Thought nicely of it the first time round, but now having read the play and seen the film tens of times, I find every second is so perfectly executed; every moment of histrionics, of nuance, of restraint is achingly calculated. The understated cinematography may seem uninteresting to some, but gives the film's haughty intellect room to breathe and grow. So, so good. Pass it on.
A drably realised adaptation, which never quite escapes its theatrical origins and is too preoccupied by familiar Bennett themes e.g. milky left-wing sympathies, a wistful nostalgia for a paternalist education system and its freeing possibilities plus arch gay reference points. Surprisingly short on his usually deft observational touches and filmed in so static a manner it fails to lift the soul, never mind free it.