Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

It's an excellent portrail of cults that are around the world and how they brainwash their children into becomin very sickly minded, and how they struggle to come out of it and keep their sanity.

Definately worth watching! take my word for it!

I read the book, and loved it, having to give it back to the library before the Easter long- weekend left me little to do, so after some searching (albeit mainly on YouTube) found this adaptation.

This adaptation was written by Winterson herself, so I expected it to be good, and it was. The acting was tremendous and it stayed quite faithful to the book, as you would expect. Some have accused this adaptation over being over-dramatic and over-exaggerated , particularly with the portrayal of the church and the character of Jeanette's (who in the adaptation is now called Jessica) mother, and to an extent it is, but I feel that this was how it was written in the book and so is fair enough.

Where it fails, however, is that it clearly bears the scars of the transition from page to screen. Mainly through how the cutaway fairy-tales that, whilst about different characters, are significant and relevant in their themes to the main story, are cut out. This was particularly sad for me as I was eager to see how this would be done. The most likely explanation is that this would cut down the adaptation to a happy three-parter, so could this be understandable?

One of its many brilliant touches is the ability to be both funny and heart rending at the same time - I can recall scenes where crying and laughing are mixed together(a very messy pairing!).

Charlotte Coleman, Geraldine McEwan and Kenneth Cranham are all outstanding (not forgetting Emily Aston and her asking a confused ice cream seller " What's fornication?"). The whole production team should take a bow as well, with all elements of the project coming together to make something that I feel is one of the high water marks of British TV, and which I tear has ebbed for ever, or at least the foreseeable future. Like the previous reviewer, I watched it at a young age, and can remember whole scenes and strands very clearly, a not inconsiderable feat when I consider all the TV programs I consumed at that age.

Magnificently crafted film involving a young adopted girl's coming of age, under the authority of her priggish and religiously fanatical mother. At times, moving, stark and horrifying. It also portrays wonderful strength in the face of adversity, and the extraordinary power of being able to forgive. The acting is first rate, all the way around, and the end truly left me wishing that a sequel had been on tap.

Because the filmmakers obviously tried to make a close adaptation of Jeanette Winterson's semi-autobiographical novel, as an avid Winterson fan, I cannot help comparing the film with the book. It would be extremely challenging to preserve Winterson's unique, postmodern literary quality in the adapted film.

In the original novel, Winterson objectively examines coming-of-age experiences of an orphan who is adopted to evangelist parents and finds herself a lesbian. The objectivity remains in the film to some extent; a lot of dramatic happenings are quietly described and never get emotional. However, the nature of the film media inevitably forces the audience to identify themselves with protagonist Jess. The analytical aspect of reading Winterson is lost, and if compared, the film just follows the plotline more plainly than the novel does.

Aside from Winterson, the film is a decently executed prototypical British film, on the tradition of British New Wave and Channel 4 productions, and worth watching.