The Bed Sitting Room (1969)

Calificación de los usuarios:

6.4/10   

Director:

Richard Lester

Escritores:

John Antrobus (play)
John Antrobus (screenplay)

Fecha de Lanzamiento:

2 enero 1970 (Alemania Occidental)

Género:

Comedia | Ciencia-Ficción

Frase comercial:

WE'VE GOT A BOMB ON OUR HANDS ( *BOMB - a motion picture so brilliantly funny it goes over most people's heads.)

Plot:

Set in post-nuclear-holocaust England, where a handful of bizarre characters struggle on with their lives in the ruins...

Plot Keywords:

Bed | Cupboard | Parents | Nurse | Bizarre

Premios:

2 wins & 2 nominations

Comentarios de los usuarios:

Milligan's post-apocalyptic fantasy.

Reparto

Rita Tushingham	...	Penelope
Ralph Richardson	...	Lord Fortnum of Alamein
Peter Cook	...	Inspector
Harry Secombe	...	Shelter Man
Dudley Moore	...	Sergeant
Spike Milligan	...	Mate
Michael Hordern	...	Bules Martin
Roy Kinnear	...	Plastic mac man
Jimmy Edwards	...	Nigel
Richard Warwick	...	Allan
Arthur Lowe	...	Father
Mona Washbourne	...	Mother
Ronald Fraser	...	The Army
Dandy Nichols	...	Mrs Ethel Shroake
Frank Thornton	...	The BBC

También conocida como:

Cómo sobreviví a la bomba (Argentina) [es]

Duración:

90 min

País:

UK

Idioma:

Inglés

Color:

Color

Relación de Aspecto:

1.66 : 1

Sonido:

Mono

Clasificación:

Argentina:13 | UK:12 (DVD rating) | UK:AA | USA:M | USA:R (original rating)

Locaciones de Filmación:

Chobham Common, Surrey, England, UK

Compañía:

Oscar Lewenstein Productions

Trivialidades:

According to Ronnie Barker's authorized biography Jack Shepard is dubbed by Barker.

Milligan's post-apocalyptic fantasy.

Richard Lester's directorial career went into nose-dive (at least for a while) after making this film, which was a pity. It's a post-apocalyptic black comedy like no other. Typically British and typically Milligan-ish, with a stunning visual sense.

What I enjoy most about this film is its uncompromising weirdness. It's incredibly inventive, if not particularly funny, and also quite depressing - but it has to be, dealing with the aftermath of nuclear war.

There are some excellent performances from a cast which seems to contain most of the outstanding British comedy talent of the last thirty years (Marty Feldman is particularly fine) and some pointed satire about the British "stiff upper lip", but it's the surreal visuals which stand out, including the remains of a motorway with hundreds of cars half-buried in mud, and an escalator emerging into a landscape almost entirely composed of broken crockery.

A flawed masterpiece.