A chance meeting at the site of car accident gives Angela an idea how she can rescue herself and her family from destitution. At home she explains to her husband her plan to seduce and bigamously marry Sir Fabian Ormerod in order to extort money from him. After cleverly engineering a meeting with Sir Fabian at the opera everything seems to be proceeding according to plan until Angela falls pregnant. Knowing of Sir Fabian's desire for an heir Angela convinces Sir Fabian that the child is his and the couple marry. The marriage causes friction with Honesty, the unbalanced daughter from Sir Fabian's first marriage. Events really comes to a head when Harry is born and Honesty realises he will be the heir to the family fortune. The stakes are raised even higher when Angela starts to receive anonymous letters threatening to expose her lurid past. Finally, all hell breaks loose when Harry is kidnapped and the police become involved. Who is the mysterious letter writer? How are these events ... Written by
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Good interpretations in an otherwise lacklustre story
Nicely played rôle from Keeley Hawes, well backed up even by Joe Duttine as her useless unemployable husband and a more or less acceptable Nicholas Jones as the multimillionaire cabinet minister with private helicopter and a 314-windowed Georgian house set somewhere in Yorkshire. However, to start with, the story comes from a rather mushy would-be romantic origin, which, if you changed the clothing, omitted any number of telephone calls and put in a bit of mist and packs of hunting hounds, might have been just about anything second-hand and second-class by Jane Austen or any of the Brontës. But it is not as the author is Gillian White, who, I gladly glean from IMDb, seems to go in for writing this kind of novel so that the BBC can turn them into two-part TV films.
So the story rolls on, tediously somewhat, from predictable step to foreseeable outcome, barging through to the inevitable, lacking the lustre of anything that really holds you awaiting events. Do not get me wrong: the story is not so so bad, and the acting is reasonably good, but it did not need over 150 minutes of screen time for the importance of anything it had to say.
A year later Diarmuid Lawrence and BBC blessed us with `The Echo' (1998)(qv), an excellent, intelligent TV film which is really worth your time and keeps you hanging on to the story-line the whole time. And that alone is the reason why I bothered with watching `The Beggar Bride', which, in the end, is only a dehollywoodised version of things like Notting Hill, Runaway Bride, etc., with better directing and acting.
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