Now I love a good story that evokes that grand romantic notion of unrequited desire that can never entirely be forgotten. Throw in a good-looking British chap from the lower class(artist, no less), an at once decadent and supremely religious uppity British family, a 1920s time period, exotic leisure-class trips to Venice, and I'm already salivating involuntarily.

But.

But, Brideshead Revisted left my salivary glands feeling cheated. This adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's canonical novel failed to draw me in. And it wasn't just because the story is so far removed from my own experience, either. Rather, the film's elliptical nature created an odd pacing that left me starting and stopping at all the wrong moments. Also, the key relationships didn't ring true, and so I really couldn't care less what happened to the whole Brideshead clan. This kind of movie has been done before and been done much better. Go throw Wings of the Dove (1997) on your Netflix queue instead. You won't be sorry. Promise.

Rating: Watch on TV