Lunch Hour (1961)
Shirley Anne Field and Robert Stephens play work colleagues embarking on an affair in their lunch hour but keep getting interrupted until he books them into a hotel room one lunch time.
They are then interrupted by the hotel's manageress, Kay Walsh, making Stephens feel the need to invent a convoluted reason for them being there.
It begins to get weird in the final third as Field seemingly starts to believe Stephens story and slowly becomes the stay at home wife he invents, making her way down to London from Scarborough for the hourly tryst until they both argue about her now imagined life.
This was quite charming. Shirley Anne Field is utterly lovely and clearly decides that she's better than just a lunch time fling in a hotel room with someone who feels the need to justify spending time with her to others who have f*ck all to do with either of them but, you know, that's how life was in the fifties and early sixties.
A little gem of a film.
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