Ammonite

This was always going to suffer in comparison to God’s Own Country and Portrait Of A Lady On Fire, but even with carefully lowered expectations I came away disappointed. It’s just so... grey. Lifeless. I’m not sure if it was because Kate and Saoirse are far more famous than the central lovers in the aforementioned films, or that they have no chemistry, or that there’s so little characterisation (maybe all three!)  but I couldn’t lose myself in their story. It felt like they were just going through the motions.

And since there’s so little else in this movie - no other worthwhile characters (Fiona Shaw’s two minutes hardly count), and a flatly uninteresting visual landscape - it ended up being a chore to finish.