Cinema: The Poetry of Wasted Lives

A Taste of Honey (Continental) is a heady pint of bitter drawn from that always-sputtering bung of discontent, the British working class. In the last three years several interesting English movies and two magnificent ones (Room at the Top, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning) have been tapped from the same source. This picture, based on a play by Shelagh Delaney, a Lancashire bus driver's daughter who was 18 when she wrote it, is as good as the best. In her first film script, touched up by Director Tony Richardson, the angry young ma'am displays dramatic drive, concussive humor, a barmaid's ear...

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