Oh dear! This is truly awful, and so sad that a book that has so much humanity is reduced to a hammy cold A list celebrity love in. It makes Midsomer Murders look like high art.
There’s nothing right about it. For starters, that house is way too grand. Who believes anyone could afford to live in that grandeur in their retirement. The story is all over the place - it felt like they were trying to squeeze as much of the book into the 2 hours as possible without any care. Joyce’s voice is the glue to the story in the book and sadly missing in the movie. The script is missing Osman’s charm, subtlety and humanity.
This would have made a great miniseries in the right hands, but it’s clearly been made for an American audience who like gargantuan cakes and A list celebrities.