Martyrs of Love

These three dreams of frustration date from the Prague Spring. A clerk is surrounded by sexuality, but he himself never manages to partake. A woman is driven to a country estate full of authority figures; fleeing, she encounters a guitarist on a train, but there the dream ends. A man is beckoned to join a garden party: fun, sex, friendship are on offer. But he has to leave, and can't find the place when he tries to go back. Shot in coal black and bleached white, this is a sympathetic but exasperating mish-mash of Freud, Magritte and old movies, with the justification that, after all, dreams do tend to be just such a mish-mash. Lindsay Anderson glowers on a staircase in the first episode.