Foreign Affairs

Went to see this at the BFI and even a large screen failed to lift this turgid drama. Irons is as wooden as ever as is, and as ever, Binoche steals the show, which isn't difficult when she takes all her togs off. Richardson acts hard to impress us as the Minister's used 'her indoors', as the plot lurches from cliche to cliche. French mistress, her nutty French mumsie, House in Town, Chelsea Mews, chauffeur, big Country Pile, sports car, newspaper editor, dogs in the country, tense dinner party, champagne, snooker and crochet, they missed only the clay pidgeon shooting scene.

Oh and whilst politics is the supposed terrain there's little of it, just a sense of the fin de siecle Tory kingodom in its last wriggle. Mad me laugh though, when the Minister has his 'ozone figures' wrong, would all be carbon nowadays, how time hasn't moved on.

Overall, Noel Coward with bums.