Hard to pick out the worst features of this appalling meander of 199 minutes.
The plot of the book was hammered down to harlequin type segments with unnecessary naked flashes to keep the leer set interested.
Emily Mortimer was a trial all through, with her twinkling and winking and blinking and sorry leaky eyes the main feature for reels of film.
Peter O'Toole was great as the colonel but his back story was trashed along with the others.
Emily shows a real nasty side when it comes to her traumatized young sister who has lost both mother and father. Yelling and tugging at her. (What?)
All the love interests make absolutely no sense, with "the love of my life" being forgotten rather quickly in settling for the lesser stodgier male.
Penelope Keith shone in a part well suited for her. The cheerful Auntie Mame feminist.
There's a great series buried underneath this careless treatment of a good read.
2/10 for the war-ry bits and some of the settings (beach, shelter) but a complete waste of time.