It’s hard to find anything very positive to say about this uninspiring version of ‘Ulysses’. Joseph Strick’s slightly leaden 1967 version of Joyce’s masterpiece at least had its fine Dublin location-work and caught some of the tumbling vitality of the exile’s tribute to his city. Perhaps Sean Walsh’s day in the life of Jewish copy-taker Bloom (Stephen Rea, at his most crestfallen and Stan Laurel-esque) looked better on paper. There’s a funereal air to Bloom’s perambulations – to work, to library, pub and brothel. There are no epiphanies for Hugh O’Conor’s under-charged Stephen Dedalus, but Angeline Ball is suitably tarty as his ‘cuckolding’ wife Molly, but it seems a mistake to open the film with her climactic ‘Yes’ speech. The absence of acoustic sound,too, gives the film an eerie quality, declining into Jarman-esque camp in the foot-fetish fantasy of the Nighttown re-enactments.