2010, dir. Stephen Frears, Gemma Arterton, Luke Evans:
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Tamara Drewe, formerly the ugly duckling and now a glamorous
journalist, returns to the village where she grew up… and everything
is upended.
This is a romantic comedy in the true sense, since while the
larger plots are all about getting people into their right pairings
there's plenty of smaller material that's simply funny (while
ultimately feeding into the larger). It's not a film to take at all
seriously; characters are in the broadest of strokes, from Nicholas
the permanently philandering crime novelist via his long-suffering
wife Beth (who does the actual work of running the writers' retreat
where other writers stay as paying guests) to the smouldering local
lad Andy ("you're just a sex object" explains the barmaid in the
local).
In spite of Gemma Arterton's top billing, the real stars of this for
me were Roger Allam and the always-excellent Tamsin Greig as Nicholas
and Beth. They manage to transcend their sometimes stereotyped roles
with the quirk of an eyebrow: yes, they seem to say, this is utter
tosh I'm speaking, isn't it? But it works on the punters. We know
better.
The story is based on a comic strip by Posy Simmonds (itself inspired
by Far from the Madding Crowd and, one assumes, French farce), and
sometimes the pacing is not ideal. Some bits take longer than they
might; others go past too quickly. (At least one bit goes past far too
heavily for one unfortunate character. You'll know it when you get
there.)
What this film has to offer is a funny story about grown-ups; some of
them are driven more by their hormones than others, but there is still
a gulf of life and experience between them and the two splendidly
horrible schoolgirls Jody and Casey, who would serve as a Greek chorus
except that they are also responsible for much of the mischief that
occurs.
Really, Tamara Drewe herself comes off as the third most interesting
of the female characters here after Beth and Jody, which I suspect is
not how the strip did it.
This is light-weight but moderately clever entertainment. Not a film
for the ages, but an agreeable 110 minutes. (And how often does a plot
twist become apparent through the lyrics of a song in the closing
credits?)
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