inspirelake

The two stars are for all the very pretty things. The dresses which, in the era of this, were either made by a horde of underpaid sweat shop girls, (hmmm... where have I heard that before,) or work-until-blind seamstresses, sighing or crying over the boom of the industrial revolution.

Then the sumptuous buildings, their gorgeous interiors and all the beautiful looking things of the time. They're nice.

The shop and the shop windows, that was something you barely see anymore and it was fun to revisit this type of lavish panorama of 'things'.

The acting. Piven, miscast to death, almost had me switching off after 5 huge-toothed minutes, the terrible swanning around, characterless and idiotic over acting where I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.

The rest of the cast, barely interesting in the slightest, not aided by a stupid script and cliche twaddle.

Just another period piece about rich people, working people, the itch in their pants and all that goes on in between.

Entertaining for a good old look at lovely 'things', that can sometimes be fun for a bit, but some of the scenarios are too stupid and banal and utterly unrealistic to believe... take the matter of how forgiving and apparently horny, being cheated on relentlessly, a wife can (seriously, who?) can become after the idiot she's married to nearly writes himself off. In truth, a real story would have had her wishing he'd done a good job of it and she'd have gone off with her lover.

If you like seriously badly acted twaddle and lovely items, this is for you.

The acting from the two lead actresses was exceptional.

The subject matter is probably more familiar than most people will admit.

Betrayals abound and trauma is the inheritance.

But the most telling and important message here is that in this day and age, prescription drugs can be a lethal weapon if not prescribed correctly and then monitored with care and ultimately perhaps not be the end game.

The statistic for psychotic behaviour occuring after being prescribed is gargantuan.

Where are the days when good counselling or a caring psychologist actually really talked with people.

This is slow but excellent.

Too long. But beautiful to look at so that made up for some of it.

Well acted. Great concept. A bit of fun and bit of seriousness.

But definitely not a masterpiece.

For that movie to have been one it would have needed to rock the highs and milk your heart with the lows. It did neither. It remained in a nice, slow, very slow, type of rythm that neither bent nor blasted.

The serenity of countryside, the beautiful cooking of mother, the gentle life, that brought back some memories of places in childhood which, like the theme here, will soon be taken forever by 'progress'.

I feel that the concept of loving the light was somehow thoroughly lost by the concept of wanting to steal it to make films.

Not a great film but a nice enough one. It looked beautiful.