Condensing Stephen Fry’s mammoth story into a 90 minute film cannot have been an easy task, with its bulging cast list and wealth of set-pieces, but director John Jencks makes a good fist of it.
I’m not sure anyone other than Fry himself could do justice to the role of Ted Wallace, or at least so I thought before watching Roger Allam in the role. Ensuring a jaded, disillusioned, permanently bad tempered alcoholic is so likeable must have been tricky, but it works here. In fact most of the characters as written, are distinctly dislikeable – or perhaps flawed would be a better word. If they were not, they wouldn’t be so interesting, or the story so entertaining. Bringing Wallace’s endless tirade of expletives to life so hilariously is done as well as it could possibly be.
It’s true to say that, with so many characters, some are distinctly under-written and don’t feature quite as heavily as they might, but as far as I remember from the book, no relevant scene has been excised, and no character has been forgotten.
Greatly entertaining. My score is 8 out of 10.