I’m not sure of the reaction “across the pond” to the journalism-in-action drama “Scoop,” an account of how the BBC landed its monarchy-rocking intervew that proved the utter undoing of then-Prince Andrew, the Duke of York.

On this side of the Atlantic, it seems well cast and well-acted, but fundmentally misguided, dry and heartless.

The analogies one can see here make it a lightweight “Frost/Nixon,” an emotionally adrift “The Queen” and a “Spencer” with performances but no punch. None.

Rufus Sewell‘s uncanny interpretation/impersonation of the 60ish (when he was interviewed) Andrew, friend of Jeffrey Epstein even AFTER his first conviction of crimes connected to connected to procuring underage girls for prostitution, is the chief recommendation of this bland drama from the director of TV’s “The Crown” and “Catherine the Great.”

Sewell makes the guy a charming, jokey creep, whose worst sin on camera might have been his aloof dismissal of the most pointed accusations, and his blithe disregard of the gravity of it all.

“I really don’t understand why everyone’s obsessed with my friendship with Jeffrey Epstein,” he cracks in the meeting made to set up the interview. “I knew Jimmy Savile so much better.”

Nothing like laughing off your association with an American pedophile by mentioning your connection with an infamous British one.

The film is based on a book by the show-booker for the BBC’s “News Night,” whose producer (Romola Garai) likes referring to their in-depth interviews, conducted by seasoned and self-serious Emily Maitlis (Gillian Anderson), as “forensic.”

They’re that serious. It’s their brand.

The film’s fundamental flaw may be in its point of view, as it’s mostly told through the eyes of that booker-author, Sam McAlister/ She’s played by Billie Piper as a single mom who isn’t really fitting in at the stodgy, posh but budget-strapped and layoff-prone BBC.

“She’d very ‘Daily Mail,'” aka downmarket, argumentative and gossipy, a segment producer says of her. But Sam is the one with the contacts with the first “pap” (paparazzo) to stalk Andrew on “the last” of his New York visits to the brothel Epstein was running out of his East 71st townhouse. She’s the one with the contact “inside the palace,” the scandalized Duke’s press liaison (Keeley Hawes).

And she’s the palace contacts when the scandal, that simmers for a decade of “no comment,” seems to overwhelm the Duke’s “good works” and makes him want to tidy up his image. That’s exactly the moment that the authorities finally swoop in on the sex trafficker Epstein and Prince Andrew’s “problem that won’t go away” becomes a crisis.

The film shows Sam’s recognition that the teens on her double-decker bus-ride home are the same age as Epsteins “nubiles,” “warehoused” in Manhattan and on his “sex island. That’s supposed to raise the stakes of the crime, humanize the tragedy and generate revulsion. It falls flat.

The most exciting sequence opens the picture as that pap (Connor Swindells) stalks and struggles to get that one damning shot of Andrew and Epstein together in 2010, nine years before events lead to that infamous interview.

Anderson adds another fine real-life Brit characterization to her resume, capturing the privilege, ego and performative journalism of a quietly relentless interviewer who knows she has to get the questions right, and in the right order, to make this weakest of the Windsors hang himself with his words on camera.

But an American watching this is entitled to puzzle over why the “scoop” matters more than the allegations, and the press coverage — almost limited here to Britain’s state TV — minimizes the victims as it gins up outrage at that moment’s most infamous royal.

Sewell is the best reason to see this, if not the only one. He allows us to watch this interview as it unfolds and Andrew thinks he’s doing fine, even when he starts making denials based on claims that he hasn’t “perspired” since the Falklands War (valor shaming) and admitting nothing more than “bad judgment” in making and keeping friends.

Sewell’s Andrew isn’t an idiot. But he elevates tone-deafness to a cardinal sin, and gives us the impression that he might blame his beloved mother for the diffident creeper he turned out to be, no matter how good a “judge of character” his “mummy” always claimed to be, especially when it came to her “favorite.”

Rating: TV-14

Cast: Gillian Anderson, Billie Piper, Keeley Hawes, Romala Garai and Rufus Sewell

Credits: Directed by Philip Martin, scripted by Geoff Bussetil and Peter Moffat, based on a book by Sam McAllister. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:42