The attempt to turn the words of one of literature’s most understated, psychologically piercing authors into the stuff of punchy, Hawksian wit comes perilously close to working.

Bogdanovich's bravura display of directorial style is as insightful as it is thrilling.

The first and perhaps the final question to be asked about Peter Bogdanovich's adaptation of Henry James' novella is just why he chose to embark on it.

A period romantic drama that, beneath Bogdanovich's superficial exercise in nineteenth-century elegance, becomes enormously boring and graceless with Cybill Shepherd's wooden performance. [Full review in Spanish]