45 Years

I most admire Haigh’s use of golden oldies, including era-appropriate selections picked by Kate to play during their party, that provide telling yet unobtrusive commentary.

...it borrows not just a premise and passages of sharp dialogue from its source material, but also the barbed efficiency of the short-fiction format...

Music, too, is terrifying: old tunes with intense associations will occasionally come on the radio – songs that must either be loyally sung and danced along to, or firmly turned off.

...a brilliantly modulated character study of lives thrown off-kilter by a slowly expanding secret.

There’s no room to hide, and Courtenay and Rampling are at the top of their game throughout, drawing us into their hopes and fears even as we watch them from a distance.

...ett lågmält men under ytan brutalt och bittert äktenskapsdrama som tål att mäta sig med verk av europeiska mästare från Fassbinder till Todd Haynes.

...en av de mest exakta och otäcka berättelser man kan ta del av kring äktenskapets gråzoner och halvsanningar...

Rampling evner fabelagtigt at formidle modsatrettede følelser på samme tid i rollen som konen, hvis grasserende jalousi giver hende dårlig samvittighed...