Step forward John Patterson.
foresee teenagers watching Brief Encounter and whispering confusedly among themselves, "What is wrong with these people?" and "Is he gonna make his move or what?"
Yet there is a problem with Patterson even beyond this lazy journalism. He writes:
What a sorry, retrograde, inward-looking, cliche-driven sense of nationhood is laid before us by their choices ... Lists like this explain why foreigners make better British movies than the British themselves.
There is, in truth, no such thing as an uninteresting British film. Every one will reveal something enlightening, whether it is the social attitudes or merely the street scenes.
Take Clash by Night, the very B-picture thriller from that I wrote about the other day. Here there was not the slightest hint that the sixties were about to swing. There was nothing in the movie that would have been out of place if it had been made in the 1930s.
In its way, Clash by Night tells us more about the Britain of the 1960s than yet another viewing of Blow-Up or Performance ever could.
Thanks to D'log.