The Fifthy-Seventh Saturday

This guy has a curiously tiny mouth.

This short doesn’t really explain why a knock-out like Frances White would be so desperate to hang on to Ronald Fraser? He’s presented as having no redeeming qualities what so ever.

This is pretty weak. It’s basically a O. Henry story — but ambiguously! — so that it can be All Serious And Stuff.

It’s an elevator pitch padded out to 25 minutes.

Still, the performances are good. It’s better than the last one, but it’s still not actually worth watching.

The Fifthy-Seventh Saturday. Alan Clarke. 1968.

Stella

This is risibly awful. This is like one of those things people point to as being embarrassing TV dramas. Only shorter.

The script is awful beyond belief.

The only redeeming thing here is the actors, who really try to make this happen. They don’t succeed, but they sure work hard.

Stella. Alan Clarke. 1967.