I barely remember the original, my parents disapproved, but I do remember the incredible sexual presence of Susan Penhaligon and the brooding intensity of Frank Finlay. Neither of which seems to have been captured by the cast of the remake. Eve and Norris are fine players in their own right but seem to have been lumbered with a script that has all the finesse and subtlety of a Big Mac. Poots, lovely girl though she is, lacks any sort of mystique or depth playing nothing more than a typical dippy teenager and as for the Yorkie lad, you don't get much more unmemorable and two-dimensional, 'appen.
Perhaps this is born out of the need for the "immediate gratification" generation to be served "classic drama lite" on a plate in 3 easily digested episodes where everything is spelled out for the hard of thinking. Do we not have the patience any more to allow characters to develop and their motivation to be suggested rather than spelled out?
There are two episodes yet to go and we can but hope some depth can be developed and the workings of the characters understood, otherwise it'll just be a case of "everyone hopped into bed with everyone else" and none the wiser as to what was really driving the characters. That said, some things need to be left unsaid - as in the original - otherwise an superb psychological drama will end up no more than a soap.