London's aristocratic offspring party hard between the wars in Stephen Fry's directorial début, an adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's 1930 social satire Vile Bodies. It's a surprisingly modern tale for our celebrity and gossip obsessed times. Indulging in sex, drugs and jazz, they are the target of the gutter press, tabloid gossip columns and paparazzi, the old respect for social rank all but gone.
It's taken me five attempts to see this through, purely because of the source material; I just can't love Waugh's upper class twits as much as Fry. His script and direction are assured and energetic, the fine ensemble cast are fitted to a T. The only thing missing is Hugh Laurie and Fry himself in full Blackadder mode. Read more of this post
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