This is the kind of movie that my wife and mother would love to watch together. They'd hunker down with some tea and cookies and, even if it were summer, wrap themselves in blankets. After a few beers my snide comments about fluffy girl movies would get me expelled from the room.
But watching football on the four-inch kitchen TV I'd miss a nice turn by Frances McDormand as the desperate and out-of-work governess. Miss Pettigrew is her name and she fakes her way into a job as social secretary to cabaret singer Delysia Lafosse (Amy Adams). Lafosse has all kinds of problems, most of them male, and it turns out she needs Pettigrew for more than just scheduling. She needs the courage to dump the slick, rich guys who use her for a variety of entertainment. It actually does get a little thicker than that, and you find that it isn't just Pettigrew posing as someone she isn't. Add the foreboding sound of air raid sirens of London on the brink of the second World War, and you get some emotion other than the drippy love stuff.
Beware: With McDormand's well-muscled face dimpling into expressions that could be seen from the gallery, and Adams leaping about in an overacted part of a sad-on-the-inside struggling actress, it's almost like you're watching a play.
Who Will Like This: Ladies, grab some lunch and spend no more than the matinee price to catch this Cinderella story.
Secret to Better Enjoyment: Will Pettigrew ever get to eat?
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This is unfortunately another movie I believe my wife will be dragging me to see. I wonder if she will make it more than 10 minutes before the tissues are needed. When seeing P.S. I Love you, she didnt make it that long! LOL!