The New Criterion blog (which is very good), has a humorous post on the new, modern, and apparently more steamy version of the classic novel by Evelyn Waugh. Unfortunately, it probably won't live up the majesty of the great 1981 BBC version starring Jeremy Irons.
Here is a taste:
"The sacred and profane memoirs of Captain Charles Ryder? We'll just have the profane ones, thanks; we can do without all that other unpleasantness about sin, grace, and the soul. One wonders what the story of the affair, isolated from all that leads up to it, stripped of its theological and therefore emotional dimensions, will have to offer an audience. Silver screen steam in period dress? Don't we already have PBS for that sort of thing?"
And from the same blog, more on the Alasdair MacIntyre-Pope Benedict XVI connection.