My eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets today when I read the following passage from Owen Hatherley's brilliant book Militant Modernism. He's describing a scene from "Living at Thamesmead," a 1974 propaganda film directed by Jack and Charmian Saward for the Greater London Council:
"Opening with scenes of the communal lakes turned, seemingly, into Butlins, filled with frolicking children, we move onto a walk through the gigantic estate, soundtracked by a bucolic electro-acoustic ditty that demands reissue on Trunk Records. The couple can't keep their hands off each other: at one point they lie in an embrace on the playing fields. The camera closes in on the girl's red, parting lips, then dissolves. Their traversal of the concrete walkways is at every level sexualised, their fictionalised kitchen-sink romance made symbolic of the appeal of the sparkling, ex nihilo city. Inevitably, the film ends with the couple deciding to move there to raise a family..."
I HAVE TO SEE THIS FILM. NOW.