This year I was very surprised by the list of nominees for best picture. There weren’t any films I thought to add, but the list was wimpy. Maybe it was just a bad year for movies or maybe I’m being picky. I can tell which pictures the academy is serious about and which they just added to fill up a slot.
Stephen Frears’ “
,” is a heartfelt (and true) story of an old Irish woman’s quest to find her son that she gave up for adoption 50 years ago. Philomena Lee (Judi Dench) sets off to find her son with the help of a recently unemployed journalist, Martin Sixsmith (Steve Coogan).
While the film was tear jerking, the development of the characters wasn’t strong. Sixsmith doesn’t need much convincing to take on this seemingly puff-piece, human-interest story, even though he doesn’t want to do it. Though we do see a change in Sixsmith’s personality by the end of the journey, we don’t see it in effect during the film.
Lee’s unexpected attitude gave some laughs during the film. She flip-flopped from being a sweet-ole-Irish granny not wanting to disturb anyone, to a driven, angry mother demanding for answers and using fowl language.
The movie was heartwarming and fun...