I'm amazed to see people talking of this as if it's some great work of fiction. Nearly every single character is just a shallow stereotype; and usually the worst kind. Hysterical women, thieving Irish lout, and on and on.
The whole thing hangs on an historical fraud suspected by a man whose conscience pricks him in later life, but is mainly a multitude of people with hardly any redeeming qualities.
The only positive I can say is that it manages to be extremely funny it's so bad. Foreign accents included.
I didn't care about the story, such as there was one. It was like what you'd get if you trapped someone from childhood in a windowless room, with only Barbara Cartland novels and the Daily Mail from the early 20th century to read, and then they too started writing novels.
The whole thing hangs on an historical fraud suspected by a man whose conscience pricks him in later life, but is mainly a multitude of people with hardly any redeeming qualities.
The only positive I can say is that it manages to be extremely funny it's so bad. Foreign accents included.
I didn't care about the story, such as there was one. It was like what you'd get if you trapped someone from childhood in a windowless room, with only Barbara Cartland novels and the Daily Mail from the early 20th century to read, and then they too started writing novels.