The Maggie delights with understated humour throughout the 'voyage' of The Clyde 'Puffer' around Scotland's West Coast. The crew endlessly avoids the wrath of a wealthy American as they try to deliver his precious cargo. Like Whisky Galore, but in my mind more subtle and Scots authentic.
Feelgood comedy-drama from Ealing studios, shot around Glasgow and the Hebrides. There's a premise which has been pitched many times, but never better realised. A wealthy American businessman (Paul Douglas) wants to get his modern bathroom furniture to his rustic island retreat. Through a logistics mix-up, the job is snatched by the wily old skipper of a dilapidated steam puffer...
So the stressed yank busts a gut trying to get his luxury goods off the ramshackle steamboat, partly because he doesn't want to be taken for a mug. Naturally, when he spends time on the old wreck, the tycoon re-evaluates his values. Though the story arc isn't as schematic as that suggests. The protagonist was never a monster, and he doesn't become a dupe.
What we mainly witness is the gradual loosening of the grip of modern life. The troubled stranger to the islands only knows conflict. But opening up to his humanity is painful. Which takes a subtle performance from Douglas. The crew is made up of nonprofessional actors, and Alex Mackenzie as the poor, canny captain, and Tommy Kearins as the feisty child are magnificent.
The b&w photography of the old puffer and its crew is impressive, with the shots of the Scottish islands a bonus. As a comedy, it is whimsical rather than hilarious, though there are some classic lines. While the film delivers a huge emotional uplift, it is shrewd and even-handed, which offsets the sentimentality. This feels like it was made with a lot of affection.