I was pleasantly surprised that S3 was far better than I had feared despite frantic scene flipping that reminded me of a slide format; the book is too long to fit 5 DVD discs. The script writers succumb to the usual confusion between Yanklish and British English although not as foolishly as in S2. The very worst clanger was in completely bowdlerising the character of Mr. Willoughby in that annoying way Americans can patronise a character by applying political correctness. The book Mr. W. Is an intelligent and complex character in great pain from being alienated from his land and culture. The show Mr. W. Is Disneyfied into a saintly cliche who saves the day by preaching kind of pseudo sermon. The script writers get around the uncomfortable fact that Chinese gentlemen until fairly recently fancied sniffing bound feet by relocating the fetish to licking elbows.
336 Banana Points