Darling (1965)
Darling is an adult fairytale about a woman who marries a prince but because this is a John Schlesinger film she doesn't live happily ever. Diana Scott is my favourite Julie Christie role, she's a 1960s cold "It" girl, not as openly malevolent as Meredith (Charlotte Rampling) in Georgy Girl, or as delusionally thick as Yvonne in Smashing Time but still with all the ticks in the right place to score 100% on an "Are you a Sociopath?" test. Superficially charming, impulsive, callous, she'll use you to get to the top, although because this is the 1960s and she's a woman, she's going to get used right back. The film is also an incisive look at the hypocrisy of the world of entertainment and celebrity. Perhaps not topics that require much effort to skewer, and Schlesinger doesn't pull punches. A posh charity dinner, backdropped with images of famine in Africa, has black children dragged up with 18th century wigs serving the food. One of the rich ...