A movie about six people who are constantly shifting sexual alliances and expect each other to remain calm and polite about it all. This movie really irritated me for the first hour or so, in particular Lee Remick's self-absorbed and extreme flightiness, as well as Richard Attenborough's odious civility. But by the time it was over, I was won over by its offbeat approach and ultimately rather scathing critique of the seeming British need to retain manner and form despite the repulsive behaviour of one's peers. And for me, Claire Bloom steals the film as a morbid anthropologist who looks like she just stepped out of a Modigliani painting.
Review of A Severed Head
