If Wheatley and his team had found a way to inject some of that delicious moral ambivalence into the veins of the film, Rebecca might be more worthwhile.

This is a melodramatic tale of class disparity and imposter syndrome and compulsive jealousy and explosive fury, and the execution here is just ... tepid. Lukewarm.

Overall, it's a highly polished and consistently enjoyable watch that feels a little hemmed in by convention.

Mrs Danvers’ smouldering passion for Rebecca might be the only real love in the story, but even Scott Thomas can’t disrupt the syrupy heterosexual sentimentalism that kills this story dead.