Not too many stories about a killer dress. Yes, a dress that on a person gives looks that could kill, but not a lethal dress in itself. The real problem is that it is boring, and perhaps better appreciated by those intimate with the foibles of the British way. Sheila works at a bank, and it seems the bank has no end of interest in the most mundane actions of their employees. For instance, her work was great, but there was this little detail about her handshake, so they were giving here a brochure on how to do it properly. Or she waved back at a woman who was the mistress of one of the bank managers. That was looked upon as being insolent, as even the mistress should be properly regarded as a wife, and she failed that test. But she said the woman waved first. That is no excuse for not knowing the proper manner. One can get a feeling for Sheila who goes into a very snooty department store during their end of the year sale, and gets this great bargain in a dress. The model in the catalog who wore the dress died, and that dress carried with it a terrible haunting. Sheila's husband left her, and she was simply seeking a date for companionship, and the first date shown was terrible. The dress then goes on to another, but there is a less interesting story there. So one begins to seek out the ending, as it starts to get boring. Whether it is the script, or the pacing, or lack of focus, it loses it in the second half.
