I'm English and left the UK for the USA in 1974 so this was filmed in the year I left.It would be a film made by intellectual snobs for intellectual snobs and if you didn't understand it that was OK. You really weren't meant to get it. This and more like it were made for the critics to devote yards of written critiques about. It's strange to talk of times when profit and bottom lines were not that important but that is what it was like. Superb actors throwing away their talents on horrible films. They were not going to complain it added to their repertoire especially Michael Caine. Does it make for entertainment absolutely not.The film doesn't even have continuity, why would Glenda Jackson run off with the playboy after hating him for so long? It makes not sense. Then we have an enigmatic car scene with Michael Caine who has apparently driven all the way in his Bentley.No Englishman of the era would do that.They would catch a plane to Paris and then a train and taxi. It's like reading a book that suddenly makes no sense, and therefore you stop believing the rest of the book, and wonder why you are wasting your time.That is the crux of this movie
Review of The Romantic Englishwoman
