The BFI of course has plenty to answer for and will, presumably, be handed a hefty tab in the next world but meanwhile there are those who may well enquire legitimately what it thinks it's doing promoting fodder like this on its own label. At best this is a ho-hum effort by a journeyman director and hardly deserving of a booklet to analyse its so what storyline, a staple back in the late sixties/early seventies, and boost its mediocre at best writer/director Gerry O'Hare. About the best that can be said for O'Hara is that at least he isn't Terence Davies, another non-talent the BFI in their wisdom have chosen to deify. The three principals, Judy Carne, Tom Bell, Olivia Hussy, are up in their lines and don't bump into the furniture, which seems to be all O'Hara requires of them.
Review of All the Right Noises
