Today’s movie, Mrs. Palfrey at The Claremont, tells stories of friendships and the development of families. I believe families are made up of people, by choice, rather than by the old fashioned method. Your family are the people you meet along life’s path who relate to you; and they may, or more frequently from my experience, may not be related to you.
You can see a trailor for Mrs. Palfrey at The Claremont to get a sense of the beautifully presented oh-so-British acting expertise, the beautiful settings, and the superbly lit sets. The lighting was exceptional – consistently seemless transfers from indoors to out, which coupled with the sensitive music made the movie a rich delight. Enviable – I would have been very proud to have been involved with the production.
Here’s a quick synopsis of the story – Mrs Palfrey, an elegant elderly lady, recently widowed, moves from Scotland to London to be near to her grandson, Desmond. It’s unclear why she bothered. He doesn’t return any of her phone calls, nor does he visit her. A twist of events brings Mrs Palfrey together with Ludovic Meyer, a young writer. He notes that they both have ridiculous names.
Ludo helps Mrs. Palfrey by pretending to be her grandson, convincing the other off-beat elderly residents of the Claremont believe that she really does have a grandson. Ludo and Mrs Palfrey find out they have a lot in common with each other, and their friendship becomes increasingly deeper. Turns out Ludo likes the poems of William Blake, as did Mrs Palfrey’s husband. Me too, as it happens.
The real grandson shows up at the hotel, and things get a little tangled. I think Desmond is the weakest character in the film – he’s bad – not in an evil kind of way, but in a two dimensional, cardboard cutout Punch and Judy show kind of way. I’m not 100% that the film couldn’t have managed without him. Nothing to do with the actor, just the character itself seemed thin, and borderline irrelevant.
Really good movie, good sound Bristish story, delicious technically, at least four tissues maybe more.