February 28, 2008
Are these people mad? This movie is not charming, sweet and funny. It is a five-kleenex weepie. The most brilliant and tremendously moving part of Renee Zellweger's performance is the section after Norman's untimely death, when she just doesn't know what to do with herself and her grief and anger (if her parents hadn't forced her to agree to a temporary separation she could have spent those precious few months with him, been with him when he died, whereas she arrived just too late to see him alive, and hasn't the consolation of being an acknowledged widow, since their engagement was a secret from everyone but the sister). The whole point of the movie is that nowadays, a chap might well reach for their sawn-off and entertainingly dismember the unkind parents who gave them such unfortunate advice, but in late Victorian times a lady's grief turned inwards and began to destroy her - until rescued and saved from autolysis by the excellent Emily Watson as the sister. This is what makes the movie memorable and worth-while, not the bunnies or the pout. But don't see it unless you are prepared to be made very, very sad.