*The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (PG-13)
Upon arrival at the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, its first guests cannot conceal their disappointment. "You Photoshopped it!" one says, aghast at how shabby the place looks when compared with its enticing pamphlet. "I offered a vision of the future," replies the beaming young manager, apparently believing his own PR.
Fine, but time is running out on the future, and for that matter, so is money. Those first guests are seven British retirees who've been compelled, for various reasons, to outsource their retirement. Evelyn (Judi Dench), recently widowed, has been left in debt and had to sell her London flat. Muriel (Maggie Smith), a grouchy bigot, needs a cheap new hip. The Ainslies, Douglas and Jean (Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton), went broke bankrolling their daughter's failed startup. Graham (Tom Wilkinson), a just-retired High Court judge, lived in India once before and has returned with a regretful memory of lost love. Madge (Celia Imrie) merely hopes for one last chance at romance, while Norman (Ronald Pickup) hopes for one more one-night stand, followed if possible by another and then another.
So here they all are in Jaipur, in decline. This setup smacks of post-colonial apologia, but apparently some internal consensus determined that to be too taxing. Why not take things easier, and limit ourselves to a diverting little rally for affirmation over resignation?
True, his name is Sonny and he's played with deferential mania by the kid from Slumdog Millionaire, but our young manager (Dev Patel) is just so sincere about his entrepreneurial ambition — which, by the way, seeks a diversified clientele made up not only of doddering Brits but also people from "many other countries where they don't like old people, too."
As adapted by Ol Parker from Deborah Moggach's novel These Foolish Things, and stocked with that posh ensemble, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel offers the familiar charms of poise and eloquence as trade-offs to any discomfiting residue of imperial impulse. And it gives director John Madden, most famously of Shakespeare in Love, everything he needs to mount a sturdy counter-programming campaign against early-onset summer blockbusters. For moviegoers of a certain age, unconcerned about demographic reductionism so long as it's within their own demographic, this'll do nicely.
Of course its setting is a pastiche of received ideas: the vividly teeming streets, the propulsive drift of microtonal melodies, the food that wreaks havoc with delicate digestive systems. And of course it has all the expected turning points: a breakup, a hookup, a death in the makeshift family.
But even if it sometimes strains credulity, the slightly crowded story also has strong sparks of life, as when Douglas and Jean discover their marriage eroded, by clashing worldviews, beyond the safety of politeness; or, especially, when Graham tells Evelyn about his history here, in a stunningly subtle duet scene that seems about as good as movie acting gets.
Madden manages a baseline of human decency, and therefore comes by his affirmations honestly enough. Like its namesake, the movie itself too readily courts the unnatural gloss of the would-be tourist trap, and it needs a little time to get over that. Agreed, it could use some sprucing up, but even as-is, this is not the worst Exotic Marigold Hotel.
The costumes were amazing and added to the brilliant production.
The striking colors and textures are reminiscent of Southern Colorado and New Mexico. Lovely work.