Disillusioned with our modern world? Why not journey back into an idyllic past, when trains were benign, anthropomorphic creatures rather than sources of commuter angst, red petticoats held life-saving powers, and it was perfectly all right for children to accept sweets from a stranger.
That’s not to say Mike Kenny’s crisp adaptation of Edith Nesbit’s 1906 novel is devoid of contemporary resonance; the tale of a refugee writer persecuted for daring to question the ruling regime is almost uncomfortably topical. This Edwardian story also carries a timely defence of the Welfare State, with an emphasis on helping your fellow man rather than letting the most needy slip through the cracks. In Nesbit’s liberal utopia, no good deed goes unrewarded.
