The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

Grade: B –

Director: John Madden

Starring: Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Dev Patel, Bill Nighy, Richard Gere, Tin Sesai, Lillete Dubey, Celia Imrie, Ronald Pickup, Diana Hardcastle and David Strathairn

MPAA Rating: PG

Running Time: 2 hr. 2 min.

The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel furthers this now-film series’ status as the The Expendables for the British acting troupe, now including Richard Gere for the randy sexagenarian set. It’s also their paid excuse for a return Indian getaway, except, like many repeat vacations, it doesn’t duplicate the same sense of charming surprise as the initial outing.

The core characters return to the long-term Jaipur resort. Evelyn and Douglas (Judi Dench and Bill Nighy) venture into the local workforce and their evolving romance with equal trepidation. Norman and Carol (Ronald Pickup and Diana Hardcastle) grapple with mutual, rather risible infidelity. Madge (Celia Imrie) is still juggling Indian suitors. Innkeeper Sonny Kapoor (Dev Patel) is preparing to marry Sunaina (Tina Desai). Meanwhile, Sonny and his irascible assistant Muriel Donnelly (Maggie Smith), in the midst of courting an American investor (David Strathairn) to realize their hopes of expansion, prepare for the arrival of a clandestine hotel inspector.

On cue, a suspicious stranger arrives named Guy Chambers (Gere), an American expat looking to complete his long-gestating novel. Guy finds literary and romantic inspiration with Sonny’s mother (Lillete Dubey), to her son’s consternation.

Contrived conflicts come and wane with rapidity, punctuated by pithy quips and charismatic inertia. Patel gets the elephant’s share of the excitable scenes, and Smith provides the emotional and comedic heart of the film. But the bulk of the cast amble through their paces, lending uninspired effort to the uninspired plot set amid an admittedly vibrant setting.

Capped, of course, by a wedding scene and Bollywood-style song-and-dance routine, The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is lite viewing for a warm bath drawn on a rainy day. You won’t remember much about it, and you won’t rightly need to.

Nanny McPhee Returns

If you can't say something nice about Audrey Hepburn,
don't say anything at all.

Grade: B –

Director: Susanna White

Starring: Emma Thompson, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Rhys Ifans, Maggie Smith, Asa Butterfield, Bill Bailey, and Sam Kelly

MPAA Rating: PG

Running Time: 1 hour, 49 minutes

When Nanny McPhee Returns to play governess for another harried English mother, the three children of Isabel Green (Maggie Gyllenhaal) are in the midst of fighting the Grays, their two snooty, city cousins. When the youngsters ignore McPhee’s (Emma Thompson) order to cease and desist, one thump of her magic walking stick sends the kids into self-harming convulsions. Two start pulling their own hair or ears; Megsie Green (Lil Woods) cannot stop banging her own head on the floor; Cyril Gray (Eros Vlahos) flips his body in repeated pratfalls; little Vincent Green (Oscar Steer) takes a wood paddle to the family crockery.

For all the later imagery of synchronized swimming piglets and rocket-powered motorbikes, this initial encounter is hard to shake. McPhee releases the children from her spell only after they beg and promise to stop misbehaving. The implication is that the children have gotten their just desserts; some might call it child abuse. Regardless, Isabel looks on in amazement when each child calmly marches off to bed, wishing her good night along the way. Deportment is an easy virtue to embrace when you’re afraid Nanny McPhee is going to make you gouge your own eyes out.

The snaggletooth deus ex machina drop by to help Isabel as she struggles raise her children, hold down a job, and save the family farm from her duplicitous brother-in-law (Rhys Ifans) while her husband is off fighting World War II. The look and structure of the film, like its predecessor, remains a cross between Roald Dahl and George Miller’s Babe films, although it does not duplicate the creativity of the former or the humanism of the latter.

CG renderings of baby elephants and acrobatic swine have the feel of a children’s storybook; not so much the flatulent cows and McPhee’s belching jackdaw. Indeed, the plodding plotline feels freest when McPhee, Cyril, and Norman Green (Asa Butterfield) escape the farm for a trip to the War Office to ascertain the condition of Norman’s father.

The cast is first-rate, particularly Thompson, Vlahos, Maggie Smith as Isabel’s seemingly daft employee Mrs. Docherty, and Ralph Fiennes’ brief cameo as a ramrod war commander and Cyril’s absentee father. Gyllenhaal, on the other hand, provides her usual overemoting and a put-on English accent as thick as the pig poo covering Isabel’s front yard.

While not as rewarding as its predecessor, Nanny McPhee Returns is a simple, unadorned fable that makes for easy family viewing. Still, the continuum of McPhee again swooping in to scare some manners into a gaggle of brats leaves you feeling like you’re not watching Mary Poppins-lite as much as an episode of Supernanny.

Neil Morris