Must See Vintage Films: Two for the Road (1967)

1960s, albert finney, audrey hepburn, films, Foale and Tuffin, jacqueline bisset, ken scott, mary quant, Paco Rabanne

My most recent Lovefilm rental was a film I’ve been dying to see for years: Two for the Road starring Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney. I can safely say that it did not disappoint and I remain baffled as to why it wasn’t more successful at the time, or why it hasn’t been re-evaluated as a classic in the years since. I suppose it is mainly a lack of familiarity; when was the last time it was shown on’t’telly?

One reviewer explained the possible contemporary drawback that Audrey Hepburn was a much more established Hollywood star in 1967, and someone like Albert Finney would have seemed a terrible upstart to have equal billing opposite her. It doesn’t help that his character is a dominant, aggressive, opinionated Alpha male, and she is as delicately beautiful and softly spoken as always. That isn’t to say that her character is a washout, far from it, but in analysing a marriage across its entire lifespan, you will certainly see the worst sides of both parties. And the phrase ‘a bit of an arse’ was created precisely for a man like Mark Wallace.

The rhythm of the film is deliciously undulating and swervy, which is dictated by the fact that it is a road movie and that it switches between several different time periods through its entirety. You see how the couple first meet, how they fall in love, how they survive youthful poverty, pregnancy, the changing fortunes of their lives (and how these, perversely, make them unhappier), their dalliances, how they seem to be falling out of love. In fact, it shows every nuance of a complex relationship in snippy vignettes from several holidays, each involving a long journey across France. You never see their home, but you really don’t notice and certainly don’t need to.

It is also notable for Hepburn’s wardrobe, which is provided by a host of swinging young designers (Foale and Tuffin, Mary Quant, Paco Rabanne, Ken Scott etc…) and perfectly places each time period. You know where you are when her hair is long, and her beatnik jumper is red, or when her hair is perfectly coiffed into a Vidal Sassoon cut and her clothes are mod perfection.

You’ll laugh, if you’re anything like me you’ll cry, and you’ll fall ever more in love with Audrey and Albert. There’s even an early Jacqueline Bisset appearance. Definitely a ‘must see’, in my opinion.

Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)

1960s, british boutique movement, bus stop, chrissie shrimpton, donald sutherland, films, Geneviève Waïte, joanna, michael sarne, smashing time, suki poitier, the jokers

Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
The first I knew of Joanna was when I happened upon the soundtrack LP in a record shop in Norwich. Don’t even get me started on my idiocy in not buying it*. I was transfixed by the front cover, the synopsis and the fact that it has Donald Sutherland in it. Why had I not seen this before? Thankfully, Mr Brownwindsor was on the case and managed to find a copy for my birthday**.

Geneviève Waïte plays the title character (she would later release an album called Romance is on the Rise, and marry John Phillips after he split from Michelle) and the film was written and directed by Michael Sarne, occasional actor, pop singer and ex-husband of Ghost founder Tanya.

Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)

To say it’s an odd film, is to say the least. But odd in that perfect, no-need-to-make-sense kind of way that so many late Sixties films are. Better than Candy but probably not as downright amazing as, say, The Jokers or Smashing Time.

Waïte’s clothes were specially designed by Sue West and Virginia Hamilton-Kearse and were then sold through the Paraphernalia boutique in New York. There’s definitely something quirky and unique about them, almost beyond what you expect for the period. They remind me of Foale and Tuffin, Quorum, Betsey Johnson etc, but have more of a homemade and eccentric ‘costume’ feel to them which is a good match for the character of a young art student.

I can see why Waïte never really continued with much in the way of acting, since I suspect that the role of Joanna was really not very far from her own personality. She’s cute, eccentric and ditsy, but with a healthy dose of logic and sense.

As with so many films of this style and era, it’s well worth watching for the exterior shots of London and Joanna throws up a rare treat: the girls take a ‘shopping’ trip to Bus Stop where the rails are soon raided and no money is spent. Utterly brilliant.

I don’t think my screengrabs even begin to do it justice, but I hope they give you a good taste of what you might expect from the film. The outfit changes are relentless, her facial expressions ever-changing, and the locations are stunning. I’ve also captured what I’m fairly sure are uncredited cameos by Suki Poitier and Chrissie Shrimpton. Enjoy!

*I went back two years later and it was still there! This time, dear reader, I bought it…

** It has subsequently been given a gorgeous release by the BFI. Which always seems to happen when we’ve finally found a dodgy copy of something we were desperate to see. Psychic but annoying BFI…

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Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)

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Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
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Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)

Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)

Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)
Must See Vintage Films: Joanna (1968)

RIP Angela Scoular

1960s, angela scoular, barry evans, films, here we go round the mulberry bush

I can’t even begin to imagine the pain she must have been going through.

I thought she was utterly adorable in Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush (and On Her Majesty’s Secret Service) and thought I’d post a few stills in tribute. It’s well worth watching, if you haven’t already, although now doubly tinged with sadness (if you don’t know the Barry Evans story, click here).

La Peau Douce

films, François Truffaut, Françoise Dorléac, hair, la peau douce, sixties

A wonderful Valentine’s Day trip to the NFT to see François Truffaut’s La Peau Douce has really done nothing constructive to abate my current hair dissatisfaction. I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it many times more, I want Françoise Dorléac’s hair. I know she must have had assistance from clever stylists and plenty of extra hair added, it’s a continuity nightmare, but still. I want.

A brilliant film, highly recommended. It’s on until the 17th February and is also available on DVD.














Monsieur Le Stud

haute naffness, joan collins, lps, roxy music, the stud, the sweet

A few weeks back I discovered the soundtrack album to The Stud in a charity shop in Hove. At a mere £1, and featuring my beloved Sweet and Roxy Music, I couldn’t resist.


I was also entertained to discover an advert on the inner gatefold for ‘Monsieur Le Stud’, a range of aftershaves etc with a brilliant description of what the pong must have been like….

Legendary are the powers attributed to musk and ginseng from which the fragrances of life and love have been extracted. Now in union, carefully balanced and blended with essences from exotic flowers, mosses and herbs to create a pleasing distinctive masculine fragrance.

We warn you that wearing ‘Monsieur Le Stud’ can be very demanding.


Some things never change, do they? Wanky perfume descriptions and novelty perfumes least of all. Saying that, I am now somewhat desperate to find a bottle to give to M. So if anyone comes across it, and can bear to part with it, please do let me know!

Now I don’t like to cast aspersions upon Monsieur Le Stud but I suspect that it might be a little overpowering, so you might need to open a window. Which brings me to Sweet’s ‘Love is like Oxygen’, as featured on the soundtrack. I need no excuse to post Sweet videos, really, but I thought I would make the effort…

Must See Vintage Films: Ma Nuit Chez Maud

bfi, eric rohmer, films, Françoise Fabian, My night with Maud, sixties


If you’re in or around London, and you like a bit of subtitling and high-brow theology (Honestly! Who doesn’t?), then I would highly recommend heading over to the South Bank and seeing My Night With Maud by Eric Rohmer at the BFI (or around the country in selected cinemas). I do so enjoy the South Bank on a Sunday; why on earth so few people seem to have worked out that you can have a lovely time south of the river I really cannot understand. Terrific food, drink, culture and it’s so [relatively] peaceful there. Which is mainly due to the lack of discovery by north of the river snobs, so I should probably hope that they don’t.

Back to the film, and pretty fascinating it was too. Even if I did end up with a subtitle-headache. Mainly due to the heavy philosophical aspect of the film, but also because it was hard to keep up when you’re so very distracted by the beauty of the eponymous heroine (Françoise Fabian). I have never wished so much for stronger French skills. And for smoking to not be an utterly revolting habit: the French make it look so damned elegant.

It’s almost impossible to write anything approaching a coherent review after one viewing, and to people who haven’t seen it. I certainly wouldn’t wish to spoil anything since it’s certainly the kind of film you benefit from knowing little about before viewing. So I won’t [attempt to write a review]. Just recommend it, very highly.





Cleo, Camping, Bloggers and Pimm’s

bloggers, carry on films, florence, pimm's, wendyB

It’s been a bizarre and lovely few days since I returned from Florence. After a quick return home to sift through emails and post out items, and after a delicious Latte Macchiato (my new ‘thing’) at the highly recommended Belmondo cafe in Orpington, I shuttled myself across South London to Bromley’s very dinky (as the name might suggest) Little Theatre to attend a performance of Cleo, Camping, Emmanuelle and Dick (originally a National Theatre production about, unsurprisingly, the Carry On films). I haven’t been to an am-dram production of anything for a seriously long time, and I was pleasantly surprised.

Despite the heat and the patchy performance (I’m being kind there) from one cast member who-shall-remain-nameless, it was a rather good, clean, fun evening out. The actress playing Barbara Windsor deserves special mention for perfecting Babs’s delightful giggle and for successfully recreating the bikini-popping scene from Carry on Camping.

I was attempting not to recreate such an event on Saturday when Five Bloggers Went Pimm’sing in London.


Wendy, Kate and Margaret have blogged about the event already, and I was brilliantly useless as ever with my lack of camera facilities, so please do take a look at their blogs if you want to see how frazzled I was looking – even with my cut-out Lee Bender sundress. I don’t do heat very well. Pimm’s does a mighty fine job of cooling you down though, as does the great gloomy British pub. Al Fresco? No thank you. I should like a dark, damp corner please…

It was ever so lovely to meet Margaret, Winnie and Disneyrollergirl for the first time, and as delightful (if not more so because there were no irritating children or waiters around this time) as last time to see the lovely Wendy and Kate.

For both these sweaty post-Florence events I managed to completely forget to take my fan. I purchased on my birthday in dizzy desperation, and it was definitely the best €4 I’ve ever spent. The best €2 you could ever spend would be on Florence’s very own black and white photobooth, which is positioned near the Santa Maria Novella train station. It’s nicer if you just ‘happen’ upon it, but you can look these things up online as well. Click the photo to become a ‘fan’ on facebook. A-ha-ha. I am funny.

Les demoiselles de Rochefort

Catherine Deneuve, films, Françoise Dorléac, Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, sixties

I really do love Lovefilm. Watched Les Demoiselles de Rochefort avec Monsieur M l’autre weekend, and instantly fell for the beautiful Françoise Dorléac. I knew (very vaguely) that she had died young, but reading up on it is so horribly sad.

Her premature death, aged 25, in a car crash outside Nice in 1967 (not long after completing Les Demoiselles) prevented Françoise from attaining the international recognition which would, eventually, come so easily to her younger sister Catherine Deneuve. She was as great a beauty and as talented an actress. I must see more!

Les Demoiselles… is a lovely, fanciful film by Jacques Demy about twin sisters who seek fame and love in Paris, if only they can leave Rochefort. Musical numbers abound, none of them overwhelmingly memorable, but enjoyable nonetheless. There’s even Gene Kelly! It’s got that sorbet Sixties feel, similar to something like Summer Holiday, which feels rather outdated for 1967 but seems to work within the deliciously strange world of the film.

I also rather enjoyed the clear referencing of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, a clip of which I have placed at the bottom of the post. Enjoy!

I will do a proper picture spam of Françoise later…







Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven

1960s, films, michael caine, peter sellers, pierre cardin, shirley maclaine

Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times SevenThis really perplexed me. How you can still come across a film from over forty years ago, which you and most people you know (who happen to be film geeks) have never heard of, featuring a cast list to die for, which then turns out to be pretty damn good? At what point did it blip off the radar?

While certainly not perfect, in that the style of the film can feel somewhat ‘bitty’ and stagey, it’s a wonderful series of vignettes covering various aspects of love and adultery. Starring Shirley Maclaine at her most beautiful, she takes on seven roles with a host of cameos from the likes of Peter Sellers, Alan Arkin, Anita Ekberg and Michael Caine. Costumed by Pierre Cardin, you see a wide range of personas from mousey housewife, to haute couture diva (having an haute couture strop Naomi Campbell would be proud of), to naked interpreter, to grieving widow…. I also have to give some serious kudos to the almighty hairdos by Louis Alexandre Raimon, who also puts in a cameo appearance.

They managed to order the sequences in such a way that keeps your attention, shows Maclaine’s skill and range and, finally, tugs at the heart strings. I wanted more…

Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven
Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven
Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven
Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven
Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven
Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven
Must See Vintage Films: Woman Times Seven

Flashbacks of a Fool: Nice style, shame about the plot.

antony price, bryan ferry, films, flashbacks of a fool, janice wainwright, roxy music, seventies fashion

I’ve signed up to LoveFilm in an attempt to cut down the amount of DVDs I seem to accumulate. It’s also frustrating to take a gamble on a film you might not like, or feel the need to watch more than once. As if to prove why this was a good plan, my first film was Flashbacks of a Fool – which Paul Gorman mentioned recently because there’s a Janice Wainwright piece in it (although, strangely, it’s worn by Keeley Hawes in the modern section of the film…but hey-ho!). I had felt a desire to see it at the time, what glam-rock-loving person wouldn’t? But it didn’t have great reviews, and I just sort of forgot. As I so often do.

It’s stylish, no doubt about it. And well worth watching for this reason. Antony Price gear (in his Che Guevara days), a replica of the BryanGod’s lustworthy sparkly jacket and this most beautiful section where Ruth and Joe mime to If There Is Something. Her outfit here reminds me of why, every single time I look at the cover of that first Roxy album, I want a wardrobe full of pink and blue satin. And she’s pinched my mantra: “Think…Roxy girl”.

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Flashbacks of a Fool – If There Is Something

But the film really falls down on the very thin premise. There’s little or no real character development and most people seem to have just turned up on set, lines in their head and a lot of exposition to spout (poor Keeley gets the worst of this, as Joe’s sister, but handles it admirably). Emilia Fox is hilariously bad as an American, and as a drug dealer.

Basically, I didn’t want to come out of the Seventies section and then, when we did, I was wondering why the storyline had been so dull. Joe was a wannabe Glam Rocker, fancied a pretty girl, shagged the neighbour instead, ran away for 25 years (early Seventies plus 25 years equals late 1990s….so I haven’t got the foggiest why they were, apparently, setting it in 2008) and returns home, only to mooch around a bit looking moody. Yes, yes, Daniel Craig has built a career on that, but it’s not enough for this film. Is he really a changed man by the end? It’s a remarkable volte-face if so, and not really justified by anything we see or hear.

I didn’t feel particularly connected to any of the characters, and the locations were very peculiar. If you’re trying to connect to the nostalgia in your audience, why on earth set it in a location where very few people would have lived (I think it must be an Essex estuary….but who the hell knows?). Yet it was almost trying too hard at other points, tugging at the nostalgia strings, such as the whole ‘choose between Ferry and Bowie’ conversation and the artfully ‘placed’ posters of The Sweet (et al) in the background.

Top marks for costume design and music choices; everything else gets a B-. Must try harder. Go watch Velvet Goldmine. Although I don’t know why I’m surprised, given the hefty involvement of all those White Cube gallery-types. I know glam rock was all about the ‘image’, but this film just demonstrates how even the glam image and sound was full of soul. Modern art and ‘style’ gurus can only fantasize about such things. If you’re signed up to LoveFilm, definitely try it on for size. If nothing else, you can ogle the clothes and Daniel Craig.