Smashing Time (1967)
Country: GB
Technical: col 96m
Director: Desmond Davis
Cast: Rita Tushingham, Lynn Redgrave, Michael York
Synopsis:
Two northern girls arrive in London, hearts filled with high hopes and heads full of pop music. They get their money stolen, meet a fashion photographer and an impresario, are separated and reunited, before deciding the big city is not for them.
Review:
Like some demented sequel to Girl with Green Eyes, this is one of those 'red London bus' films Alan Parker used to talk about, and must be odds-on favourite as one of the worst. Full of garish visuals, trite slapstick (custard pie, anyone?) and gurning from the two actresses, it is as if Davis had chosen to outdo Malle's Zazie dans le métro in vitality, inconsequentiality and, yes, irritability. He succeeded.
Country: GB
Technical: col 96m
Director: Desmond Davis
Cast: Rita Tushingham, Lynn Redgrave, Michael York
Synopsis:
Two northern girls arrive in London, hearts filled with high hopes and heads full of pop music. They get their money stolen, meet a fashion photographer and an impresario, are separated and reunited, before deciding the big city is not for them.
Review:
Like some demented sequel to Girl with Green Eyes, this is one of those 'red London bus' films Alan Parker used to talk about, and must be odds-on favourite as one of the worst. Full of garish visuals, trite slapstick (custard pie, anyone?) and gurning from the two actresses, it is as if Davis had chosen to outdo Malle's Zazie dans le métro in vitality, inconsequentiality and, yes, irritability. He succeeded.
Country: GB
Technical: col 96m
Director: Desmond Davis
Cast: Rita Tushingham, Lynn Redgrave, Michael York
Synopsis:
Two northern girls arrive in London, hearts filled with high hopes and heads full of pop music. They get their money stolen, meet a fashion photographer and an impresario, are separated and reunited, before deciding the big city is not for them.
Review:
Like some demented sequel to Girl with Green Eyes, this is one of those 'red London bus' films Alan Parker used to talk about, and must be odds-on favourite as one of the worst. Full of garish visuals, trite slapstick (custard pie, anyone?) and gurning from the two actresses, it is as if Davis had chosen to outdo Malle's Zazie dans le métro in vitality, inconsequentiality and, yes, irritability. He succeeded.