I was, of course, twenty-one years younger than I am now when this film was released and I was disinclined to see it because I'd seen Dirk Bogarde in more bad and/or indifferent films than good ones and I had an aversion to Jane Birkin. Having now seen and enjoyed it I am almost certain I would have appreciated it had someone at the time urged me to check it out. For a film in which nothing happens there's a lot going on and the three leads are beyond praise; in one sense this film achieves Oscar Wilde's ambition of writing an entire Act of a three-act play with no action; had Checkov had that same ambition and borough it off the result may well have been something like this beautiful film.
Review of Daddy Nostalgia
