The British Public love sex, right? I mean, what's there not to like? For a country that supposedly is stiff-upped-lipped in the Trousers Department, we seem to like it a Hell of a lot. Which is why the noble BFI's latest presentation of archival material for the masses will undoubtedly be popular - For A) It's about Sex, and B) It gives us the chance to laugh at yesterday's social mores. Ha ha ha, haughty Home County woman's accents talking about "gel's bodies changing", hee hee hee, they're playing hockey and drinking tea with the wife as a metaphor for sex.... This is the Ealing Comedy of anatomy, but there's more to it than just an explicit version of "Brief Encounter".
Some titles such as Martin Cole's "Growing Up" (1971) are harsh, explicit and still shocking to this day - perhaps even more so, as even the most raunchy late night programming shys away from describing the act in such harsh anatomical terms. Other films such as "Her Name Is Ellie; His Name Was Kyle" (1967) utilises grainy Film Noir techniques and advanced storylines to hammer the message home with added syphillitic reference, and "Don't Be Like Brenda" (1973)is "Cathy Come Home" with added misogyny. As the BFI does with it's British Travel Films anthologies, it packages them lovingly as lost art forms and releases them into the public for us to enjoy beyond the usual Frames of Reference. The World these films belong to no longer exists, live with it.
Along with the films of Jeff Keen also released this month, the BFI continues to astound us in these tough times. Highly recommended naturally; just don't expect a straight face.