Europe must have been in existential crisis in 1967. A lot of the early New Wave films were dark affairs. But they also had a playfulness, a joie-de-vivre, and sense of hope. But in 1967 Bresson gives us the tragedy of Mouchette; Godard went apocalyptic in Weekend. Even Rohmer dripped in toxic masculinity in La Collectionneuse. And in the UK, Losey gives us Accident. It is a brilliant, complex but immensely bleak view of the English middle class. If art…
