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No comments on this great film?

The two posted reviews are great, however. Captured the film wonderfully.

I'd only add my two pence worth that it also showed how mistakes made when young can reverberate down through the years and grow ever more horrid with the passage of time.

Bernard was a young naive man who thought in his world class didn't matter. But in his world at that time it did--and it appears that ultimately he accepted his mother's biases as they were ingrained him him, too, and wasn't able to rise above his own class consciousness and made his wife pay for that for all their lives.

Bernard in his youth seemed to think that a pretty face was in fatuated with was enough of a reason to last a lifetime.

I cannot imagine a man who was more mature and less infatuated staying with a girl who behaved the way she did at the train station (or earlier in the tea room) with news of his father's death still new.

His father had just died, for heaven's sake. And it was me me me from Jean. Oil and water.

Jean was utterly self-absorbed, horribly insecure and so tone deaf to his grief that she came off completely unsuitable for ANYBODY to marry at that point in her life, until she grew up and became less insensitive.

Match made in hell was what I thought after that train station scene. was! LOL


Watched this fine film last night and appreciated it very much. Difficult to say enjoyed since this is exactly uplifting and the resolution is rather sad.

I think the expression familiarity breeds contempt is very apt here. Interesting that as a young man Bernard is somewhat likable and vulnerable and quite the opposite as a bitter old man. Jean on the other hand is a selfish shallow girl as a young woman and seems like a defeated victim later in life. I found the flashbacks fascinating and beautifully interspersed with the present.

Certainly not a film for many filmgoers today but a rare glimpse of two acting greats, in Jeffries and Ashcroft. I enjoyed watching them in their element. Wonderful performances by the young versions of Bernard and Jean as well. Peter Chelsom's scenes with his Mother played by stage actress, Faith Brook (daughter of Clive Brook).

Seeing Martin Shaw as the smarmy band singer was a real treat too. He's one of my favorite British actors and still lights up the screen 35 years later though he might be unrecognizable in this to fans of Inspector George Gently and Judge John Deed.

I do hope people see this film as it is a great example of great acting and directorial restraint.