In the 1980s, a trans-national consortium of broadcasters got together to make 'Chateauvallon', a "Eurosoap"; but the drama always seemed clunky and constructed around the need to explain the presence of the cosmopolitan cast. There's a similar flavour to 'The Lost Son', a London-set drama in which one can hear just about every accent except Cockney: it's strange, when so many foreigners speak English so well, that the characters in this film all speak it so badly. As a thriller, 'The Lost Son' is predictable and shallow, eschewing some measure of Hollywood slickness but without anything much to put in its place. Two performances stand out: Marianne Dennicourt is gorgeous, but the late Katrin Cartlidge steals the show, her role is small but her performance flashes with an electric truthfulness sadly absent elsewhere in this film.
Review of The Lost Son
