Darling (1965, Directed by John Schlesinger)
David Lean made Julie Christie a star in Dr. Zhivago, but Schlesinger makes her fascinating—and tragic—in this story of a fashion model turned loose in swinging London. That setting is misleading, really. She doesn’t move among the youth-culture, pop-music Carnaby Street hipsters; instead Christie sleeps her way to the upper echelon of the fashion elite, ultimately languishing in a realm of privileged boredom.
It’s all quite empty and repetitive, but she can’t let on. In fact, her at-odds-with-the-facts voiceover narration is the hook here, because she has an innate talent for fooling herself. Half the fun of this rather downbeat drama is marking the distance between what goes on and Christie’s analysis of same. The bonus is that we get to stare at that face, those eyes.