A somewhat sweet and strange story, from Morag Joss novel, adapted by Alan Whiting.
Petty criminal Danny Mays, in a beautifully sensitive performance, rescues abused Sinead Matthews, and they go on the run. Meanwhile house-sitter Penelope Wilton's last job before enforced retirement is a large country estate for the summer. They collide and for a short time find true happiness (Wilton clearly thinks of Mays as a son figure).
It descends into murder and melodrama, and is quite unlikely, though the characters are all damaged fantasists, and that fits.
Photographed by the underrated David Odd.
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