"The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel" is a movie invented in a laboratory, and the lab was staffed by people who know exactly what I want.
These people had an x-ray of my heart on display, and this x-ray led them to toss together: Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Tom Wilkinson, a majestic ibis (I think it's an ibis?), and many stunning shots of glittery palaces and broad rivers. This is all I want from a film. Why do others find this hard to grasp?
The story doesn't matter, but basically it's Judi Dench emerging from a forty-year marriage and realizing she has never had "agency." She travels to India, to a new "retirement" home, to try to do something with her life. She finds a job (her first); she seems to be a kind of coach for telemarketers, and this is appropriate, because she herself has been brutally mistreated by telemarketers. ("I'm sorry your husband has died.....Let me tell you about our attractive new offerings....")
Meanwhile, Tom Wilkinson, approaching the script as if it were "King Lear," does really lovely work as a grieving gay man in search of an old friend.
There are cliches and underwritten patches (the Maggie Smith character doesn't fully make sense to me), but you get to see Judi rising above her material, and her public-speaking scene ("This is the first speech I've ever given in my life") .....is worthy of three or four hankies.
I picked this movie because Roger Ebert championed it--somewhere around one decade ago. Marc and I had a great time.
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