Perhaps the stage play was a quite different beast, but this seems so much less incisive and interesting than Bennett’s TV work from the seventies and eighties. (And here I abandon my usual default auteurism, focusing on the author and ignoring the director.) It’s a fine enough way to pass a couple of hours, but’s in the end it’s both too contrived and too bland to really satisfy.
by Ian Johnston | Source: 35mm print
16 May 2007 1:35 PM | Submit Comment
