Susan Freewoman

I had forgotten how bad it was. If you like a lot of sex (in a film) and an equal measure of bloody violence, woven into an absolutely dire plot, you will love this horrible film.

Enjoyable. Good storylines, well acted, and so very much New Zealand.

Just a lot of fun. England isn’t really as portrayed, of course, but Fiona Shaw was hilarious as Elspeth Lomax. Laughed aloud, which can’t be bad. All round, a sweet film.

A fun film and nice, especially in 1987, to see men caring for a baby. These days I would worry about how much time the baby spent naked with men - but that’s now. Let’s stick to sweet thoughts. Oh, and Tom Selleck was probably the most gorgeous man ever. Very photogenic!

The principle of the thing was good. It’s marginally more entertaining than watching paint dry, anyway. At the end of the day, though, I still wonder how this particular dumb blonde ever achieved anything. Just too pink and girly for me.

I wasn’t convinced by the purported message that father realises he loves his son. It seemed more as if he only wanted what he could no longer have: unlimited contact with the child, which he had previously frittered away, to the point of missing his son’s birthday to have casual sex. More than the above, I just didn’t find it funny. Slapstick and clowning around may be some people’s cup of tea, but not mine. It didn’t even raise a smile from me.

Hilarious black comedy and spoof of the original. Very enjoyable.

Excellent plot. The only snag is that, legally, a Not Guilty verdict would have been impossible. The rapists had not been convicted (they were killed before that could happen) and the fact of who killed them was never in dispute. I’d have given the man a medal but the law would have had to find him guilty. Brigance even knew that there was premeditation.