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"Don't let this delightfully frothy drawing-room comedy get lost between the sofa cushions."
If something "frothy" got "lost between the sofa cushions," you'd probably need to shampoo your couch.
I'll watch just about anything with Frances McDormand. She's a genius. I love her.
but is it worth $6-10 a ticket? That's the problem I run into with films these days. I'll probably wait for this to come to Netflix. I also find I prefer watching comedies at home. I can pause, giggle, then restart without missing another good line.
This is my absolute favorite book in the world, and I'm so excited to see the movie. Based on the previews, it looks like the movie stayed pretty faithful.
Y'all should go out and read this book... it's one of the funniest, lightest books I've ever read.
I read the book on the recommendation of trustworthy friends who know I like frothy British period pieces. I was put off by the resolution, in which Delysia winds up with a man who promises to knock her around from time to time. Sorry if that spoils anything for anyone, but I trust the filmmakers have been sensible enough to omit this theme.
Funny, I heard Miss Pettigrew say "They don't remember the last one" referring to all the other characters in the movie, who are at least 20 years younger than she and Joe are. And he replies, "No, they don't." It makes for a very different scene.
Right you are, goreedgo. Those are the lines I heard. Delightful moment as these two older, wiser, tested-by-life characters find common ground in a roomful of young, superficial social climbers. Good movie.
I definitely heard "They don't remember the last one" / "No, they don't."
Stephanie - please update your review!
For exactly the reasons you describe.
A friend of mine was saying the other day that one problem with American movies is that the quality middlebrow film has nearly disappeared. I thought of her observation while watching "Miss Pettigrew." It would fit comfortably in the old Hollywood tradition that we associate with the Golden Age of movies, and that's a good thing. (Mitchell Leisen would have given it that extra little bit of sparkle, had he been the director, circa 1939. But Bharat Nalluri did fine.)