There's much about it I don't like. We take too long getting to Scotland. The Houston scenes are a shambles – Burt Lancaster's tycoon snoring in a board meeting; the unfunny appearances of the angermanagement psychotherapist; the business executives gesticulating in glass offices.
I don't much warm to Peter Riegert's MacIntyre, whose lines are delivered with a hint of sarcasm – though he's surely preferable to the other original casting choices: Henry Winkler, Robin Williams and Michael Douglas, who'd have overpowered – obliterated – the film's charm.
Nor am I enamoured of Denis Lawson's Gordon Urquhart. He is suave – almost smug and smarmy – giving his frame an odd, vain little twist each time he moves through doors and hatches, swishing into rooms
