Introducing a ’50s version of Mission Impossible was a nifty touch. I liked the first two-thirds of this film. The final scene was the rotten cherry atop the rancid sundae. Then it completely fell apart into an incoherent, illogical mess. Despite the screenwriter playing fast and loose to earn his salary, the movie worked for me, right up until the third act. I never know what to expect from ITV: excellent or terrible. Quality of movie on its own: 2 and 1/2 poison bottles. Oh, and the coach tour of the great houses of England. About all that remains is Verity herself, her tragic life, and Jason Rafiel’s enjoyment of manipulating people. If you’re familiar with the novel, you’ll be aghast at what ITV Productions did to the story line. Fidelity to text: 1 and 1/2 poison bottles.
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