I love the British New Wave. I really, really do. One of the first films from the era/style that I saw was Tony Richardson’s film The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner from 1962. I saw it on TCM as part of group of films hand-picked by guest programmer Benjamin McKenzie (some day, I’m gonna track him down and talk kitchen sink dramas with him!) and I was blown away by how great it was. Like many of the films in the wave, it’s based on a short story by Alan Sillitoe. Clearly, I need to get to reading his stuff.
Arthur Seaton: I’ve still got some fight left in me, not like most people.
Bert: Not saying you ain’t, but where does all this fighting get you?
Arthur Seaton: Have you ever seen where not fighting’s got you, eh? Like my mom and dad?
Bert: What do you mean? They’ve got all that they want.
Arthur Seaton: They’ve got a television set and a packet of fags, but they’re both dead from the neck up. I’m not saying it’s their fault, mind you. They’ve had their hash settled for ’em so’s all them bloody gaffers can push them around like a load of sheep.
Bert: I’ve seen you in some funny moods, Arthur, I’ve never seen you like this before.
Arthur Seaton: There’s a lot more in life, Bert, than my mom and dad have got.