In July, Andrew Pulver wrote in The Guardian:
The British don’t do art cinema. Social realism is our thing, or period movies, or rom-coms, or satire. That’s the received wisdom, anyhow. You have to narrow your eyes and look back to the 1980s – to the heyday of Derek Jarman, Peter Greenaway, Sally Potter and Terence Davies – to the last time Britain appeared to be fertile territory for art cinema and auteur directors.
Until now. Quietly, with little fuss, and almost no critical fanfare, it looks as though we are in the middle of a British art-cinema bonanza, the like of which we haven’t seen for decades.
And this film is a(nother) confirmation that he was right.
[Read his full article HERE ]
[Overview and reviews HERE ]