High Season
Original post date: 27 May 1987
Rating: ✭✭✰✰
There’ll always be an England. Even if all of England is in Greece on holiday. This amiable, pleasant comedy is one of those delightful, low-key British comedies that seem so urbane and witty because everybody is talking with those neat accents, and just asking for a glass of Scotch sounds like a gem from Noel Coward. The movie stars Jacqueline Bisset, and it’s nice to see her doing some respectable (and very nice) work after all the trash she has done over the years. She plays a photographer who lives on the isle of Rhodes with her adolescent daughter. She has an off-and-on estrangement with her sculptor husband with whom she has irreconcilable artistic differences. Add to the mix a nice old art historian with a nasty little secret, a bumbling, young British agent and his ditsy wife, an energetic young Greek entrepreneur who worships British tourists as the source of his livelihood, and Irene Pappas who is great is his mother: a perpetually mourning widow of a Greek war hero (he died from a fall off a cliff while dancing drunk) who resents all foreign invaders. The characters meet, mix, misunderstand, change partners, and get totally confused in a series of events that are too complicated to explain but which unfold simply and naturally on the screen. It’s sort of a Mediterranean Night’s Comedy. Beautiful scenery, some pretty good laughs, and a touching moment or two.
Rating: ✭✭✰✰
There’ll always be an England. Even if all of England is in Greece on holiday. This amiable, pleasant comedy is one of those delightful, low-key British comedies that seem so urbane and witty because everybody is talking with those neat accents, and just asking for a glass of Scotch sounds like a gem from Noel Coward. The movie stars Jacqueline Bisset, and it’s nice to see her doing some respectable (and very nice) work after all the trash she has done over the years. She plays a photographer who lives on the isle of Rhodes with her adolescent daughter. She has an off-and-on estrangement with her sculptor husband with whom she has irreconcilable artistic differences. Add to the mix a nice old art historian with a nasty little secret, a bumbling, young British agent and his ditsy wife, an energetic young Greek entrepreneur who worships British tourists as the source of his livelihood, and Irene Pappas who is great is his mother: a perpetually mourning widow of a Greek war hero (he died from a fall off a cliff while dancing drunk) who resents all foreign invaders. The characters meet, mix, misunderstand, change partners, and get totally confused in a series of events that are too complicated to explain but which unfold simply and naturally on the screen. It’s sort of a Mediterranean Night’s Comedy. Beautiful scenery, some pretty good laughs, and a touching moment or two.
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