Glenda Jackson once again proves to be the British equivalent of Bette Davis--in fact, "The Triple Echo" might have been an ideal vehicle for Davis had it been produced two decades earlier. In 1942 Wiltshire, a farm woman mourning the capture of her husband by the Japanese befriends a young soldier passing across her land; after several visits, they become intimate and he decides to go "over the hill," but their affair is complicated by his being cooped up, hiding in the house all day. What's more, she has dressed him in her clothes and begins telling the people in town that her sister is now staying with her. Maddening story begins as jaunty fare, takes a turn into melodrama and ends on a tragic note, with the young soldier now in full drag and fending off the advances of a randy tank sergeant. Jackson retains her stubbornly sensible dignity, even when the plot goes off the rails. She's a decent, forthright, romantic-minded woman, a salt-of-the-earth type who can be mother, big sister and lover at different intervals. As the pushy sergeant who won't take no for an answer, Oliver Reed has a one-note bullying role, and director Michael Apted never steps in to scale him back. ** from ****
Review of The Triple Echo
