I have seen this film exactly once, when I was about 15, on television about 35 years ago. It's unforgettable for its searing depiction of the life of postwar Britons of the middle class.
Jim Preston (Quayle) is married to a woman who appears nearly helpless as a housekeeper and could be suffering from chronic depression after the death of a child. The cramped flat where they live is a suffocating mess, cabinets spilling debris, sinks filled with dishes, dustbins crammed, through which his bathrobe-clad wife drifts in a logorrheic, ash-dropping haze. By contrast, the young woman he is infatuated with is elegant and pristine, and their encounters are marked by a tranquility and privacy lacking in his domestic life.
He makes one attempt to break free, causing his wife to decompensate into a hysterically sobbing invalid. His teenage son is fiercely protective of his mother and furiously rejects Preston. His life begins to come apart, and the freedom and love he yearns for slip away. He sinks back into his life, resurrecting his wife, and all goes on exactly as before--only worse.
It was utterly unlike anything I had seen before, completely real, unflinching, passionate and hurtful. The B/W cinematography is done with a dingy look that captures the sooty city perfectly.
This movie should come out on VHS, at least.
Jim Preston (Quayle) is married to a woman who appears nearly helpless as a housekeeper and could be suffering from chronic depression after the death of a child. The cramped flat where they live is a suffocating mess, cabinets spilling debris, sinks filled with dishes, dustbins crammed, through which his bathrobe-clad wife drifts in a logorrheic, ash-dropping haze. By contrast, the young woman he is infatuated with is elegant and pristine, and their encounters are marked by a tranquility and privacy lacking in his domestic life.
He makes one attempt to break free, causing his wife to decompensate into a hysterically sobbing invalid. His teenage son is fiercely protective of his mother and furiously rejects Preston. His life begins to come apart, and the freedom and love he yearns for slip away. He sinks back into his life, resurrecting his wife, and all goes on exactly as before--only worse.
It was utterly unlike anything I had seen before, completely real, unflinching, passionate and hurtful. The B/W cinematography is done with a dingy look that captures the sooty city perfectly.
This movie should come out on VHS, at least.