"Billy Liar" unlike other British kitchen-sink dramas of the period, uses black humour and fantasy to put across its themes of thwarted ambition, the generation gap and revolt against conformity, with Tom Courteney, in the title role, superbly personifying if not teenage rebellion at least some sort of youthful angst as he strains to escape the confines of his stodgy, niggling, family, his literally dead-end job and last but not least his lack of a love-life.
The device of Billy's "daydream-believing" of course dates back to James Thurber's Walter Mitty, only transplanted to the grim north of Britain with our (anti)-hero retreating to his make-believe world of Ambrosia where he fulfils every head of state and army chief position to boot. The contrast with his day-job of being a clerk in a funeral director's business is obvious leading him to contemplate a migration to London egged on by the free-spirited Julie Christie, as natural and pretty here as she ever was, leading to the brilliant anti-climax of the inverted "Brief Encounter" ending.
John Schlesinger's direction rises to the imaginative requirements of Billy's thought-processes, but equally knows when to employ quirkiness (the episode of the missing calendars) pathos, notably at the final scene and also during the scenes when Billy's bickering grandmother unexpectedly dies and of course humour. The cast is excellent, in particular Rodney Bewes readying his future "Likely Lad" persona as Billy's mate at the undertaker's and Leonard Rossiter, perhaps underused as Billy's phlegmatic, pedantic boss.
But it's Courteney who essentially steals the show making it easy for us to identify with his character as we get inside his head and relate to his worm's eye view of the world only to share his final defeat as he retreats from his dream of escape to familial duty abandoning Julie Christie (whose knowing expression on the train as she in fact leaves him behind is superbly conveyed).
Silly Billy, if you ask me.
The device of Billy's "daydream-believing" of course dates back to James Thurber's Walter Mitty, only transplanted to the grim north of Britain with our (anti)-hero retreating to his make-believe world of Ambrosia where he fulfils every head of state and army chief position to boot. The contrast with his day-job of being a clerk in a funeral director's business is obvious leading him to contemplate a migration to London egged on by the free-spirited Julie Christie, as natural and pretty here as she ever was, leading to the brilliant anti-climax of the inverted "Brief Encounter" ending.
John Schlesinger's direction rises to the imaginative requirements of Billy's thought-processes, but equally knows when to employ quirkiness (the episode of the missing calendars) pathos, notably at the final scene and also during the scenes when Billy's bickering grandmother unexpectedly dies and of course humour. The cast is excellent, in particular Rodney Bewes readying his future "Likely Lad" persona as Billy's mate at the undertaker's and Leonard Rossiter, perhaps underused as Billy's phlegmatic, pedantic boss.
But it's Courteney who essentially steals the show making it easy for us to identify with his character as we get inside his head and relate to his worm's eye view of the world only to share his final defeat as he retreats from his dream of escape to familial duty abandoning Julie Christie (whose knowing expression on the train as she in fact leaves him behind is superbly conveyed).
Silly Billy, if you ask me.