Screenwriter Nicholson's directorial debut is pure hokum from the get-go. With a psuedo-feminist slant but plenty of pent-up lust on display, Firelight is a silly tale of a young lass in need of money who screws a financially challenged English aristocrat (aren't they all?) played with gloomy restraint by Stephen Dillane. They seem to enjoy pawing each other, but she gives up the child born of their union.
Several years later, she develops a serious case of seller's remorse and complications ensue. Nicholson rips off everything from The Secret Garden to Rebecca, but there are no literary smarts on display and the narrative stumbles at every turn.
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