British cinema goes up, up and away in a beautiful balloon at the start of Enduring Love. Perfectly realised, it's one of the most haunting opening sequences in recent memory - a waking nightmare played out against the lush green fields and clear blue skies of an English summer. True, the rest of Roger Michell's adaptation of Ian McEwan's psycho-lit novel never reaches the same heights but it's still a quietly impressive thriller about a university lecturer (Daniel Craig, smouldering) stalked by an obsessive Jesus-freak (Rhys Ifans, twitchy) after a ballooning accident. As the men get in each others' faces, they both begin to crack, one oozing middle-class embarrassment turning to anger and the other lonely, deluded and prone to singing the Beach Boys at inappropriate moments. A sinister tale with the power to endure.

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""It's a bit like war - - it's 99 percent agonising and frustration, and 1 percent terror"," is how Michell describes battling with his balloon in a featurette dedicated to the opening sequence. It's a topic he returns to at the start of his gab track with producer Kevin Loader, before yakking about everything from contemporary British sculpture to Craig's Speedos. Once the commentary's out the way, there's little else worth bothering with. The only curiosity is a short film, Burst, about a movie star surrounded by red balloons.