Julie Walters, Rupert Graves, Matthew Walker, Laura
Sadler, Holly Aird, Les Dennis. (R, 100 min.)
Intimate Relations is a dark, depressingly off-kilter black comedy based on "a
true story." In a small village outside of London in 1954, lodger Harold Guppy
(Graves) has come to live in the Beasley household, a strict, prim, and altogether
proper family unit lorded over by the dour and utterly practical Marjorie Beasley
(Walters). While she attends to the daily chores of cleaning the dust from the banister,
doing the laundry, and so on, her handicapped veteran husband Stanley putters down
to the local pub and crawls inside a lager keg. The couple's young daughter Joyce
(Sadler), a not-quite-yet sexually active nymphet, soon takes a liking to Guppy,
a sad young man who is apparently the victim of a bizarre and unhappy childhood.
Joyce isn't the only one, however, who finds the bewildered Guppy attractive. Mrs.
Beasley also lets it be known that her home life lacks certain epicurian facets that
she hungers for, and before you can say obsessive/compulsive, the good Mum has flung
herself into the sack with the dodgy lodger. From here it grows, overtaking Joyce,
Harold, and Marjorie until the lines between romance, lust, and madness blur in a
violent, violet haze, and old Stanley totters drunkenly on the landing, oblivious
to it all. Good old-fashioned English propriety gone off the deep end is what Goodhew
is skewering here and he does it all with an accomplished, rapier wit. Vaguely reminiscent
of some of David Lynch's more surreal works, Intimate Relations never quite steps
full into the twilight zone of rampant imagination, though with its hyperreal colorings
and retro-camp sets, the film stumbles perilously close. It works because it never
quite oversteps these self-imposed boundaries. Do you laugh at this disintegrating
family unit, cry, shriek, or what? It's a rhetorical question, really; you get out
of it what you take in, and while some audience members may be fully shocked at what
ultimately transpires, others may find it all uproarious. As one exiting audience
member mentioned, "It's funny like Spanking the Monkey was" ­ jokes
in the most skillful of hands. Goodhew's taboo-juggling is a minor miracle, as are
the performances by Walters, Graves, and Sadler (who evokes the coquettish pout and
leer of an earlier, less debauched Lolita). Taken as a comedy or nightmare (and in
the end it's a nightmare, surely), it's still a powerful piece of work. Grim work,
indeed, but powerful nonetheless.
3.0 stars
--Marc Savlov
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