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.
Liz: Well, when’re you going?
Billy: Oh, soon.
Liz: When’s soon?
Billy: Well, as soon as I can manage.
Liz: It’s a bit vague, isn’t it? Why don’t you go now?
Billy: Why? It’s difficult.
Liz: No, it’s not. It’s easy. You get on a train, and four hours later, there you are in London.
Billy: It’s easy for you. You’ve had the practice.