Mike Leigh's jet black comedy of manners shouldn't be reviewed as a film; strictly speaking, it's a video document of his own stage play, performed as theater. The play itself is an often brilliant one-act satire, charting the total disintegration of an intimate cocktail party controlled by an aggressively bourgeois hostess (Alison Steadman) and her ineffective husband. The escalating tensions between each guest (one of them exiled from her daughter Abigail's punk rock party, heard but never seen offstage) suggest a clever parody of 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?', blending acute social embarrassment with moments of absurd but often hilarious tragedy. Middle class envy and pretensions have rarely been savaged with such glee, and on a purely technical level it offers a fine example of how to film a play as a play, with the camera intruding only far enough onto the stage to capture every nuance of the performances.

The best bit (for me) is when Beverley is putting on Donna Summer's "Love to Love You" and fixing herself a drink at the beginning of the play. She puts the needle on the record and at the same time she opens the drinks cabinet's sliding door directly above her head with her spare hand in a smooth, perfectly performed robotic motion. She then sits to consume her drink and, with the look of a Basilisk, surveys her domain. It is her appearance which really startles. Her red dress is of the finest polyester, but exposes her flesh in unflattering ways. She sometimes looks like a jellyfish, with the tendrils flapping away, or like some monster who has made a dress out of the leftover bits of red meat of her victims. Either way, you are in no doubt that Beverley is the hostess with the mostest. You know you are in for trouble when her husband Lawrence comes in and she pipes up "Hi". It's done in such a dissatisfied, unloving way, that you can see she's going to kill him one way or another.

Beverly.. what a woman. This is 1977 and she is one of a kind. I feel as if she lives on today, because the nuances of her character continue to echo into countless present day screen icons. We see shades of Marjorie Doors (Little Britain) borrowing her patronising vocal confirmations and put downs, shards of Jill (Nighty Night) continuing her friendly bullying regime, and a few spoonfuls of the self centred hedonistic Edina (Ab Fab) trying to get the most out of every situation, for herself.So thats Beverly. As for the play itself, it starts off very amusingly. There is an absolutely CLASSIC scene you will be playing again and again where Beverly takes Angela to one side for some criticism about her lipstick application technique. You will possibly find yourself in stitches, mimicking her sultry application action. As the play progresses (and Beverly gets more drunk) I found myself getting as irritated as the characters themselves, until I wanted to shout SHUT UP BEVERLY and throw the TV out of my window. I didn't understand why Tony was so miserable throughout.. or why Angela spoke as if she was a few pennies short of a fiver (maybe she in fact was?). A delicious snapshot of a feasible suburban nightmare none-the-less! I shudder to think what my neighbours get up to..

I saw this first time round, and it's a once seen/never forgotten experience. Yes, THAT good. The TV version has the feel of the stage play it was, with all the action taking place in the living room of the obnoxious Beverly and her equally obnoxious husband.In the first few seconds, Beverly, expecting the arrival of her guests, puts on the Donna Summer record Love To Love You Baby (which SHE likes, to hell with what the guests might like). Only it isn't Donna Summer, but one of those cheap 49 pence Woolworth cover version albums so prevalent in the seventies. Immediately, the mood is set.The amazing thing about this play is that one feels throughout that one is intruding on what one should not be seeing. There is definitely that fly on the wall feel, but just try and look away. This is compelling viewing, no matter how far your eyes widen - and they will - as things progress. Even the more subtle touches (such as Angie's tight necklace, with the heart pendant that bobs up and down as she speaks) add light humor to the pervasive dark humor. There are too many classic moments in this one-off to even list, that good it is. This is a British TV gem.