I perceive that somebody has perpetrated a movie based on Kyril Bonfiglioli's Charlie Mortdecai thrillers - about which there was once some slight discussion in these here parts.
(I realise that these belong on the shelf alongside my collection of Flashman books and the works of Simon Raven as not exactly guilty pleasures, but ones that may seem counter-intuitive along with the Kipling-luv? Ability to read as sexist privileged male possibly inculcated at early age? Or, actually, damn-fine writing which is pretty knowing about the tropes it is toying with.)
Anyhoo, seeing posters for this forthcoming movie on the sides of buses did not fill me with eager anticipation.
It seems I was right. The rather uneven columnist Sam Leith comes good on the subject: The Charlie Mortdecai thrillers are darker and stranger than any film of them could be and in today's Guardian reviews section it gets 2 stars and Peter Bradshaw, while copping to 'one or two daft laughs', is not kind.
Gwyneth Paltrow as Johanna, who in the first volume mounts Charlie wearing riding boots and gallops him to climax (while, as I recall, married to another man)? (also, in the books, the cop turned out to be her brother, not a backdoor man).
I'm not sure these are entirely filmable, as with anything where one of the major pleasures of the text is the narrative tone, but I do wonder if they missed the right date for the attempt even to try, which would have been some time in the 1970s.
There are probably similar critical dates for adaptations of other texts, or even just for Big Ideas That Would Make A Great Movie. (And by 'critical date', I don't mean, fits in with current WW1 centenary obsessions.)