In this courtroom drama a major in the British Army charges a fellow officer with slander after he accuses the former of cheating in a high-stakes poker game during a weekend shooting party. All of the sins of the British upper class--lying, cheating, adultery, avarice, gambling, drinking--are on display.
I just couldn't wrap my head around these people getting all worked up because Guy A accused Guy B of cheating during a game of poker, especially when the real issue - that nobody would talk about - was that Guy B was sleeping with Guy A's wife. So let's sweep all the adultery under the table and drag everyone into court for a he-said, he-said argument over whether or not someone had a 3 of diamonds in their hand. Seriously? And then cheating B's holier-than-thou, long-suffering wife dashes back from her self-imposed exile in New Zealand to stand by her man? Gag me. Way too much "regimental honour" b.s. going on here. Nice theatrical courtroom flourish at the end, though.