The Browning Version

Not as good as the original, but Finney is magnificent.

The movie is civilized and literate, and Finney is suitably melancholy in the lead, but somehow there's a lack of fire and spirit.

The Browning Version is not only a very bad film, it desecrates a considerable work of art.

I'm not usually a fan of remakes, especially as the 1951 iteration of this story featuring Michael Redgrave is a powerful piece of drama. Who better, though, than Albert Finney to pick up the mantle and offer us his own interpretation of this curmudgeonly ancient languages master at a public school who is facing retirement? Mike Figgis has updated the Rattigan text to bring it into the 1990s, but the plot remains essentially the same. He is married to a younger women "Laura" (Greta Scacchi) who is a bit fed up with him and quite attracted to "Frank" (Matthew Modine). He's an American who is gradually settling into his new British surroundings' and is conflicted by his extra-martial enthusiast. We know that "Crocker-Harris" (Finney) is aware of his wife's peccadilloes - "Frank" is not the first, and what follows now is a gradual reassessment of his life. A life without a pension, without the respect of his peers, without the appreciation of his pupils, without the love of his wife. Also central to this story is the young "Taplow" (Ben Silverstone) who, alone amongst the student body, has a degree of respect for this teacher. Perhaps it's because he wishes to swap to science next term, or perhaps because he sees something of the vulnerable in the older, lonelier man? As that final day and it's speech gets closer, things come to an head that is poignantly inconclusive. Finney is o…