Whereas the first film about this exotic hotel for the elderly and the beautiful in Jaipur, India, was delightful, the second in the series (please, movie gods, no franchise) fulfills that old declaration that sequels bring in dependable dollars even if they aren't as good as the mothermovie.
The title does not refer to the Sixties’ idiom for “wife.” Rather, it refers to a real a 90-year-old woman who seems to come along with the apartment in Paris willed to a son by his dying father. That son, Mathias Gold, is 57 years and 11 months.
To celebrate its 50th anniversary, the National Theatre of Great Britain has prepared a film nummy smorgasbord. On the writing essay screen of the Tivoli Theatre, playing only on Sunday December 8 at noon, you can join in the celebration.
This movie should be so much better. It squats solidly at the mediocre level, but, mercy! It should have been so much better, what with the proven actor, Dustin Hoffman, serving as director, and a roster of stars that should have sparkled all over the place.