
The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel movie review: return visit
There’s not much of a story, just a chance to spend more time with the gang of classy sexy randy oldsters. And that’s just fine.

There’s not much of a story, just a chance to spend more time with the gang of classy sexy randy oldsters. And that’s just fine.

One of the rare movies that gets absolutely everything right, bursting with happy-tears emotion about solidarity, friendship, and smashing bigotry.

It’s alive! In a technical sense: images flicker on the screen, etc. But it is a soulless, unholy monstrosity. Behold: the movie without a protagonist!

Arbitrary and inconsistent rules of time travel in aid of creepy romantic manipulation and temporal stalking. But hey, at least it’s got Bill Nighy!
And now we learn the secret of that dreadful Clash of the Titans movie from a coupla years back. Its incoherence? Its soullessness? All by design.
Kooky-cutesy dramedy about British pensioners who retire to India, where they can be treated poorly in all new and exotic ways…

Is there sweet? Absolutely. But it is cut with funny: sometimes wicked, sometimes manic, often hysterical, always clever funny. And a whole lotta poignant, too.
Holy mole-y! It’s a geek girl’s dream cast.
Behold! It’s a romantic comedy about a young woman who’s not looking for a boyfriend! A rom-com about a human female whose life is not consumed by the terror that she will be Alone Forever! A rom-com about a person of the not-male persuasion who has ambitions beyond the romantic!
With Bill Nighy, who makes everything worth seeing.