Growing up in the north of England in the late 80s and early 90s as a frustrated and misunderstood teenager, BBC2's The Late Show was, for me, a series of treasured little broadcasts from an indiscernible place where artsy people took things very seriously. For a while, they showed specially commissioned one-minute long films, interspersed throughout the show, like neurological blips, or adverts with nothing to sell. Sarah Miles' I Love You was joyously and lovingly scorched into my memory from the moment the artist came on the screen. Erotically charged, she is a forlorn, doomed bunny-girl wandering the forest. I haven't seen this for about 18 years, until now, and the way Sarah Miles mouths the words 'I L-O-V-E Y-O-U' at the end reminds me why I've never forgotten her. And never will.
