This is definitely for Rosamunde Pilcher fans and why I never read her books. Dialog is stilted and obvious. Self-indulgent fluff with ridiculous and unbelievable plot motivations. Any surprises would be if the banal DIDN'T happen. British TV requires some patience to "get around to it" - but it usually pays off. Even the beautiful scenery is not worth sitting through this dreck. A fine example of "popular writer throws her weight around to get a sappy movie."
Review of This September
