This British film starring the talented Alan Bates and Janet Suzman, a titular British actress is not funny; not in the least. I tried to find the humor in the film that it was supposed to have, but it somehow eluded me. Instead, what I saw was a relentlessly depressing film about the parents of a vegetative daughter. Two primary elements of the film were extremely depressing; one was the state of the daughter, and the other was the ongoing romance between the mother and father, who, despite this horrible fate, still found solace in each other's arms. However, that does not qualify as black comedy to me. It only qualifies as a double tragedy. Not only will the child eventually die without gaining consciousness, but the love between Bates and Suzman is also doomed to a premature death. How can anyone find a situation like that funny? Not me.
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