Here we continue, what will probably eventually become known as, the ill-fated journey of watching each of the British Film Institute’s 100 best films of the 20th Century. Starting at 100 and working my way to Orson Welles’ The Third Man at number 1. I’ll try to keep these blogs relatively spoiler free and I’ll consider them only a small record of moving through this series.
A Saturday evening’s rest was desperately needed after an exhausting day of planning and scheming for a 2017 full of movement and activity. Instead of music at BarKa, I opted for number 86 on the BFI 100 list, the charming 1953 comedy, Genevieve. Having no real interest in cars, not least vintage cars, I didn’t expect I would connect with this movie and in the beginning I didn’t think I would but I saw so much of my parents in the McKim family’s bickering on their road trip that I began to warm to it. As egos between our protagonist and another car owner get bruised, they decide to make the return leg of the London – Brighton veteran car run a race, and high-jinks ensue. Although this isn’t an Ealing comedy, the director and producer Henry Cornelius, is of Ealing pedigree. A bet is made, cars break down, people fall over. It’s all you’d expect of an Ealing comedy, and more.