We went to the first screening of a film Hope Gap by William Nicholson which is due to be released at some point in the future: a horribly realistic and all too believable depiction of the break-up of a marriage after 29 years between a schoolmaster (Bill Nighy) and his clever and interesting wife (Annette Benning) who cannot stop needling him until finally he goes away; and the horrible consequences of their divorce on her and their son who is compelled, but hopelessly, to mediate. It says at the end that it bears not the faintest resemblance to anyone either living or dead, but I am not convinced that this is true, which makes what is shown worse.