If you ever in the past watched British bucolic films or series on Masterpiece Theater on PBS, this type of film will be familiar to you. Films showing the dirt under the fingernails of rural British life are rare, which is maybe why this feels very natural, honest and almost shorn of unnecessary, extraneous characters that could hinder or come between the pair. Although it can’t escape the pure stageyness of the setup, with two great central performances, And Then Come The Nightjars is thoroughly nice. In this day and age, that’s a rare treat. A lovely film with a somber, sad undertone, a country life “dying of the light” that makes the journey from stage to screen with its heart still broken, but intact..