Plot: Charles Hayward (Max Irons) used to be a diplomat/spy in Egypt, but now he is back in London and takes up a business as a private detective. When the rich Aristide Leonides is poisoned in his home, his granddaughter Sophia (Stefanie Martini) calls on Hayward, who was her lover some time ago, to solve the case. Hayward arrives at the Leonides estate to face a complicated family filled with suspects and suspicions.
Crooked House was bad. Holy shit, it was such an exhausting film. I hated it so much, I was very happy that I coincidentally had alcohol-filled chocolates with me so I could dull the pain a little.
Lord Louis Mountbatten (Hugh Bonneville) and his wife Edwina (Gillian Anderson) arrive in India as Mountbatten is tasked with overseeing the transition from India to independence from British colonialism. It’s a job where Mountbatten has a very slim chance to come out on top, as religious and political tensions in India are high. A fact that is also very apparent to Jeet (Manish Dayal), a Hindu who just started working at the Viceroy’s palace. There he finds Aalia (Huma Qureshi) again, a young Muslim woman who he used to be in love with. And while Aalia seems to like Jeet as well, things really aren’t easy.
There were a couple of things I struggled with during the film, but it was an engaging film, albeit one that doesn’t quite manage to be the film it could have been.
Blanche DuBois (Gillian Anderson) comes to visit her sister Stella (Vanessa Kirby) in New Orleans. The two of them come from a family of plantation owners who have been slowly but steadily going bankrupt. Now their plantation (Belle Reve) is gone and Blanche, who has always been a nervous type, is falling apart due to her alcoholism and the fact that she can’t really deal with her growing age and fading looks. Stella is happy to see Blanche, but Stella’s husband Stanley (Ben Foster), a factory worker, doesn’t trust Blanche or her story about how Belle Reve was lost. Blanche herself is shocked about the circumstances Stella lives in. As Blanche’s and Stanley’s worlds collide, something has got to give.
I love A Streetcar Named Desire. It really is one of my favorite plays. And because I love it so much, I have high expectations and a clear image of what the play should be like. Unfortunately, Benedict Andrews did not fulfill them.
Matthew Morgan (Michael Caine) just lost his wife (Jane Alexander) of many years. He moved to France for her even though he barely speaks French and now he’s pretty much lost. And then he meets Pauline (Clémence Poésy) by chance, a young dance teacher who practically picks him up like a stray. Their friendship changes both their lives.
I was disappointed by Mr. Morgan’s Last Love. The movie is too sweet, too forseeable and, worst of all, it is too long. The cast wasn’t bad at all, but ultimately they couldn’t save the plot from itself. It’s still watchable, but you won’t miss much if you don’t see it.
Sidney Young (Simon Pegg), a moderately unsuccessful British celebrity journalist, gets a call from Sharps Magazine (thinly disguised Vanity Fair) one day to come to New York. Thinking he has arrived careerwise at last, he jumps on the plane, leaving everything behind only to discover that he has to work his way up from the bottom, while drooling over upcoming actress Sophie Maes (Megan Fox) and befriending co-worker Alison Olsen (Kirsten Dunst).