I'm not against a slow film, by any means, but this one is dull and slow. Tom Courtenay is an arsehole who constantly goes on about this girl he had a fling with fifty years ago, to wife Charlotte Rampling's growing consternation. At the end they pretend all is well at titular celebration event.
45 years feels like running time, also period of time that will elapse before watching again.
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