The reviews are not kind. Nobody recommends this adaptation of Noël Coward’s play, and most find it broader, louder and less funny than the original. Where there is praise, it goes to the cast, and above all to Dan Stevens, whom several critics name as the one thing worth watching. Leslie Mann’s flirtatious Elvira gets a nod or two, and the production design and period costumes are admired almost everywhere, even by critics who like nothing else.
The complaints cluster on the script and the tone. Critics find the farce loud rather than witty, the slapstick coarse, and the attempt to rewrite Madame Arcati as a feminist figure unconvincing; Judi Dench is variously called wasted and splendid. The spread is wide but all of it sits below the line: the kindest notices, from Time Out and Radio Times, stretch to three stars for its energy, while The Guardian and Variety find it close to lifeless.
