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It's 70 years since the train at Milford junction billowed out clouds of repressed emotion and unshed tears, the compressed decency of a brief encounter. It's the film that for many remained the ultimate screen expression of unrequited love, the purest, of course, since never truly tested, as if captured in amber. For its 70th birthday, the film's reappearing in cinemas, accompanied by tea dances all the way from Penarth Pier to a community centre in Ayrshire. It's so British, understated. The critic CA Lejeune writing in the Observer in November 1945, described it as one of the most emotionally honest and deeply satisfactory films that have ever been made in this country. I doubt very much if it will be generally popular. It represents a confidence so utterly frank that few people will be simple enough to accept it is true. In 1946, Brief Encounter won the top prize at Cannes. It was nominated for three Oscars, including Best Director for David Lean. But as the years went by, it's also endured ridicule. So implausibly genteel, so apparently stranded in class and time, even a loving ludicrous Victoria would parody. But despite the parodies in the anachronisms, despite social and sexual upheaval over the decades, the memory and mood of Brief Encounter still attract some 50,000 people every year to visit the refreshment room at Carnforth station in Lancashire, which served as the film's trysting place, Milford junction. | 
发表于 2016-11-10 18:50:54