A period excursion into unnecessary suffering, leaving a wide open opportunity for gloriously pained performances and a steady dispensing of anguish, but Summer in February just doesn't register as intended.
Cooper stomps around ineffectually, Stevens makes for a blandly tame suitor, and Browning is unable to ignite any chemistry with either. The scenery is stunning. But the swooning has all the heat of a midwinter's swim.
No sooner has Downton's Dan Stevens cast off Cousin Matthew's tweeds than he's back on screen as a stiff-upper-lipped toff. And if this wasn't typecasting enough, he's playing another thoroughly decent chap who is yearning after a flighty young woman.