Critics aren’t being kind reviewing a movie that isn’t that doesn’t portray them as a kind lot. When informed that the review in Friday morning’s Ledger–Enquirer panned “Florence Foster Jenkins,” I informed my informers that a critic’s review is simply one person’s subjective opinion. I can judge for myself whether I enjoy a movie or not. I found the film very entertaining. A friend who I ran into in the theater after the movie said he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I told him I did both. He admitted that he did, also.
Meryl Steep being in a movie is enough to get me in the theater. And she didn’t disappoint in this one about a wealthy Manhattan socialite who a 1944 New York Post critic called the “world’s worst singer.” Streep, Hugh Grant, and Simon Helberg all turn in the great performances.
Not only did I get caught up in the emotions of the film, I found the depiction of 1940s Manhattan very entertaining. I love really good period pieces, especially ones using a lot of antique autos.
Do I recommend it? Definitely.
Oh, and we enjoyed the recliner seats Carmike has recently installed in some of its theaters.