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There is nothing like a Dame - or two ...
Last night Reading Film Theatre showed Ladies in Lavender. As we waited, I speculated with kharin that we were, in fact, going to receive an address from Michael Howard, as the average age of the punters was surely 65. Pre-programme entertainment was provided by the old folks just behind us, speaking publicly and shamelessly about their (and their absent friends') ailments. Perhaps it should have been called Audience in Lavender.

The pace was gentle, almost soporific at times (though perhaps that was just our fellow filmgoers' medication wafting through the air). If Dench and Smith were Premier League, then the Championship was represented by Miriam Margoyles (in "playing a grumpy domestic servant"-shock), Geoffery Bayldon (in "playing an old man"-shock), David Warner, Freddie Jones, and Peter Cellier (aka Sir Frank in Yes Prime Minister). The dodgy foreigners were played by Daniel Brühl and Natascha McElhone in what was, variously, a comedy of manners, nostalgia, prejudice, and triumph. In some ways, 1930s Cornwall is a very different place from Britain today; in others, perhaps not so different.

This post is probably the place to remember that in January we also saw The Life and Death of Peter Sellers, an altogether different film, both funny and tragic. Perhaps even more so in this case, it's a film worth watching for the acting rather than the story, as Geoffrey Rush plays Peter Sellers (and takes turns at almost everyone else) and Miriam Margoyles is his awful mother.

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