It would be the last night of Briony Tallis' childhood, that sultry summer evening in 1935 when the imaginative 13-year-old bolted from her family's baronial estate to hunt for her runaway twin cousins.
As the precocious novelist inhaled the animal smells of grazing cattle and rutting humans, she fancied she saw something not just naughty but criminal. Point of view is everything, is it not?
Atonement, Joe Wright's ravishing adaptation of Ian McEwan's exquisitely devastating 2001 novel, is about the day in the life of the Tallis family that reverberates down the century. Among other things, this bombshell of a day divides childhood from adulthood, peace from war, old classbound England from the new, democratic model. Most of all, it divides sin from expiation.