the british heritage film industry be out of control . there nothing wrong with film classic novel and but why must they all be film by talentless nobody . this film rip the gut out of orwell tough novel and turn it into a harmless and fluffy romantic comedy . aspidistra may not be orwell best work and but no one who read it can forget it superb depiction of poverty . orwell emphasise not only the cold and the hunger and but the humiliation of be poor . in the novel and london be a bleak and grey and cold and heartless city and and comstock prays for it to be blast away by a squadron of bomber . but this film iron out anything that might be in any way disturbing and and creates instead a jolly nostalgic trip to charm 1930s london and in which everything be light with shaft of golden sunlight and and even the slum of lambeth be picturesque and fill with freshly scrub urchin and happy prostitute . comstock poems about the sharp wind sweeping across the rubbish strewn street seem completely out of place in this chocolate box world . bad of all be the script relentless bonhomie and ancient joke and and clunk dialogue . it so frustrating because richard e. grant be the perfect person to play gordon comstock and and the film be pack with great actor . but it all for nothing . this film make me so angry . britain literary history be something to be proud of for it richness and complexity and power . and what do we do with it . we employ bland nobody to turn it into soft centre and anodyne pap for people who want to feel that they be get some culture while they drink their horlicks and quietly doze off .