SPOILERS
It's good to watch a play acted out so well and presented as a film. A change from the CGI and action that spellbinds you with smoke and mirrors. This is about how the world doesn't care about how you feel - its going to keep on moving. Forward backwards or sideways, but it's not stopping for you me or anyone.
The characters are immensely likeable at times and to see 2 elderly couples, who have spent a lifetime together - decades of good times and bad times - indicates true love and respect.
And whilst you're experiencing a sense of how that love feels, you're brought back into the room with a rascist and homophobic tirade that shocks your very core. And then spend the rest of the film being bounced from bigotry to bliss.
When the play was written in 1994 the protanganists were already cockney geezer throw backs. 40 years of living in London and it seems that they had spent the whole time avoiding any social integration. Almost as though their world was as cut off from civilisation as an Amazonian tribesmen. So to then produce this over 25 years later is almost as though they had spent that time on the moon. The 50's dress code seems ironic - almost fancy dress, but then I remembered that their car was an old 1950s classic. They really have struggled to move forward in time, from fashion to food to feelings.
The really easy thing to do here is look at the characters and just despise them. We've gone far past the point when views like theirs go unchallenged, practically moving to a time when they would be stubbed in the street.
It's good to watch a play acted out so well and presented as a film. A change from the CGI and action that spellbinds you with smoke and mirrors. This is about how the world doesn't care about how you feel - its going to keep on moving. Forward backwards or sideways, but it's not stopping for you me or anyone.
The characters are immensely likeable at times and to see 2 elderly couples, who have spent a lifetime together - decades of good times and bad times - indicates true love and respect.
And whilst you're experiencing a sense of how that love feels, you're brought back into the room with a rascist and homophobic tirade that shocks your very core. And then spend the rest of the film being bounced from bigotry to bliss.
When the play was written in 1994 the protanganists were already cockney geezer throw backs. 40 years of living in London and it seems that they had spent the whole time avoiding any social integration. Almost as though their world was as cut off from civilisation as an Amazonian tribesmen. So to then produce this over 25 years later is almost as though they had spent that time on the moon. The 50's dress code seems ironic - almost fancy dress, but then I remembered that their car was an old 1950s classic. They really have struggled to move forward in time, from fashion to food to feelings.
The really easy thing to do here is look at the characters and just despise them. We've gone far past the point when views like theirs go unchallenged, practically moving to a time when they would be stubbed in the street.