This gorgeous tinsel fantasy could be seen as a day-glo update of LA JETEE. Here, three aliens, beautiful blondes are sent to Earth to find the recipe for Romantic Love in 48 hours. They ask a whole range of passers-by, presumably famous in a London kind of way (I recognised Richard Jobson and Pam Hogg, and some music person I couldn't put a name to, but nobody else), and are offered all kinds of responses spanning banalities and Marxist-Freudian analyses. All this talk doesn't get them anywhere, and they are in danger of being trapped in that dreaded human condition, loneliness.
The brightness of the colour only makes the cheapness more cheerful, and if dialogue and performances are neccessarily stilted, there is much humour to leaven the philosophy. There is great sadness underneath the fun, and the Candide-like journey of our seeming bimbo heroines reveals stark hypocrisy, exploitation and evasion everywhere they go. London has never looked so strange, though.
The brightness of the colour only makes the cheapness more cheerful, and if dialogue and performances are neccessarily stilted, there is much humour to leaven the philosophy. There is great sadness underneath the fun, and the Candide-like journey of our seeming bimbo heroines reveals stark hypocrisy, exploitation and evasion everywhere they go. London has never looked so strange, though.
