The billboard reminded me so deeply of the ineffectual efforts on Johnny English that my interest was kindled only when the plastic disc came out.
While brisk discussions are mostly on Tamsin Egerton's seemingly under-aged topless scene, I find the deadpan Mr Bean's love scene (technically not exactly a sex scene) is also worth talking about because in the first place I didn't expect anything surprising or novel from him, but now this one is the one. A sigh to this sub-plot that the "body-seal defence mechanism" of the perpetually profanity-free comedian is pronounced insensitized and he goes with the Hollywood tide to get primitive with an actress and show some flesh as a "good fellow vicar", though the related plot is about normal conjugal behaviour. The time and tide peels off the coating of the Bean. Is this his virgin exposure? Might or could be. How many on-screen bed-mates has he had? Blank mind.
Skimming through the stellar cast list, my eyes got caught by the time-tested thespian Lady, Maggie Smith. Very sure acting has fused into each and every one of her cells. To see her acting is a high enjoyment. Without doubt, she is good at being characters of power like Mother General of a convent, the head of an illustrious family of nobility Yet as a "little grace (Grace)" to the Goodfellows, she incarnates wonderfully a minister's daughter, a betrayed wife with crooked idea of justice embedded inside her head: I disapprove them so I drown them. In actuality, MS just needs to sit down and you then look at her, immediately what you can have is poise, patrician air, English elegance and refinement. Dame Maggie Smith is an exclusive label.
I would not say the Goodfellow's problems in the story are fabrication. On the contrary, the cruel reality is that they may be encroaching many families even in a vicar's home and not only in the UK: dysfunctional but supposed religious family or figures, sexless marriage, the affair of a vicar's bored wife, the physically weak (the pregnant English Grace Hawkins and also her aged version) killing the physically strong (Lance the American) by drowning, sending a murderer to help is God's mysterious way, a murderer mother whom you have never met suddenly appears at your doorstep Mostly these are of some heaviness in life, yet they are dealt lightly or casually in the story. The black humour showcased is sheerly English (not even British).
The life of an everyone-knows-everyone closed society of a 57-head village is well captured. Neighbours watch the living of one another, they gossip, they wonder about the absence of the vicar's wife after the Sunday morning service, their time is spent on the trivia of Wallop. Another noteworthy feature is the wardrobe of Kristin Scott Thomas. It makes KS Thomas looks exactly like an English country housewife. I just recall her graceful appearance as a noble lady, a successful and well-off businesswoman or a rich man's wife in other works. A village vicar's wife? Cosmetic and clothes are much on demand to turn her into a down-to-earth and plain woman, and bingo! God's way is mysterious. And Grace Hawkins's way is also dark and mysterious too. The film had better be renamed: "Sneaky mum" or "Freaky mom".
While brisk discussions are mostly on Tamsin Egerton's seemingly under-aged topless scene, I find the deadpan Mr Bean's love scene (technically not exactly a sex scene) is also worth talking about because in the first place I didn't expect anything surprising or novel from him, but now this one is the one. A sigh to this sub-plot that the "body-seal defence mechanism" of the perpetually profanity-free comedian is pronounced insensitized and he goes with the Hollywood tide to get primitive with an actress and show some flesh as a "good fellow vicar", though the related plot is about normal conjugal behaviour. The time and tide peels off the coating of the Bean. Is this his virgin exposure? Might or could be. How many on-screen bed-mates has he had? Blank mind.
Skimming through the stellar cast list, my eyes got caught by the time-tested thespian Lady, Maggie Smith. Very sure acting has fused into each and every one of her cells. To see her acting is a high enjoyment. Without doubt, she is good at being characters of power like Mother General of a convent, the head of an illustrious family of nobility Yet as a "little grace (Grace)" to the Goodfellows, she incarnates wonderfully a minister's daughter, a betrayed wife with crooked idea of justice embedded inside her head: I disapprove them so I drown them. In actuality, MS just needs to sit down and you then look at her, immediately what you can have is poise, patrician air, English elegance and refinement. Dame Maggie Smith is an exclusive label.
I would not say the Goodfellow's problems in the story are fabrication. On the contrary, the cruel reality is that they may be encroaching many families even in a vicar's home and not only in the UK: dysfunctional but supposed religious family or figures, sexless marriage, the affair of a vicar's bored wife, the physically weak (the pregnant English Grace Hawkins and also her aged version) killing the physically strong (Lance the American) by drowning, sending a murderer to help is God's mysterious way, a murderer mother whom you have never met suddenly appears at your doorstep Mostly these are of some heaviness in life, yet they are dealt lightly or casually in the story. The black humour showcased is sheerly English (not even British).
The life of an everyone-knows-everyone closed society of a 57-head village is well captured. Neighbours watch the living of one another, they gossip, they wonder about the absence of the vicar's wife after the Sunday morning service, their time is spent on the trivia of Wallop. Another noteworthy feature is the wardrobe of Kristin Scott Thomas. It makes KS Thomas looks exactly like an English country housewife. I just recall her graceful appearance as a noble lady, a successful and well-off businesswoman or a rich man's wife in other works. A village vicar's wife? Cosmetic and clothes are much on demand to turn her into a down-to-earth and plain woman, and bingo! God's way is mysterious. And Grace Hawkins's way is also dark and mysterious too. The film had better be renamed: "Sneaky mum" or "Freaky mom".