"The novel is perhaps low-key, yet moving and memorable. The movie is a muddled and even desperate translation to the screen. The psychology and social observation are pure Final Draft 7, 2008. Strip a Noel Coward play of its dialogue, an Astaire-Rogers movie of its dance numbers and you have this movie - a cliched plot executed without wit or grace. The sets are dreadful, the soundtrack stillborn, and the sense of liberation, original to the story, entirely fabricated and false. The Brits have done it again."
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