Last week we saw Le Colonel Chabert (1994), which was pretty good. I've gotten a little tired of Gerard Depardieu's tendency towards scenery-chewing, but he was more restrained here. Then last night we saw Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (1960). I'm not sure I would have recognized Albert Finney if I hadn't seen his name in the credits--we'd just seen him in The Dresser (1983) last week, when he looked pretty old, and awhile ago in A Man of No Importance (1994). It was very reminiscent of The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner (1962), another Tony Richardson/Alan Sillitoe story, and of Tony Richardson's A Taste of Honey.