, humour and charisma. Thanks for featuring this wonderful man.

  14. Louise permalink
    June 3, 2020

    I was watching “Friday Night” last night and was trying to explain to my sister who Mr Morris was played by. I said he was in loads of films, Jewish man, had a really pretty face when he was young, and black curley hair, cockney, like us…Harry something she replied, begins with L, Lewin..Levine..anyway, I searched and it was Landis. Thank you Harry for being one of the first people in years on a British sitcom to make me really laugh, you are amongst the cream of British acting, and your story adds a very touching insight into the poverty and hardship of the East End during WW2.

  15. Ricardo permalink
    September 14, 2022

    I would sometimes see Harry in spitalfields & have a chat with him.
    He was a lovely man who l recognised from lots of films & tv. Im sad to hear of his passing-l will remember him as a mensch who l loved to see & say hello. Be well-Shalom Harry.

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