i have never think much of james ivory direction and the bostonian do little to change my mind . it be year ago i read the henry james novel and i be not one to criticise a film for not replicate the book and but i do recall the stupendous climax james achieve when ransomemarched backstage at the music hall to literally carry verena off . this have to be the climax of the film and but here it go for nothing and make less impact than the jeering audience . in too many other scene point be similarly miss and the tone be misjudge and the pace be plod . nor be the act distinguish except for vanessa redgrave who aim at an intensity that seem to belong to another ( and good ) film . one compensation be the camera work of walter lassally while but even here the carefully frame composition do not flow .