This film seems to do a fine job recreating the spirit of the 60s, or at least as experienced by the in crowd and the wealthy. John Hurt is great, as usual, and Joanne Whaley os so expressive and magnetic when she smiles or vamps or whatever, I can almost imagine that it was more than beauty that caused Helen of Troy’s face to launch a thousand ships; it was how she looked at men. So I stuck with the film, but I didn’t find it to be compelling. People seemed to mumble at times, and likable characters were pretty thin on the ground. I was left wishing Jean Alexander as Christine’s mother had been given more airtime. And, well, that is about all I have to say about it, I guess.