
“Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not the end.”
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Gail and I have had the privilege of traveling to India a half dozen times, and I know why people go there seeking enlightenment and guidance for their lives. No matter where you are in the country, the place is intoxicating. Nowhere will one find brighter colors, or more intriguing sounds and smells. Walking onto the streets of India is like entering a kaleidoscope and holding on for dear life while some unseen hand tips it and turns it and shakes it in the face of the sun. Your thoughts and emotions whirl and tumble as a sensory deluge inundates you and washes you away. You can expect to see anything and everything juxtaposed in such extraordinary combinations that your world, if you let it, may escape its “box” completely and cause you to take up entirely new ways of seeing.
Few films have captured this India like the one we saw the other night, “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” It tells the story of a group of British retirees who travel to northern India to reside in what was advertised as a luxury hotel where they might inexpensively “outsource” the final seasons of their lives. Instead, they find their new home in a state of disrepair and under the management of a charming but clueless owner who dreams of glory but can’t make the phones work. The characters and acting are delightful (I especially liked Judi Dench, Tom Wilkinson, and Bill Nighy; and Maggie Smith’s farcical, over-the-top performance is a hoot), but the real center of the film is India herself, and I felt that if somehow they had been able to incorporate scent into this movie, I would have been right there.
The story, of course, is about personal journeys.
There’s the widow striking out on her own after her husband died and left her in debt, the married couple that has grown apart, with divergent views about the trip — one open to adventure, the other bitter that circumstance has driven her so far from familiarity, the man who grew up in India now returning to reconnect with his long lost lover, the two singles still hoping they have some sexual gas in the tank and looking for romantic connections, and the bitter, small-minded, intolerant woman who is only there because she can get the surgery she needs now and at a good price.
The young owner of the hotel, who inherited it from his failure of a father, is also on a journey. He has fled his home and the pressure of trying to live up to the image of his successful brothers and the heavy hand of his controlling mother. She wants him to return to Delhi and do the dutiful, traditional thing, but he has found love in the new India. He just doesn’t have enough faith in himself to say the words to his girlfriend.
They find themselves in a kind of “wilderness,” something with which we are all acquainted. As they explore the strange wonderland of Jaipur, they sort it out and find their paths.
This is a delightful film, funny and touching, with superb performances by some of the best actors of our generation. It is a feel-good movie, an entertainment for sure, but one that reminds us in a winsome way that each season of life involves a journey. Its main “message” — repeated throughout the movie — is: “Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not the end.”
How very “Internet Monk” I found that line to be!
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The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
Directed by John Madden; written by Ol Parker, based on the novel “These Foolish Things,” by Deborah Moggach; director of photography, Ben Davis; edited by Chris Gill; music by Thomas Newman; production design by Alan MacDonald; costumes by Louise Stjernsward; produced by Graham Broadbent and Pete Czernin; released by Fox Searchlight Pictures.
Cast: Judi Dench (Evelyn Greenslade), Bill Nighy (Douglas Ainslie), Penelope Wilton (Jean Ainslie), Dev Patel (Sonny Kapoor), Celia Imrie (Madge Hardcastle), Ronald Pickup (Norman Cousins), Tom Wilkinson (Graham Dashwood), Maggie Smith (Muriel Donnelly) and Tena Desae (Sunaina).