A Fine RomanceBy Donald Liebenson
As the Jerome Kern-Dorothy Fields standard goes, this is A Fine
Romance, a smart and low-key 1981 British series starring
Oscar-winning Judi Dench and her real-life husband, Michael Williams, as a
mismatched couple. This three-volume boxed set contains the first nine
episodes, in which a comedy of errors keeps linguist Laura (currently
translating a German textbook on urinary infections) and struggling
landscape gardener Michael from hooking up romantically. It is, to again
quote the song, a fine romance with no kisses (at least not until episode
6).
Like Glenda Jackson, Dench excels at portraying prickly women of fierce
intelligence who possess a quick wit and a sharp tongue, and who do not
suffer fools. "I don't have any small talk," she complains to
her matchmaking sister at a party. "Or any medium talk."
Williams has a rumpled Dudley Moore quality as sad-sack Michael,
"the odd single chap for the odd single girl." He is, as one
character notes, "second division": quiet, nervous, short, and
shy. His desperate attempts to find common ground with Laura--witness
their ill-fated excursion to an ethnic mask museum exhibit in episode
2--make up much of the humor of these initial episodes.
As one observer notes, "I like you two; you're odd." It is a
pleasure to watch Laura and Michael's "mutual apathy" blossom
into, well, you know the song.
A Fine Romance, Set 2 contains the nine episodes that comprise the second
season of this popular 1980s Britcom. Judi Dench (that's Oscar-winner Dame
Judi Dench to you) and real-life husband Michael Williams star as prickly
translator Laura and "grubby little gardener" Mike, who
tentatively navigate their fledgling romance. In these episodes, the
mismatched couple move in together, deal with jealousy, throw an ill-fated
dinner party, fret over Mike's struggling business, meet Laura's parents,
and in the poignant cliffhanger, contemplate parenthood (she wants a baby,
he does not). Don't look for any Sam-and-Diane sexual chemistry here. Like
the song says, this is a fine romance with no kisses (Mike, while a decent
chap, is not the most stimulating of characters). You don't have to be
British to enjoy this low-key, intimately observed human comedy (there is
nothing like it on American television). But in the case of one episode's
running joke, in which Mike is mistaken for some obscure (in this country,
at any rate) celebrity, it no doubt helps. |