Trevor Howard is virtually the whole show in Sir Henry at Rawlinson End. He plays an eccentric-to-the-point-of-insanity nobleman whose love affair with the bottle is a long standing source of family embarrassment.
Surreal entertainment at its most frivolous and at times ribald. An excellent fair of the ridiculous. A subtle dream-like escapade into incoherency, yet absolutely enjoyable for the combination of its subtlety and its roughness. Truly should not be missed. An overlooked gem!
"As a child, Hubert was unusual. In his adolescence, during the summer, in a northerly direction parallel to the earth's axis, he would throw himself naked onto the lawn - and with that loathsome bluey roman clock-face tattooed about his private parts - think about Jean Harlow Very hard and from the shadow cast, tell the time with remarkable accuracy." What took so wrongly long to watch this cranky horse luffta fête?