Extollagy!

Modernism, mod, Michael Caine: a whole British cool of the 1960s bottled, its sophistication showed off. Even casual misogyny is cool here. 

Is there any architecture in this film apart from London Georgian, Turin Baroque, and late Modernism?

It’s a reminder of what the Barbican, the new hotels, the shopping centres, Coventry, Plymouth and arterial roads looked like to many at the time. The patina of our age has cast a dire eye over them, an eye so dire that it forgets that to many at the time could be sleek utopian dreams, and a rational reaction to a past discredited by its own blitzs, a future rescued by sleek technologies. Both are patinas: there is no guarantee that the future won’t love these modernisms as much as the present loves the other aspects of 60s culture. No wonder Michael Caine is a couinousser of Techno.