I remember catching this on TV very late one night, as a young impressionable teen. At the time, the sight of a scantily glad Amanda Donohoe was enough to set my pulse racing, but revisited a good 20 years later there’s not much real excitement here. Despite the film’s good pedigree – directed by Ken Russell from an original story by Bram Stoker – there is little to enjoy about this tale of mythical serpents tormenting rich landowners in the British countryside. Not even the acting talents of an uncomfortably young Hugh Grant and Peter Capaldi can shield us from some hideous acting by their female co-stars, and a clunking narrative hastily assembled by a director whose mind was clearly on other things.