The DVD has just arrived in the post. It has been a long time coming.
I can remember exactly where and when I saw this film for the first time (on a home-recorded video, Peter Muir's parents' house, Enfield, January 1985) and - in quick succession - the second and third time. Without doubt, it is one of the films that has made the greatest impression on me.
The Alan Price score, Helen Mirren with a glass of champagne high above the London traffic, the pig-boy experiment, Travis being pickpocketed while celebrating human goodness, the grin which spreads across McDowell's face in the closing casting scene ... . Having seen this film nothing in the Thatcher years came as a great surprise. Nor the subsequent legacy.
Why is that gleam in the eyes so familiar? I've just realised ... Tony Blair.
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