Have had a strange weekend for movies...watched "Nanny McPhee" last night. Didn't care at all for the children, which rather wasn't supposed to be the point, I think. Emma was good, as was Colin. But....lush production design and a lovely, if overdone, underscore. Supporting cast were marvelous.
But there's so little humor...the gag reel...well, it could make you gag, but it wasn't funny.
Early this afternoon I watched "My House in Umbria" -- and here was a movie I wanted to love very much. But what a bothersome, annoying and thoroughly disagreeable character Maggie Smith portrayed. She had good qualities, but were we supposed to think she was the best guardian for the girl, Amy? She constantly had a drink in her hands, she imposed herself upon Chris Cooper's married character (Amy's uncle) and she was constantly smoking and being maudlin. I can't recall being more disappointed in a film.
To take the edge off, I revisited two wonderful entertainments: For the sheer wizardry of it, I relished "The Day After Tomorrow". And for the magnificence and literateness of it, "A Room With A View."
All is now right with the world.