The Wolves of Willoughby Chase [VHS] [1989]

This film was a childhood favourite for me. When mentioning the film to others, most people would say that they haven't had the chance to see it and have never even heard of it, which i feel is a great shame. It has some great actors and is a really good story line. When buying this film i wasn't sure if i would be spoiling the illusion that i had of it from when i was a child, but i was very pleased to find that i still enjoyed it as much as i did when i was a child, and have watched it many times since. Give it a go, you won't regret it.

This should be one of the classic children's films, but very few people have heard of it. It retains the magic and atmosphere which children need to feed their imagination, before they are projected into the sterile world of Hollyoaks and the like.
Really recommend this for children of about 8 upwards.

1989's The Wolves of Willoughby Chase was one of British cinema's occasional failed attempts to replicate the success of The Railway Children with a family friendly adaptation of a much-loved children's book. It's a classic Dickensian mock-Gothic tale of resourceful children, evil governesses, forged wills, cruel orphanages and goodness triumphant set against an isolated country house and the dark Satanic mills of the industrial revolution that should make a fine film in the right hands. Unfortunately, the filmmakers were not those hands and little of what made Joan Aiken's book so impressive and enjoyable survives William Akers' perfunctory screenplay or Stuart Orme's ineffectual direction. The alternate 19th century history of the novel (set during the reign of the fictional James III) is never even alluded to, while the packs of ravenous continental wolves that roam the snowbound British countryside (having made their way through a Channel Tunnel completed some 160 years early) are all too obviously dogs in black fur coats.

It's a film that flirts with adequacy without ever quite going all the way: never bad enough to be terrible, never effective enough to be good. While budget considerations are a factor in its failure - it was filmed on the cheap in Czechoslovakia - there's an overriding lack of vision to the film and a consistent inability to bring out the best in its cast and crew giving it a constant feeling of settling for less about it all. There's nothing particularly wrong with any of the shots, it's just that put together they don't really work. Even the chase scenes seem pedestrian while the deaths carry no real weight because none of the characters ever really matter. Indeed, few of them get much of an introduction or a chance to show much character: too many are reduced to ciphers there simply to move the story along and then promptly disappear. As such it's no great surprise that no-one in the cast truly shines. Of the children, Emily Hudson's Bonnie is a bit too bratishly Bonnie Langford to care about, though Aleks Darowska is good enough to make you wonder why she never worked again. Stephanie Beacham's bald-and-bewigged villainess shows willing but isn't used to best effect, Mel Smith's semi-comic sidekick does his best with what little he's given while Richard O'Brien and Jane Horrocks are just painfully bad as loyal servants. With no-one to really hold the interest, the film just plods from scene to scene so that by the time the film should be reaching its climax it just loses momentum and interest, as if everyone just wanted to get it all over and done with and go home. No surprise that the other 11 novels in the series never made it in front of the cameras...