Riven by some cavernous plot shortcomings you feel the characters, having provided such robust, beguiling and generous entertainment in the past perhaps deserved a little bit more circumstantial authenticity as they spiral their way to the final curtain call. The Cornish Caliban was a big ask to accept and take seriously, and I only see the camp and drunk Withnail whenever Richard E. Grant pops up, which makes playing the bad guy a bit more of a challenge in my eyes. Plenty of violence and dismemberment if that floats your boat and a finale that might leave more questions than answers.
