Noi is completely wrapped up in William Dorrit, both as an irritating fool and a pathetically tragic figure. Undoubtedly Dickens’s most nuanced view of his own father, and Tom Courtenay does extraordinary justice to the part. The little scene between John Chivery and the old man was brilliantly touching – warm yet bleak at the same time. It’s really in the small bits and pieces of detail that this adaptation shines – though it excels in the big scenes also.
The last few episodes have caught the coldness of wealth in a wonderful manner. You long for Amy to return to where she belongs as much as she herself does.
Incidentally I’ve never understood those approaches to literature that don’t let you feel for the characters. I’m pretty sure Dickens wouldn’t have understood them either, so I’m in the best company there.