Watched this evening for the first time in decades;
The Triple Echo remains a wonderful piece of British cinema with a bucolic English landscape cast as the back drop to a tale of moral ambiguity and brooding sexual tensions. Its powerful storytelling, subtly played by some of our finest actors of the day. Seeing it again now after all these years and realising that it is still every bit as good as the vague memory recalled, makes me appreciate what excellent taste I had as a kid but it also makes me wonder where it developed from? Something to ponder upon in another post, perhaps.
Steve