
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.

Winners are indicated. I got 16/24. Pretty good, if I may say so myself.
A cry-till-you-laugh-dramedy about seeking lost family and finding new purpose; Judi Dench and Steve Coogan are fantastic. Seriously, though: bring Kleenex.

Steve Coogan, Judi Dench, Stephen Frears. So much goodness in yet another story about the inhuman awfulness of the Catholic Church. Hooray, I guess.

I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.
Should we get Judi Dench into a Fast & Furious movie? Ian McKellen into Alvin & the Chipmunks? Marion Cotillard into a Hangover flick? How about a new Rush Hour movie starring Will Smith and Doona Bae?

What we witness here is the destruction of the old Bond mystique, and the creation of a new one. This is the sneaky cleverness of the film: it is, at last, going to tell us why Bond still matters.
Capping overall FX and marketing budgets might make a difference, but it’s hard to imagine the studios agreeing to that… and even if they did, who would enforce it?
Kooky-cutesy dramedy about British pensioners who retire to India, where they can be treated poorly in all new and exotic ways…
Supply the plot, too, if you like. Or just tease us with a title that makes us salivate just imagining what it could be about…