Atonement. Just watched it illegally on the net. Resolutely faithful to the book and heartrending, staggering, and I was ready to hate it cos the director is shagging Rosamund Pike, the bastard. Outrageous steadicam at 1.02. Pisses on Scorcese.
A wonderful book and an incredible fillum, and i don't particularly like ironing board Keira.
The point is... there is no atonement, it's an exercise in valediction or apology. Hope that isn't a spoiler. You can't escape your destiny cos what you do is your destiny. Every shitty little thing.
And yes, i watched The Railway Children on ITV 2 today, but I didn't sniffle, there's a lot of hay fever around from the forsythia, ok? makes the eyes water.