Same person, no difference at all

Orlando

(1992)

When this was new, almost 20 years ago, Tilda Swinton was new to me as well, and I was wild about her, not so much about the film. But I was younger and dumber and, I suspect, less comfortable with the notion of sexual fluidity. Now I find it an extraordinary piece of work--I'd certainly forgotten how funny it is--that unfortunately lands with a thud when a young and callow Billy Zane turns up. Fortunately, that's near the end, and he can do little damage but to clunk up a couple of scenes.