About two hours into Ryan’s Daughter, I was only thinking about an episode of “Seinfeld” I’d watched a few days earlier. That’s right. My mind wouldn’t stop mulling over the “English Patient” episode where Elaine finally slouches over next to J. Peterman in the middle of a screening of the film and screams “It’s too long!”
That how I feel about David Lean’s movie, and my stray thoughts present two problems. First, the film is a simple love story stretched into an unbearable running length. And secondly, I was thinking about an episode of “Seinfeld” for about the last hour of the picture when I should’ve been wrapped up in the action. Not a strong vote of confidence.