I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

People are voting emotionally.

Pretty good movie overall. First half was nothing special but it got better as it went along.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

Well-acted but ultimately dull adaptation of Kingsley Amis's novel. The film works best when it takes up Amis's amused bafflement at modernity--Nickolas Grace is particularly funny as an agnostic vicar--but all in all the film's not sure what kind of tone it's shooting for, and as a result it's not too scary, not too funny, not too anything else. One thing that might have helped is more of an attempt to create suspense about whether anything paranormal is going on. Finney's fine acting aside, we never really see Maurice as the other characters see him, and we don't for a second think that he's just having drunken hallucinations. This makes all the busywork surrounding his proving to himself that the ghosts are in fact real a bit tedious. In fact, the movie's overlong as a whole, and it's worth mentioning that the whole 'swinging' subplot doesn't really jibe with the updated period. (The book was published in 1969.) But it's got a real English-TV feel about it, which is always pleasant, and that may be enough for some. 5.5 out of 10.

Kingsley Amis, a charter member of the English 'Angry Young Men' club of post World War II writers, wrote a marvelous book containing equal parts of horror and humour.'The Green Man' is an adequite translation of Amis's literary masterpiece to the screen; alas, in this case, the television screen.Albert Finney delivers a preformance to match the character Amis created to present the story of a centuries-old child molester who still inhabits the precincts of the home in which he lived.The production is English, hence, superior. If this one doesn't stick with you...check your pulse. -30-

An excellent and faithful adaptation of the 1960s Kingsley Amis novel ( lacking a green man but all the better for it ). A promiscuous alcoholic hotelier, Maurice Allington, is drawn into the schemes of Dr Underhill, a 16th-century cleric who having survived death with the help of a pre-Columbian silver charm now seeks to summon a demon who lives in the woods nearby. Maurice Allington is the perfect anti-hero who still finds time to run a hotel, set up a lesbian tryst with his own wife and save his daughter from a cruel fate and .. oh yes .. meet God on the way, who incidently has a natty line in linen suits and likes a good Scotch.

Everything that Albert Finney `touches' turns to movie gold and he was the perfect choice for the lead role in this highly original ghost story. The mixing of his alcoholic delusions with the supposedly `objective' presentation of the ghost part gave the whole thing an usual screen credibility. One didn't know half the time what was what, glossing over the delusional to the phantasmagoric. The injection of uniquely English, character based humor, lent an important significance to the otherwise just scary (alebeit very scary) story line. Then there was the contrast of pagan hedonism with the contemporary gloss of civilized, sophisticated hedonism (the elaborate meals and wines all being eagerly consummed by mostly boorsish clients), all this being reflected in the conflicted sexual content of the ghost and his `victims'. One could go on and on about the rich fabric of this jewel. Thank God for the Brits !