Bons baisers de Liverpool

Frank Clarke is my favourite writer of British Films (Letter To Brezhnev, Blonde Fist, and I have just found out The Fruit Machine.) The film is set in Modern day working class Liverpool, where two friends Teresa (the one and only Margi Clarke) and Elaine (Alexandra Pigg) hit the town one night and meet two Russian Sailors. Elaine falls head over heels in love and when the sailors set sail Elaine writes a letter to president Brezhnev of Russia regarding her love and the need to see him again as she believes she is being prevented by the British authorities. It is not however a soppy love story, fast paced and again quite true to working class life in Britain in the 1980's. A Film Four production again, who have made the best low budget British Films of the last twenty years.

Theresa and Elaine are out on the town, they bump into two Soviet sailors Sergei and Peter. After spending the night together, Teresa spends a wild night with Sergei, whereas Elaine and Peter form a much deeper attachment. Unfortunately for Peter and Elaine, their ship is only docked in Liverpool for one night.

I have to start by saying I utterly love this film, it is totally enchanting, it's moving, funny, wonderfully poignant, and gives a window to 1985, culturally and politically.

The music is fabulous, very eighties, but wonderfully in keeping with the tone and emotion of the film. The acting is glorious, Margi Clarke and Alexandra Pigg are sensational.

Liverpool makes a fabulous backdrop, it looks amazing, particularly on the ferry crossing. It does help that I love the place. This film deserves to be a lot bigger and hold cult status.

Superb 10/10

set in 80`s Liverpool...the best love story since Romeo and Juliet,far from being sloppy,more in-your-face,honest truth from two Scouse lasses on a night out...they run into a couple of Russian sailors on a one-night pass and two fall in love during that night.. but he has to leave on his ship the next day....she encounter red tape by the mile in her attempts to visit him in Russia...so she goes straight to Mr.Brezhnev himself for help......hilarious,gritty,sad...and you will be smiling by the time the credits roll....

Margi Clarke is on smashing form here as the gobby Liverpudlian lass ("Teresa") who, together with her pal "Elaine" (a strong performance from Alexandra Pigg), is out on the town hoping to fleece some well heeled punters. They are doing ok on that front - even if they have to do quite a bit of running - when they encounter "Peter" (Peter Firth) and his mate "Andrei" (Alfred Molina) who have a night of shore leave from their Soviet ship. "Teresa" and "Peter" immediately click and after their few hours together, sans sex, they declare their undying love and determination to meet again. How might this happen, though? They are thousands of miles apart and she hasn't tuppence to rub together. Her plan: write to President Brezhnev. His reply: an invitation to visit and a plane ticket. Can she go, will she go, is it all just a daft pipe dream? Whether they do or not is actually quite incidental to the story. It's a whirlwind romance presented to us in a whirlwind fashion that just oozes character. Firth isn't the most versatile of actors, he is a bit one-gear I think, but here that serves as the perfect foil for the brassy, sassy Clarke who provides for an entertaining persona that us Celts can appreciate easily. It's dated, sure, but somehow this love story with a bottle of vodka thrown in still works fine.

Ah, but if only it were realistic. Because if anyone knows anything about the way the Soviet Union dealt with sailors in those days, the regime would never have let these two guys go off by themselves on shore, not even for a short while. I hope no one has to explain to you why. And even if this sweet young thing did get her chance to get a letter through to Brezhnev, he would surely be wondering how this sailor was able to free himself long enough to get into this situation in the first place, and I can tell you he wouldn't like it — even if the propaganda value might otherwise be useful.

But of course, romantic notions of life in the Soviet Union were not exactly rare at the time — especially, perhaps, in a very depressed place like Liverpool in the '80's. I wished Elaine luck, but it's kind of like watching one of those old Science Fiction movies and hoping the aliens and the earthlings can learn how to get along, because you know that in real life you don't really have to or get to.