Man, I want there to be an infinite well of Peter-O’Toole-as-cantankerous-old-man roles for me to drink from. 

I can see why I’d never heard of this. How do you market something so singular? With a poster that makes it look like a hallmark film or a BBC Dickens adaptation, apparently. 

What an oddity. A genuinely sincere and genuinely peculiar chamber piece. More or less a four-hander, this relies purely on our main player’s chemistry and ability. It never really falters in that regard. The direction is pretty lacklustre, or maybe indicative of the budget, but it lets the weirdness of the plot and Neill’s performance shine through. 

It’s mild fantasy only pulls you deeper into the heartfelt world conjured up. It’s properly lovely stuff. When Peter O’Toole cries, you cry.

Man, I want there to be an infinite well of Peter-O’Toole-as-cantankerous-old-man roles for me to drink from. 

I can see why I’d never heard of this. How do you market something so singular? With a poster that makes it look like a hallmark film or a BBC Dickens adaptation, apparently. 

What an oddity. A genuinely sincere and genuinely peculiar chamber piece. More or less a four-hander, this relies purely on our main player’s chemistry and ability. It never really falters in that regard. The direction is pretty lacklustre, or maybe indicative of the budget, but it lets the weirdness of the plot and Neill’s performance shine through. 

It’s mild fantasy only pulls you deeper into the heartfelt world conjured up. It’s properly lovely stuff. When Peter O’Toole cries, you cry.