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By Mike Wilmington Wilmington@moviecitynews.com

Wilmington on DVDs: The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel; The Cabin in the Woods

 

 

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THE BEST EXOTIC MARIGOLD HOTEL (Three Stars)
U.K.: John Madden, 2012 (20th Century Fox)

Some countries have massive oil deposits; some have huge veins of silver or gold. England is blessed with a large, constantly replenished reservoir of prime acting talent: probably more great (and good) stage and movie actors than any almost other place that leaps to mind. (All that and Shakespeare too.)
A goodly number of those first-class English actors (seven) play sizable roles in the truly sparkling ensemble of the highly likable and engaging new British film The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Expertly, poignantly and wittily, they portray seven elderly or more-than-middle-aged Londoners who have responded to (or fallen for) the persuasive and colorful advertisements for an establishment in Jaipur, India, called, also, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
This Hotel is a supposedly upscale lodging place for British retirees. And the guests are embodied by a treasure house of British theatrical and film talent: Tom Wilkinson as Graham Dashwood (a judge who grew up in India), Maggie Smith as Muriel Donnelly (a longtime housekeeper seething with prejudice), Ronald Pickup as Norman Cousins (unattached and still on the prowl), Celia Imre as Maggie Hardcastle (ditto), Bill Nighy and Penelope Wilton as Douglas and Jean Ainslie (a solidly incompatible couple) and, also serving as the film‘s narrator (through her blog), Judi Dench as the warm-hearted, cast-adrift widow Evelyn Greenslade.
The movie — based by director John Madden and screenwriter Ol Parker on Deborah Moogach‘s novel, “These Foolish Things“ — is a nice little comedy-drama, intelligently made and beautifully designed and shot. But the acting is what makes it special. That glittering cast of British senior stars are a magnificent seven. Ee should be thankful for them, and also for their junior colleagues in the movie, including Dev Patel, who plays their much younger host, the burblingly enthusiastic and self-deceiving Sonny Kapoor. Sonny owns the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (inherited from his father), and he also manages it, has prepared the glowing advertising — and has, shall we say, exaggerated. Compared to most luxury hotels, the Exotic is a little seedy, and, thanks to Sonny, not particularly well-run — though, with its classic Satyajit-Ray-film décor, it looked great to me.

Patel’s face will be familiar; he played the contestant on Slumdog Millionaire. Perhaps he was a bit intimidated by his fellow actors here — as well he should be — because he overplays a little –noticeable when you compare him to such masters of subtlety and insight as Wilkinson and Dench, such a grande dame of stylish wit as Maggie Smith (here doing to the servant class, what she usually does to the rich), and such a wizard of the odd and offbeat as Nighy — as well as such sturdy artists of emotion or humor as Pickup, Imre and Wilton.

The seven guests are the key to the tale, and they’re the reason to watch the film. Madden and Parker devote some time to Sonny’s problems with his lovely fiancee, Suneina (Tena Desae), and with his stubborn mother (Lillete Dubey), crises that include both the travails of hotel management and of potential marrriage in a society with a tradition of arranged marriages. But mostly what we follow — and what we’re primarily interested in — are the star guests. The most poignant turn belongs to Wilkerson as Graham, portraying, with restraint and keen perception, a gay man at the end of his life trying to re-connect with the Indian friend who was the love of his life, whom he hasn’t seen since youth, and whom he believes he permanently wronged. The most likeable guest is Dench as Evelyn, beguilingly showing us the difficulties of  adjusting to life without the person (her late husband) who shaped and ordered her world. The funniest is Smith. A genius of timing as always, she starts off the movie as an outspoken bigot, and undergoes that gratifying change of heart we see often enough in movies and too seldom in life.

Imre and Pickup, as Madge and Norman, show us that sex springs eternal — and Nighy and Wilton, as the incompatible Ainslies, show us that rotten marriages do as well. It’s a rare delight watching all of them. The direction by Madden — who gave Judi Dench one of her finest hours, and also her finest ten minutes, in Mrs. Brown and Shakespeare in Love — keeps the film’s gentler and more languorous pace humming and the comedy and drama smoothly interwoven. If there’s a problem with the film, it’s in the script, which is a bit too pat, a bit too brisk .

SPOILER ALERT

Arguments flare up at the right moment; problems are solved with implausible inevitability; people even die on schedule. The script, while good in some respects, lacks the sort of life (or theatrical life) that all films need and that the best actors, the best Brits particularly, always supply, and that they supply here.

END OF ALERT

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is still an often admirable show, and it’s especially laudable in its ambition to show us the kind of humans too often marginalized in our own movies: old people, who often love movies and usually have time to watch them, yet remain a market unwisely untapped. That market is well-mined well here, by England‘s main resource, some of its glorious actors. So Madden’s film is good, but it could have been better.

Oh well, Life could be better too. And, come to think of it, there’s nothing wrong with a nice little comedy-drama.

CO-PICK:

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS  (Also Blu-ray/DVD/U.V./Digital Combo Pack) (Three and a Half Stars)

U.S.: Drew Goddard, 2012 (Lions Gate)

….Or with a spooky little horror movie, set in a cabin in the woods. I mean, how many times can you watch (or remake, or experience) The Evil Dead, before your whole world starts changing, in bizarre ways, all around you — both the Evil and The Dead parts?

In The Cabin in the Woods, director-writer Drew Goddard and producer-writer Joss Whedon deconstruct the neo-classic post-modern horror movie, then reconstruct it into something wittier, hipper, more aware, more spoiler-alert-worthy (FALSE ALARM) and much more entertaining. As we watch, our expectations often undermined, five engaging and very familiar youth-types get together for a weekend in the woods — hunk-athlete-hero Curt (Chris Hemsworth), his adventurous and available girlfriend Jules (Anna Hutchison), her  better-behaved gal/pal Dana (Kristen Connolly), geeky comedian Marty (Fran Kranz) and Dana‘s smart date Holden (Jesse Williams.)

Night falls. Branches rustle. Harbingers warn. Blood gushes. Evil things lurk. There’s a nightmare in the deep dark forest. There’s monster lore in the basement, and maybe some monsters too. There are two guys in lab coats (Richard Jenkins), putzing around and jabbering away. (What are they doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t Jenkins be out scrounging around like a citizen, looking for Oscars or something? ) So when does  the killing and mutilation and screaming start? Who gets it first? (Don’t be impatient. They will. After all, fan boys have rights and expectations and hard-earned cash too.)

I don’t like too many modern horror movies, because most of them seem to have been written with the aid of a Ouija board. But The Cabin in the Woods, probably thanks to Goddard and Whedon as well as their energetic cast and crack crew, is something else. It’s clever. It’s inventive. It doesn’t just keep racing all around, trying to squeeze blood out of turnips, or gore out of turkeys, or money out of massacres. Goddard and Whedon actually seem to be trying to surprise and amuse us and get us to use our brains a little, in a sort of Phildickian way — and not just divert us by tossing fresh maniacs and brand-new chainsaws around, and trying to scare the crap out of us with every spooky device from Edgar Allan Poe on. A lot of the time, they do.

Well, that’s what movies are for, aren’t they? That’s what audiences want, isn’t it? Part of that audience is said to have walked out of The Cabin in the Woods, and I only hope they didn’t trip and befoul themselves on their way rushing to the latest Saw or Paranormal Activity.

Zombies and beasts and vampires and sadistic maniacs and unexorcised devils aren’t the only subjects available to horror movies, or presidential campaigns, and The Cabin in the Woods proves it. So deconstruct away, dudes. SPOILER ALERT. This movie is actually worth watching, at least when the Harbinger is on screen.  And most of the time when he isn’t, too. END OF ALERT. Dig it. Boo!

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