This is a relatively short film (Ken Russell's first), but it is just the right length for the audience to get to know the inhabitants of the house that is seen being destroyed both at the beginning and end.
The housekeeper introduces everyone in her own idiosyncratic way, and soon after (at least as soon as they wake up) the tenants recount their livelihoods - as brief as it may be we are still able to relate to their eclectic individualities, and thereafter we are bound to end up with a feeling of sad resignation as the house is pulled down, and along with it the characters soon disappearing.
It is about lives that may, and have existed - the little intricacies, and introspection that so often is lost to history. How people, both at the beginning and end of their lives, see the world through a little corner somewhere in London.
The housekeeper introduces everyone in her own idiosyncratic way, and soon after (at least as soon as they wake up) the tenants recount their livelihoods - as brief as it may be we are still able to relate to their eclectic individualities, and thereafter we are bound to end up with a feeling of sad resignation as the house is pulled down, and along with it the characters soon disappearing.
It is about lives that may, and have existed - the little intricacies, and introspection that so often is lost to history. How people, both at the beginning and end of their lives, see the world through a little corner somewhere in London.
