How To Have Sex (UK 2023)

A breath-taking debut, an important message

Mia McKenna-Bruce as Tara

Screening Daily Until Thursday 16th November

How to Have Sex is Molly Manning-Walker’s remarkable debut feature film. Having made waves at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, the harrowing drama screened last weekend at Leeds’s International Film Festival with a director and cast Q&A and regular showings continue at the Picture House this week. Manning-Walker’s unflinching authenticity ensures her urgent examination of youth, consent and trauma deserves to be seen by everyone.

Three young British girls embark on a journey to Crete after slogging away at their A Levels, intent on finding booze, mayhem, and opportunities to ‘get laid’. So far this is a familiar story for the silver screen, as the combination of ‘sun, sea and sex’ has been depicted repeatedly in the age of Love Island. Yet unlike a ‘typical coming-of-age’ film, How to Have Sex is determined to examine the drunken escapades that countless Brits embark on through a different lens. As the girl’s trip unfolds and begins to unwind, it soon becomes clear that the new director intends to examine the notion of consent, carefully crafting a narrative that is moving and important.

This is all made possible by the powerful, immersive realism of everything the camera captures. Though there is the daring experimentalism of a directorial debut on display, audiences will be stunned to learn that this is Manning-Walker’s first feature-length effort, particularly due to the mastery of different styles and the diverse tones she creates. The opening showcases stunning picturesque shots of sunset beaches, creating dream-like sequences that make the audience feel as if they are lounging on the sands themselves as they grow closer to incredibly endearing characters.

This tone then shifts as part of a gritty depiction of booze-fuelled brits abroad, with thumping house music and discordant karaoke accompanying expertly placed hand-held camera angles. Nowhere do these moments feel forced, artificial or difficult to relate to. When the girls grimace as they down shots of hard liquor, stumble through nightclubs and drunkenly express their love for each other – and their love of the delicacy that is cheesy chips – these scenes are instantly recognisable and genuinely believable. How to Have Sex is effortlessly immersive, at least to what I can only assume is its primary target audience – a younger generation of Brits, many of whom are eager to drown their sorrows and embark on sunlit adventures with the mates they have made over turbulent teenage years.

These striking depictions of drug and alcohol use never feels judgemental, an important aspect of the film given its representation of the issue of consent. The debutant director films with a refreshing frankness, accurately depicting hedonistic escapades, but never in a way that scolds the youthful characters. Manning-Walker’s message isn’t to stop drinking, having fun, or chasing the sun whilst you are young and reckless. This is welcome, given that so much of the discussion on sexual violence has long been dragged down by the hopelessly inept idea that victims (particularly young women) need to merely drink less booze or wear longer skirts. The film instead warns against ignorance and cowardice as tragedy unfolds.

The immersion that characterises How to Have Sex is a huge part of why it’s message is so powerfully delivered, particularly due to the remarkable performances provided by it’s youthful cast. Mia McKenna-Bruce’s debut as Tara is as earthshattering, and may prove to be as career-defining, as her directors’. Their ability to subtly convey conflicting emotions is a big part of what makes How to Have Sex so moving, whilst a well-crafted script paints a searing portrayal of the behaviour that pre-empts sexual violence and the trauma that exists in the aftermath of such events. It is a triumph of a drama with a vitally important message.

Frankie Ryan-Casey
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Review: Censor (2021)

 Niamh Algar in CENSOR, a Magnet release. © CPL/SSF. Photo credit: Maria Lax. Photo courtesy of Magnet Releasing.

Censor is Prano Bailey-Bond’s spine chilling debut feature. Set in the mid 80s against the backdrop of social unrest, Thatcherism and the rise of the video nasties. We follow Enid Baines (Niamh Algar) who is a film censor. She lives a nocturnal existence watching a plethora of gore and sin in the films she is charged with watching. One day she views a film that reminds her of a tragedy from her childhood. Triggered by this, she sets out on a journey in which her fiction and reality gets blurred.

The dark and depressive world that Bailey-Bond creates is heightened by Cinematographer Annika Summerson whose hellish visuals adds an expressionistic touch. It is notable that she uses 35mm which echoes the ambience of this bygone era.

The script which Bailey-Bond co-wrote with Anthony Fletcher, is razor sharp, with one scene in particular of suitably over the top gore mirroring the video nasties themselves. However amongst the blood shed there’s occasional moments of truly dark humour. The acting is chilling with Michael Smiley delivering a cool and calculated performance as sleazy film producer Doug Smart. However, the stand out is Niamh Algar who is magnetic on screen. Enid’s character’s arch is one of the film’s takeaways and Niamh plays her unravelling superbly.

The main criticism I have of the film is it’s running time. Although admittedly most horror films tend to be under two hours, you can’t help but feel a little cheated with a running time of one hour and twenty four minutes. You are left with a sense of events being rushed over and plot points not fully explained to get to the deliciously cynical Lynchian style ending.

Sam Judd

Censor is available as a premium rental (£10) from most online platforms including BFIPlayer and Curzon Home Cinema

Sapphire (1959) for #BlackHistoryMonth

The Hyde Park Picture House’s ‘On The Road’ programme has restarted this month, with daily screenings at the City Varieties attracting film audiences back to see films on the big screen.

However, as it’s still too soon for some people to return to cinemas, this weekend the Hyde Park Picture House team selected a film that can be watched at home as a #HydeParkPick and are sharing it as a way to mark this year’s Black History Month.

Poster for Sapphire with the tagline "The sensational story of a girl who didn't belong"

Sapphire is a British drama directed by Basil Dearden in 1959, it’s a fascinating film that reveals much about levels of prejudice in multi-cultural London just as it was on the cusp of a more permissive 1960s.

We’re presenting this choice with an exclusive new essay written for us by author and film scholar Josiah Howard.

Josiah is a specialist in film and cultural studies who has written four books, including Blaxploitation Cinema: The essential reference guide in 2008. He is a senior contributor at Furious Cinema and his writing credits include articles for The American Library of Congress, The New York Times and Reader’s Digest.     


 The 1959 release in Britain of Basil Dearden’s Sapphire and the same year’s release of Douglas Sirk’s Imitation of Life in America, marked the cinema’s return to the controversial topic of black people passing for white—be they British or American. Subterfuge, “misrepresentation” and the fluid nature or racial identity made good copy: it reinforced the notion that you can’t trust anyone and that things were often not what they seemed.

Released in a world devoid of the internet, cell-phones, home video and digital entertainment, cinematic depictions of passing had a proven and lucrative pedigree: they were titillating, headline-grabbing attractions that appealed to the prurient; the curious visitor who wanted to know about the netherworld but also wanted to remain at a safe and respectable distance.

Elia Kazan’s Pinky and Alfred L. Werker’s Lost Boundaries (both 1949), George Sidney’s Showboat (1951; made three times over the years), and Fred M. Wilcox’s I Passed for White (1960) captivated audiences and did what film studios and distributors wanted: they made money—Pinky even garnered three Academy Award nominations.

Sapphire, under referenced and generally underseen remains a watershed: a bold, audacious, modern tale (itself occasionally insensitive and racist) that dealt with the challenges of immigration, class, culture, the youth generation, identity, and the power of costume, charade, sexual attraction and fetishism. That was a large plate for prolific director Basil Dearden, best-known for his fast-moving procedurals, but he and everyone else involved delivered the salacious goods in fine fashion.

A beautiful conservatively dressed, white girl (whose lacy undergarments are deemed incongruous and “flashy”) is found stabbed to death in a park. But is she white? And what does “white” mean? That’s the essential question that Sapphire explores and it’s a compelling one, especially as Britain’s racial discomfiture was, for the most part, generally unfamiliar outside of Europe. America was the place where there was racial strife and division that was firmly on record. The long-established history of slavery, segregation and, of course, the Civil War were part of America’s dark past: a stark truth that everyone could point to.

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Sid & Nancy UK 1986

Saturday 3rd September at 6pm

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Love Kills – Celebrating the 30th anniversary of Sid & Nancy

 As everyone knows, the ingredients for a perfect love story always follow certain rules – sex, drugs, murder, heroin overdoses.

Welcome to love – Alex Cox style.

Sid & Nancy: Love Kills, Cox’s seminal and gritty retelling of the doomed love affair of Sex Pistols’ bassist Sid Vicious and his American groupie-turned-girlfriend Nancy Spungen, turns 30 this year.

Yet it’s lost none of its edginess and vitality, in part largely due to the charismatic turns of its protagonists: Gary Oldman, in his first major film role, and Chloe Webb.

This is not a bio-pic in the conventional sense of the term – Cox isn’t interested in the childhood or peaks and troughs of his characters’ lives: this is a portrayal of the destruction of two people, infatuated with each other and with heroin, and their inevitable and nihilistic end. That destruction permeated into the making of the film: Oldman lost so much weight to play the emaciated punk icon he ended up in hospital.

Throw in an appearance by Courtney Love as a junkie (Love originally auditioned for Nancy – how prophetic would that have been in her later unstable relationship with Kurt Cobain!?), music by Joe Strummer and The Pogues – and, bizarrely, rumours that all five original members of Guns N’ Roses appeared as extras, long before they even met to form a band! – and you have the making of a great rock n’ roll opera that pulls no punches.

Interestingly, if anyone’s interested in checking out the copious amount of research Cox did in preparation for this film, his two huge notebooks can be viewed at the Bradford Media Museum!