The producer of this tele-movie adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's satire on the press, the usually-reliable Sue Birtwistle, has assembled a name cast and spent dollops of ITV money on props and locations, but none of it can make this lame duck fly. It is so bad, so tedious, you almost expect it to come to a creaking halt at any moment and for the cast to troop off for a smoke. William Boyd's screenplay - and he is a name novelist himself - manages to turn satire into something nearer documentary, as it goes in search of laughs without a clue where to find them. There is a place called Laku in this story which does not exist - the word means "I don't know" in the local language. This whole production is the Laku of 1980s British television and should be consigned to the dust heap. As if it matters, the DVD offers no extras, no subtitles... and costs double the price of any number of worthwhile video products. Be warned.