I could have wrung that bloody saintly woman’s neck. And quite early on in the film, too. Smug, smug, smug. I never liked counsellors anyway, but Gerri takes the biscuit. Her husband Tom is somewhat nicer in an ordinary way, but the overwhelming happiness of these two middle class people is sickening.
Whereas it’s hard to totally like Mary – Gerri’s ‘friend’ from work – she is more of a real person than the two she hopes to be ‘saved’ by. Lesley Manville does a great job as Mary, and the fact that I’m getting so worked up about the whole film proves that it’s very well done indeed. Just not terribly uplifting. I don’t want to be Mary, and I’m no Gerri.
Every single person around them has a hard time, and Tom and Gerri (yes, really) sail straight through, with their allotment and their happiness.
Fantastic cameo by Imelda Staunton, being patronised by a know-it-all, young doctor.
David Bradley as Tom’s brother is better than ever. It’s a pity that they had to film ‘up north’ as though it’s always a poor and drab place; somewhere the sun doesn’t shine. I know it fits in with the plot, but it was just that little bit too much North and South.
This is an extremely good film. And awfully depressing.
(At Cornerhouse from Friday.)