Graham Greene’s infamous review of Wee Willie Winkie (1937), starring Shirley Temple

Shirley Temple passed away a little over a week ago. Now that some time has gone by, though, I thought I would take this opportunity to repost a hilarious 1937 review written by Graham Greene of her movie Wee Willie Winkie. Greene, one of the great British authors of the twentieth century — and there were many — wrote with such searing cynicism and shocking innuendo that Temple’s guardians ended up suing him. He was practically forced to leave the country.

This reposting should not be seen as some sort of final dig at Temple shortly after she died. Indeed, it’s more of commentary on the whole Hollywood industry of the child star, which has claimed so many over the years. And in fact, Shirley Temple is one of the very few who did successfully transition into adult life without completely losing it (an all-too-familiar story for child actors who the studios chew up and spit back out).

Many thanks to Angela Nagle for bringing this to my attention, in any case. She writes:

Graham Greene on Shirley Temple’s pedo-y fans and promoters, for which he got in a lot of trouble and had to emigrate. Although I dislike how Greene’s cynical view here has become standard today, his bloody minded writing style is perfection. You can imagine how scandalous this must have been in 1937.


Shirley Temple in Poor Little Rich Girl

Shirley Temple in Poor Little Rich Girl

Wee Willie Winkie

Graham Greene
Night and Day
Oct. 28, 1937

The owners of a child star are like leaseholders — their property diminishes in value every year. Time’s chariot is at their backs: before them acres of anonymity. What is Jackie Coogan now but a matrimonial squabble? Miss Shirley Temple’s case, though, has peculiar interest: infancy with her is a disguise, her appeal is more secret and more adult. Already two years ago she was a fancy little piece — real childhood, I think, went out after The Littlest Rebel). In Captain January she wore trousers with the mature suggestiveness of a [Marlene] Dietrich: her neat and well-developed rump twisted in the tap-dance: her eyes had a sidelong searching coquetry. Now in Wee Willie Winkie, wearing short kilts, she is a complete totsy. Watch her swaggering stride across the Indian barrack-square: hear the gasp of excited expectation from her antique audience when the sergeant’s palm is raised: watch the way she measures a man with agile studio eyes, with dimpled depravity. Adult emotions of love and grief glissade across the mask of childhood, a childhood skin-deep.

It is clever but it cannot last. Her admirers — middle aged men and clergymen — respond to her dubious coquetry, to the sight of her well-shaped and desirable little body, packed with enormous vitality, only because the safety curtain of story and dialogue drops between their intelligence and their desire. “Why are you making my Mummy cry?” — what could be purer than that? And the scene when dressed in a white nightdress she begs grandpa to take Mummy to a dance — what could be more virginal? On those lines in her new picture, made by John Ford, who directed The Informer, is horrifyingly competent. It isn’t hard to stay to the last prattle and the last sob. The story — about an Afghan robber converted by Wee Willie Winkie to the British Raj — is a long way after Kipling. But we needn’t be sour about that. Both stories are awful, but on the whole Hollywood’s is the better.

10 thoughts on “Graham Greene’s infamous review of Wee Willie Winkie (1937), starring Shirley Temple

  1. It’s been some time since I last read a biography of Greene but pretty sure that he didn’t literally have to ’emigrate’ over this piece – even though it led to a libel suit and the closure of the magazine.

    Rather he intermittently travelled to gather material – there being a whole genre of literary travel writing in the 1920s and 1930s which made the names of not just Greene but Evelyn Waugh, Rebecca West, Freya Stark etc – and his 1938 trip to Mexico following on from this scandal formed the basis of The Power and The Glory which was his first really successful novel.

    Just came across this interesting piece on his other film criticism for Night and Day.

    Mentions a 1936 Soviet film We from Kronstadt of which for some reason I’d never heard and will now hunt down – so that’s a result.

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  7. What is remotely hilarious about paedophilic writing such as this? No he shouldn’t have been celebrated – he should have been torched

    • Satire is lost on you, obviously. Greene was CALLING OUT pedophilia by the middle-aged men who “admired” Temple so well, not EXPRESSING pedophilia. I beseech & implore you to gain sophistication sufficient to recognize such a thing.

    • Greene was no pedophile. He was suggesting Shirley’s fans were (note the crack about her admirers being “middle-aged men and clergymen”). He was criticizing the sexualization of children by Hollywood.

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