It would be exaggerating perhaps, to describe the second of Krzysztof Kieslowski's Three Colours trilogy, White (World, 9.30pm) as a comedy, although it is certainly extremely funny at times. The story of a Polish hairdresser, who emigrates to France when he marries a French woman, and six months later finds himself a penniless, passportless, ex-husband busking in the Paris Metro, has plenty of sad moments too. The way Kieslowski combines the two is what makes the film a masterpiece, although perhaps not one to everybody's taste. Mindful of this, on American newspaper ran a review with a warning at the bottom: 'In French and Polish with subtitles, contains sexual situations and European irony.' Zbigniew Zamachowski plays Karol, who finally gets a break for a change when a compatriot recognises the tune he is playing in the Metro as a Polish one, and makes him an offer he cannot refuse. Come back to Poland with me, says his new friend, I will smuggle you back as excess luggage and it won't cost you a thing. And in return, there is someone I would like you to kill. Karol accepts, of course, and the trunk he is squeezed into, of course, doesn't quite make it back to its rightful owner. He spends the rest of the film trying to climb upward again to some kind of equality with his ex-wife, Dominique (Julie Delpy). Zamachowski is very amusing as Karol, reborn as a spivvy, aspiring crook and businessman, and Delpy is chillingly convincing as Dominque. It is not the kind of marriage one comes across often, thankfully, but it is in a perverse way a love affair we can believe in. The same is not quite true of the marriage in Wide Sargasso Sea (Pearl, 9.30pm) which is based on the extremely respectable prequel to Jane Eyre, by British novelist Jean Rhys. What Rhys's book sought to establish was how Mr Rochester came to marry his first wife, and why by the time he met Jane, the first Mrs R was a raving lunatic he kept locked in the attic. Unfortunately, the story is less literature than bodice ripper, if handled carelessly. The young handsome Mr Rochester (Nathaniel Parker) went out to the Caribbean looking for adventure and met the spirited, impoverished heiress Antoinette. A marriage is promptly arranged, and for a while it's all humping under sweaty mosquito nets, and then Rochester begins to tire of it all and to dream, perhaps, of a frumpy, simple governess and cold English winters. Parker is very fetching and menacing, and Karina Lombard manages to convey poor Antoinette's disintegration, and director John Duigan almost carries the story off. But in the end there are too many cliches of steamy sex scenes and voodoo spells, and not quite enough psychological insights.