British classicism continued its vengeful return with this 1981 film by Alan Bridges (The Hireling). All of the required ingredients are there: beautiful photography, luxurious period decor, elegant costumes, respected performers, an honored literary source. Bridges displays them all to advantage, yet it’s precisely the element of “display”—of objects paraded rather than a situation to be explored—that prevents the film from taking any emotional hold whatever. Based on a novel by Rebecca West, it’s the story of an aristocrat (Alan Bates) who returns from World War I suffering from selective amnesia. He no longer remembers his cool, domineering wife (Julie Christie), but only his youthful romance with a tavern girl (Glenda Jackson), now become a frumpy housewife. With Ann-Margret, Ian Holm, and Frank Finlay.