![]() ![]() ![]() Neither protagonist seems capable of a rush of blood, to the heart or anywhere else: when they talk, flirt or even kiss, there’s nothing there. As Sophia, meanwhile, Wilde comes across as wet-eyed and childish, spending much of her time wailing, daydreaming or impotently stamping her foot. McLeod is too reserved a performer to pull this off: his Tom seems awfully sensible from the start. The leading man here is meant to be rakish and roguish, ultimately an upstanding hero but one who needs to get a lot of crass mistakes out of his system before that goodness fully emerges. They both end up in London, where Tom, separated from Sophia, is drawn into sexy adventures. The resulting row leads to Tom being banished and Sophia taking flight. Sophia is urged to marry the monobrowed inadequate Blifil instead. But when he is reacquainted as an adult with childhood friend Sophia Western (Sophie Wilde), the girl from the stately home next door, his life changes: they want to marry and cannot, because Tom is a bastard. Tom is happy enough firing his catapult, running through woodland and, when he comes of age, lifting up the many petticoats of a poacher’s daughter. ![]()
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