A 1966 made-for-TV musical, Evening Primrose, is a strange and strangely comforting ride through 60s televisual romanticism
Remember days? The ones with a distinct beginning, middle and end? You’d go to work, battle transport, perhaps slip out for lunch. There’d be nocturnal activities. A meal. A movie. A Pinter play.
Nineteen-year-old Ella has been imprisoned so long the colours, sounds and textures of the world outside are dim. Skies “blue as ink, or at least I think”, she sings. “Light and...
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