This two-part television play looked very promising. After all, it starred Tara Fitzgerald and Cherie Lunghi. Sadly, although they were both good, as was Peter Bowles, the whole did not live up to its promise. This must be the fault of the original novel. The "mystery" is simply too obvious. Crazy women should have gone out with Mrs Rochester. The production has several impressive features, especially the main titles, with the voracious, almost bursting house. This could have graced a better play, perhaps a Barbara Vine adaptation. To go back to the principals, Cherie Lunghi is forced to claw the air far too much, when her forte is seductive menace, while poor Tara Fitzgerald is forced to be dreary, though she manages to get a certain amount of steel into the character. Would the producers please allow members of the audience to drown little Rosie?