I'm sorry to say I switched off in the first fifteen minutes, after Richard Harris shambled into view slouching and shouting at all and sundry. (Which is a pity because that meant I missed Caroline Munro in a supporting part.)
Over the years I have encountered several incarnations of the Chief Inspector, but never had I run into one that had made me reach for the Off switch the way this one did.
It is true that screen adaptations cannot be absolutely faithful to their literary heroes, otherwise the movie of a bestseller would have to be about eight hours long. But there is no excuse for merely using the famous name of a character if that is all there is in the finished product (yes, I am looking at you, George Gently).
It is true that screen adaptations cannot be absolutely faithful to their literary heroes, otherwise the movie of a bestseller would have to be about eight hours long. But there is no excuse for merely using the famous name of a character if that is all there is in the finished product (yes, I am looking at you, George Gently).