At first glance, it may be tempting to dismiss this as a small ensemble-drama-by-numbers. The director Michael Winner is immensely unfashionable amongst movie goers, and that alone is enough to put many people off; others who are aware of the director's reputation may certainly find an ostensible lack of subtly in keeping with his reptuation. But don't be fooled; this is a masterpiece in miniature, and contains nuance a plenty for the observant viewer. The cast is splendid; Jeremy Irons displaying a charming British naivety to perfection, Anthony Hopkins hamming up his Welsh roots, Prunella Scales displaying an unusual vulnerability, Jenny Seagrove revelling in a seductive turn, Richard Briers with a masterfully understated pathos, and that's not even mentioning half of them. The movie may not appeal to everyone; it's overt cosiness, from the setting (small community theatre in small pretty seaside town) to the lighting (an omnipresent soft warm glow) will irritate some people, but if you can embrace that, then you will adore this. It certainly stands up to the test of repeated viewing, and it will remain in the back of your mind long after you've finished watching it.