A deliciously odd film which somehow catches well the yearnings of young men for (slightly) older women, personified here by John Moulder-Brown and Jane Asher, both caught in a semi-improvised and very natural way.
Loved the little touches, like the corridor where suddenly we see a hand and red paint, or the way M-B hits all the corridor lights and makes them swing, or the little bows between him and hot dog salesman Bert Kwouk.
A film made by a Pole using a German crew, filmed there and in the UK, for a long time unobtainable.
The ending is weird.
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