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Telegrams and Picnics
It is 100 degrees in India. The film is halfway through its shoot, and the money has run out. Agents in London and Los Angeles begin cabling their clients: stop working; no more scenes until payment clears. Ismail Merchant, the producer whose name shares the logo with James Ivory’s, wakes before the actors, walks down to the hotel desk, and quietly pockets the telegrams so they will never be delivered.
By afternoon, he had exclusive entry to a palace no one in the company could otherwise access, and arranged a lavish picnic on its lawns. Platters of food, cold drinks, laughter bouncing off marble. The crew are still not paid. They are also having the best meal of the shoot.
Years later, costume designer Jenny Beavan recalls being six months pregnant, dressing 150 people with a three‑person team for A Room With A View. She remembers Merchant telling her, half‑joking and not joking at all: “Jenny, I got you your Oscar. Why do I need to pay you?” Anthony Hopkins (and others) would eventually sue the company for hundreds of thousands in unpaid salary.
Jullian Sands and Helena Bonham Carter in A Room With a View. Photograph: Goldcrest Films/Allstar (1985)
What does it mean that some of the most exquisitely sensitive films about constraint and moral courage—films that taught many viewers to notice class cruelty, emotional repression, and the quiet heroism of small acts—were created inside a system that often asked others to keep quiet, endure, and carry on?
Hugh Grant, James Wilby and Rupert Graves in Maurice (1987)
Merchant Ivory is a mid‑scale parable: two names in the company logo; dozens of names tucked below the title; hundreds of others whose work lives only as fabric, light, movement, and memory. Their story is specific, and it is not only theirs.
Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson in Howards End (1992)
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