Private Road

Deliciously handsome, Bruce Robinson, plays affable, dilettantish author, Peter, who quite understandably falls for the adorably timid, emotionally frail pixie, Ann (Susan Penhaligon), and their sweetly tumultuous relationship, fraught with obtuse parental meddling, financial woes, erotic exultation, and naïveté makes for compelling cinema, this uniquely photogenic pair are one of the more charming screen lovers! Private Road is a delicate, witty, playful, earnestly romantic film; a memorable, smartly written love story told without sentimentality, replete with engaging, naturalistic performances, pithy dialogue and a refreshingly light directorial touch. It is both a rare and hugely satisfying experience to watch such a humane, emotionally intelligent film dealing so sensitively with the exquisite travails borne of nascent love as the eminently lovable Private Road.

The enervating conflicts between, Ann's reserved, controlling, conservatively middle-class family, along with boyfriend, Peter's profound anxiety over his best friend, Stephen's (Michael Feast) disturbing drug addiction, and his own mounting frustrations regarding the crass, innate emptiness of copywriting, plus his pronounced lack of ambition has lost none of its tender pathos. Gifted filmmaker, Barney Platts-Mills nuanced follow-up to cult classic Bronco Bullfrog (1969) vividly remains no less enthralling seen today than upon its initial theatrical release in 1971. Wholly deserving of its status of forgotten mini-masterpiece, if the colour palate were, perhaps, a little cooler, originating from navel-gazing Scandinavia, 'Private Road' may well have been unearthed a little sooner! The meticulous BFI restoration is sublime, images are sharp, colours are warmly appealing, soundtrack is perfectly crisp, and the two exciting bonus shorts are most welcome additions!

Is one of the best films i have seen in a long time. I felt like my kidneys were being squeezed in opposite directions; what a laugh! As a Withnail fan i was amazed to see Bruce's performance. What an all rounder. A film full enough of greatness that i wanted to undo my belt and fall asleep on the sofa. Platts-Mills, give me more.? What's happened to him? and Susan Penhaligon. Why have artists such as these not blossomed into view and been able to create more of such richness. I was delighted to see Presburger and Powel star Katheline Byron. Puts this film squarely into the deserved lineage of great British movies. I recommend this film greatly. Get out and see it.

Director was in attendance for this one, interesting guy, stopped making films in the 70s but recently started again, and will release "Zohra: A Moroccan Fairy Tale" this year, having been convinced that there are now acceptable distribution routes for his work so that he can make enough money from it. Shh don't mention the m word Barney! Another pretty much unknown British director has his work resurrected by the Edinburgh film festival, most famous for his movie Bronco Bullfrog (1969) a film about skinheads.

It fits into the post-the-Wave theme of the festival well, although initially it seems quite otherwise. A young writer, Peter, who is very cool and dismissive of dad and all that word represents, sum total of the stodgy prudish corporate world of the post-war generation. He lays a dopey but pretty publisher's assistant and they have a great time together, he's like firecrackers, but not scary, defo weaving the right magic for her. Artist status and a clown, and pretty, yeah he's been dealt a royal flush in the romance stakes. Anyway the two of them think they are Belmondo and Karina, and above everything, and head off to the Scottish highlands. He soon discovers though that life requires some discipline, even the life of an artist, and the radical invention that they've come up with, their silly lackadaisical Bohemian life starts to become a credit card that they can't finance.

The initial hate figure of Mr Halpern (Ann's father) gradually comes to be seen as someone who has everyone's best interests as heart. The film develops well and is very very natural. In the end it's about friendship and how having real friends is the most important possession you can have, how they get you through the hard times.

The acting is very good and Platts-Mills seems to have encouraged everyone just to act themselves. It all comes off superbly, he shoots without artifice, yet cleanly and efficiently, and with some kind of a spartan beauty, very natural.

Highly intelligent and realistic fare, seems totally shocking that this has fallen by the wayside. Platts-Mills films are available via his personal website.

Up-and-coming short story writer Peter (Bruce Robinson) meets pretty young secretary Ann (Susan Penhaligon) at the publishing house. Shunning her rather old-fashioned parents, Ann begins an intense love affair with Peter and the two seem to spend all their time together. Peter's laid back lifestyle and bohemian friends seems to appeal to Ann, who has been raised in mainly middle-class surroundings. The two head off to the country where they seem to grow bored of each other, and Ann gets pregnant. Peter doesn't really care about the novel he's been told to write but is forced to get a steady job to support the unborn child.

If my description doesn't exactly grip you with it's exciting synopsis, I don't blame you. Private Road is really as laid back as its young characters. It's the kind of film which will disappoint if you're expecting a straight-forward beginning, middle and end - but, if you allow what plays out just to wash over you, then it's profoundly moving, sweet, and funny. I don't usually take to bohemian types, but Bruce Robinson's (writer of Withnail & I and The Killing Fields) natural charm, and the lack of self-awareness that plagues the Facebook generation warmed me to the characters.

One film that Private Road really brought to mind was Harold And Maude. Although it's not as blatantly comic or quite as dark, the film does have a subtle comic undertone that plays out throughout, usually in the conversations between Peter and his friend Stephen (played by the brilliant Michael Feast). It almost has a feel of Withnail & I (without being quite as clever). It also has a serious note when Stephen becomes a heroin addict, played with an amazing realism by Feast. The naturalistic wordplay and the nice soundtrack add up to make this the only BFI Flipside release that I've really enjoyed. Recommended!

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London lovers engage adulthood when they decide to share space, he (Robinson) an aspiring but "undisciplined" writer of esoteria, she (Penhaligon) a listless office girl showing flair for the physical arts. The motifs and year of release announce the style (realism), yet, Platts-Mills (d / s-p) tells viewers precious little about where we came from to get where we start (vagaries). Clarity comes as the principals get down to business, i.e., sex, finances, getaways, 3rd party plots and the unexpected. Ann and Peter are gentry, quite attractive and spoiled rotten, he commited to love but has an immaturity (rude to parents, agent) that can't possibly support his supposed talent (See also; Almost Famous), while blondie, simple at first, after coupling turns impish, then practical, prodding Peter's penmanship, giving great hugs, eating with élan (Barker-Mill) (camera) and making a decision on personal autonomy that even today's film makers haven't the wherewithal to storyboard. The leads will endear but it's the support who give it time to happen. Robert Brown (Bond) and Kathleen Byron, nearly unrecognizable from her sinister Sister Ruth (Black Narcissus), are Ann's dedicated parents (no mention of Peter's), Patricia Cutts is the patient literary agent, Hammond Keogh & Sessions are the advertising employers, better than the kid deserves, and Feast & Fenton the friends in trouble, one on drugs, the other politics. It's Feast & Morrissey who, late in the film, play its best scene, Steven's expression when Henry's comely but cold girlfriend (Howe) turns topic, is priceless, while sharing insights that Peter needs to hear (nix the nuptials). The score is embryotic (everyone was The Beatles) but grows on you, and when it's all over (89m), you'll wish there was more. Should be a cult (3/4).