Allegorical delights in the English landscape. Quietly combining lyricism, sexuality and mysticism into a metaphysical delight which seeps under the skin as seductively as the balmy summer afternoon on screen. A film diametrically opposed to all of Clark's other work. It's tragic to note that this was broadcast during peak-time on BBC1, something unthinkable now, both in terms of scheduling and actual production.
"You talk about strikers holding the country to ransom. What are they supposed to do, play cricket? Besides isn’t that what government itself does? And by government I don’t mean those figure heads, who come to us every five years to get their license’s renewed. I mean the manipulators, the fixers, the psychopaths who have real power in the land."
I liked how dream and reality merged together. Serious themes, but light too. I liked the rural slowness, and how our hero was both a guy to feel sympathy for and to dislike. The film itself has a non-hurried pace I quite like. Favourite scene: The road sign being re-painted.
Rudkin's shooting script for this is a joy, the details immense. The periphery schoolboys in one scene who don't get a word of dialogue, have Rudkin in their descriptions, determining future professions for them such as "EVANS: other worldly Renaissance face - will one day be an austere Bishop."