Thanks for the memories!

a film so unique, intoxicating and bizarre that it not only demands another viewing, but is also forgivable as a satirical comedy where the jokes eventually take the back seat.

It's funny, it's tense, it features two great performances from two actors and the director expertly creates a web of odd tension where you actually don't know what is happening for the majority of the run time.

It's a feast for the eyes. But what really makes this dramedy work is the acting.

This feature film is pretty shocking, considering the subject. It opens with an able seaman in His Majesty's Navy being hanged from the yardarm in 1707 for keeping an independent log of the ships position, whose figures disagreed with those of the captain by some ninety miles. Really. And then they cut down the body and it falls to the deck with a plop. The captain's reckoning was off and the seaman's was right but it doesn't matter. Latitude at sea, that is, degrees north and south, is easy to determine. These are the lines that run east and west along the globe. If the north star, Polaris, is on the horizon, you're at the equator. If Polaris is directly overhead, you're at the north pole. By measuring the elevation of Polaris you can fix your latitude by degrees. Longitude -- the lines that run up and down on a map and indicate degrees east and west -- is much more difficult because it requires an accurate timepiece, one that doesn't depend on a pendulum. (Ships rock and roll.) Well, Britain is an island, and a seafaring nation, about to launch its colonial period. They need navigation more accurate than dead reckoning. The merchant ships and men of war need to know where they are and where they are going. That is, it's usually better to sail around the Cape of Good Hope rather than into it. So the government offers a prize for anyone who devises a solution to the problem. Some of the devices offered depend on using magic on wounded dogs and are pretty funny.Carpenter Michael Gambon devises a clock the size of a refrigerator that he hopes is immune to the ship's movement and he's given permission to try a test run back and forth to Lisbon. The results are inconclusive and he continues with his work, running out of money and always running up against the Royal Society and its preference for "scientists" over "carpenters" -- scientists who believed that the pineal gland was the seat of emotions.Meanwhile, there are rather abrupt cuts to the 1930s, where we see Jeremy Irons trying to reconstruct Gambon's antique clocks, now all weathered and stuck. It's frustrating work. Irons can't get much help either because he's been divorced and because he suffered from a nervous breakdown, as it was called in the 30s. It's irritating too, as Irons proceeds to duplicate Gambon's work, to find that when he had a problem, Gambon attached a corrective device. When that proved not accurate enough, he attached still another corrective device, until layer upon layer of corrective devices made the whole mad construction impossible. Still, in their parallel universes, both Gambon and Irons persist. These cuts, by the way, may sound more confusing than they are. Once the characters and settings are established, there's no problem.It's reasonable to ask how much a viewer needs to know about a clock's innards before he can follow developments. It's easy. You only need to know the elements of potential energy, torque, bevels, a folio balance and verge escapement, a high ratio weight gear train, parallax, the piezoelectric effect, the Zeigarnik effect, Ohm's law, the Purkinje effect, the properties of subatomic particles, the genitalia of Saurians, Marbe's law, Murphy's law, and who Christiaan Huygens was. Actually, you don't need to know anything about clocks except that if they're accurate enough they can tell longitude. It demands nothing but patience. There's even an exchange of shots at sea with a Spanish privateer to liven things up.Both Gambon, who plays John Harrison, and Jeremy Irons, who plays Rupert Gould, are balked at almost every turn, not only because of the nature of the technical problems they face but because of what might be called paradigmatic inertia. When you are dealing with a Royal Society that believes that curing illness requires bleeding the patient, you're going to have a hard time convincing them that a watch the size of a small frying pan will tell longitude. And in Iron's case, he was trying to find money in a country that was recovering from a depression and simultaneously preparing for war.Both are successful in their pursuits. Gambon's character worked on his time pieces for fifty years and was finally awarded the prize he sought, not from the board of scientists but from Parliament. He was eighty years old. Iron's character recovered and became a well-known media figure specializing in science, and was eventually made curator of a prominent museum. All of these struggles are fleshed out and non-trite. What they led to is the reason all the world today measures its time according to "Greenwich Mean Time" or GMT.In a way the program resembles an afternoon soap opera except that it has a much better budget, the writing and dialog are light years advanced, the characters are more flesh than cardboard, the direction is more sensitive and trusting of the viewer, the central theme isn't love but a problem that exists in nature, and the acting is exquisite. Both Irons and Gambon are nearly perfect in their entirely different ways -- Gambon proud and blustery, Irons neurotic and timid.Irons is required to enact another breakdown of an unspecified source. It looks like a manic episode. In the 30s, there was no way of dealing with it except to knock the patient out with narcotics. Without that, you have a real-life "raving lunatic" on your hands. Fortunately, the extreme episodes tend not to last too long. The hospitalized Irons gets a radiantly beautiful nurse, Lucy Akhurst. They always get good-looking nurses in the movies. She's not only good for him; she's good to him.

Having read the book by the same name, seen the movie, read all the previous reviews, I would generally agree with most of the reviews. I note that no one has yet mentioned that the movie gave much more prominence to JH's son than the book of the same name suggested.Overall, a very good movie. Very informative, a more complex and interesting plot than one might at first imagine, with only two negative aspects. Firstly, I think that the 1930s subplot detracted from rather than added to the movie.And secondly, in my opinion, British movies are generally grossly overdramatised and overacted, and this was certainly consistent with that. For example, the Neville Maskylene was very villanous, overacted to the point of being a melodramatic villain. I felt like booing the TV out loud every time the camera closed in on his face. Ditto for Brian Cox, in a role that seemed not too different from his Herman Goering.Nevertheless, in summary, a very interesting movie for what I would suspect to be a very very very limited audience. As always, the BBC production seems pretty well flawless in its creation of the atmosphere and props of the period.

This film was absolutely stunning, and after watching it we were amazed at how quickly the time flew. Though the entire movie (DVD) was 200 minutes long, we felt as though it had taken less than an hour. The sets and costumes were beautiful, the acting was superb, the meshing together of the two different times worked extremely well, the "timing" was impeccable, the tension built wonderfully, and the climax was powerful. We never dreamed we would feel so strongly about a movie depicting what we originally thought would be a mundane, boring subject. We are grateful to the makers of this film for the attention to detail and the feeling they put into this movie. It came alive for us, and we now feel more appreciative toward those geniuses of former times who persevered against all odds to improve the human condition. Kudos to Michael Gambon and Jeremy Irons for their exquisite performances of complex characters, and for the depth of feeling they both portrayed.

This is an absolutely first rate film with a seemingly endless cast of grade-A Actors (and a couple of Actresses). It's chocked full of so many familiar faces from both film and television that I couldn't stop asking myself "where have I seen that person before?" I thought that cutting back and forth between the two story lines was very effective and created a whole greater than the sum of its parts. Ten years ago, this would likely have been a two part episode of Masterpiece Theatre on PBS. PBS should stop asking "If PBS doesn't do it, who will?" They might not like the answer.