![]() ![]() Edward’s bunglingly butterfingered attempt to unzip Florence’s dress leads to an unexpected and somewhat angered outburst of pent up frustration. Throughout the textbook exchanges of conversational pleasantries over dinner, the impending act of physical intimacy hangs over the couple with strained palpability. ![]() Preparing to spend their first night together as man and wife, the nervous couple awkwardly consume watered down wine, a traditional meat and two veg plus a melon slice topped with the obligatory glacé cherry impaled on a cocktail stick. This story’s set in the summer of 1962, with hours old newlyweds Florence (Saoirse Ronan) and Edward (Billy Howle) settling into their seaside honeymoon hotel suite. This evasion of sexual candour is at the suppressed core of Ian McEwan’s Booker Prize nominated novella On Chesil Beach, which sees the author pick up his sixth screenwriting credit. There have been countless depictions over the years of repressed stiff-upper-lipped English folk avoiding rudimentary carnal conversation as though their lives depended on it. The British attitude towards sex has long been a topic of books, films and – well, let’s be honest – almost any art form going. ![]()
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