Time Out says
If anything, though, it’s too faithful: there’s a sense that the filmmakers are too fearful of taking flight to offer anything more than a polished but plodding impression of Waugh’s words with all the right sets and costumes but none of the yearning, emotional power of his literary portrait of a man – and a society – on the cusp of change. Its additions feel token (a peck on the lips between Charles and Sebastian) or cynical (an interest from the first scene in Charles and Julia’s later love affair) while its main omission – a sense of Charles as the tortured, misty-eyed narrator – is almost fatal. The Oxford scenes threaten to drown the peculiar intimacy of Sebastian and Charles’s nascent friendship in a tourist’s tour of the city. Kiss or no kiss, there’s no sense of attraction between the two, and the film is more comfortable with Charles’s liaison with Julia. Performances are good – Thompson and Gambon impress – but the insipid music is dreadful.
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