Offbeat Black-and-White British Dramas of the Pre-Beatlemania Era Triple Feature:
Serious Charge (1959)
Anthony Quayle is an unmarried vicar. The daughter of the previous vicar aggressively pursues him with amorous intent. (She's terrified of being an old maid at the advanced age of thirty.) Meanwhile, one of the local teenage punks has gotten his girlfriend pregnant and has dropped her like a hot potato in favor of the vicar's sexy French housekeeper. The pregnant girlfriend talks to the vicar about her problem, she rushes out into the street and sees the punk making out with the housekeeper, freaks out and runs right into an oncoming truck that kills her. The vicar confronts the punk, the punk smashes the stuff in the vicar's room and tears his own clothes, accusing the vicar of trying to "interfere" with him. The daughter of the previous vicar happens to come in, and, given her recent rejection by the vicar, is ready to serve as a witness to this supposed attempt at molestation. The vicar becomes a pariah of the community, subject to bricks thrown through windows, poison pen letters, and so on. It's a slow-moving, talky film, revealing its origins as a stage play, but worth a look for daring to deal with these kinds of issues in a frank way. Notable for featuring Cliff Richard in a small role, his first film appearance, singing parts of a few of his hit songs.
A Matter of Choice (1963)
Starts off like a comedy, as a couple of young would-be Lotharios fail to connect with their intended objects of seduction, then go to a jazz club, where they get tossed out by the bouncer. One guy is hungry, so they find a vending machine, but it takes the fellow's money without dispensing his sandwich. They bang on the machine, a cop comes by to see what's going on, an argument breaks out, and the guy accidentally pushes the cop into the path of an oncoming car. Before this happens, we've seen scenes, alternating with the two guys' misadventures, showing a married woman having an affair; she and her lover are the folks in the car. The lover chases the guys, and one throws a brick at him, knocking him out. While the woman talks to the police, claiming she was the only one in the car, the guys take the injured man to the garage of a nearby house, which happens to be where the woman lives. More chaos ensues, as the woman tries to keep the affair secret and the guys wind up tripping the house alarm. This makes it sound like a farce, with all these coincidences and running back and forth, but it really isn't, and it ends tragically. As the narrator of the film said at the very start, trivial choices lead to serious consequences. An interesting example of the randomness of events.
Lunch Hour (1963)
Appropriately, this movie is only sixty minutes long or so. It starts with characters who are credited only as The Man and The Girl arriving at a hotel, where they intend to remain for only an hour, for an obvious purpose. We then get flashbacks as to how they met at the wallpaper company where they both work, and how they developed a romance in brief moments of time stolen from their lunch hours, despite the fact that The Man is married. Back at the hotel, The Man gives the proprietress a long, complex story about how The Girl is his wife, living hundreds of miles to the north because he was transferred to a London office, and that she has arrived here by train, dropping their two children off with their aunt, so they can have an important talk. Here's where things get weird. The Girl demands to hear all the details of this imaginary life The Man made up as an excuse, and the film suddenly goes into that universe. We see the two bratty kids and the nasty aunt that hates The Girl (or maybe I should say The Wife, in this world.) Back in reality (?) The Girl argues with The Man as if they really are married, and if he really did drag her all this way to have a talk. It's a very strange little film.