Hotel Sorrento

Ok, sorry to offend any women, but Sorrento Beach is a "chick flick." Still, it is not your garden variety "chick-flick." Sorrento Beach is a long build up that goes nowhere. The previews slated the film as a "secret" that comes out after years of being hidden away by family members. Knowing this, the story builds and builds and builds and finally goes nowhere! In fact, Sorrento Beach is more of a built down than a built up. Once you find out what the secret is, it is a major let down since not even the mystery revealed makes you want to find out how the film ends. Just like in the movie, most people look at a painting for the broad stokes and not these little conversations built on more tiny conversations. Sorrento Beach is just like that, an hour of little stories that questions the audience what is happening. Then, once we enter something of a conflict between the characters, we are lost since the climax of the film never arrives and we are left with a 90 minute resolution. Right when the movie begins, it is already over. All Sorrento Beach leaves its audience are 3 unhappy middle aged women trying to rebuild a family that was always broken.

This film reminded me of 'The Shell-Seekers' and 'Secrets and Lies' and ranks with them both in quality of performances and depth of themes. Those seeking a great plot or action movie will be disappointed, but those interested in a variety of characters in a sweet setting with more than enough to say for themselves - albeit in the Laconic fashion of the Australian idiom - should not be disappointed.

There is intelligent, if indirect, humour in the writing - poking fun at the bored colonial escapee daughters who end up finding themselves to be the cause of everyone's ennui back home. The grandfather's mundane home truths about why they left ('running away from something') are borne out by the eventually revealed family secret. Similarly, the authoress character's assessment of the dominance of the Capitalist ethos over Australian culture is borne out in the cringe-making scene at the closing credits - a slap in the face for the idealistic Press owner friend to Joan Plowright's character who has championed the idea of the great 'coming of age' of Australian culture.

The locations are truly charming with many shots worth framing and the very down-to-earth lifestyle of the inhabitants of the 'Hotel Sorrento' provides a sobering note for anyone taking too great a flight of fancy over it all.

I found it a real task to sit through this film. The sound track was not the best and some of the accents made it difficult to understand what was being said. There was little to move the plot along and often the action simply stopped and there was a prolonged period of conversations which seemed extraneous to the movie. These conversations switched between family groups and the observer was left to try and piece together what the common thread was that tied them together. It is rare that I rate a film this low and do so in this case as the entire viewing experience left me thinking "so what" and "why did I waste my time watching this."

I picked "Hotel Sorrento" from a video shop because I saw the name "Tara Morice". I like her performance as Fran in Strictly Ballroom. Later, I bought this wonderful film. And I wonder if there is the real Sorrento in Australia. I want to go there because the film shows me how beautiful the place is.

Hotel Sorrento is the story of three sisters who grew up together in a small town. However, they went on their ways and have their own success. One is a writer in London, the other lives in New York as a business woman, while the third stays at their family home. One day, the family reunion is held. That causes the change of their lives which will never be the same again.

Hotel Sorrento is the story of three sisters reunited in their family house in a nice resort town on the coast of Australia. One of them, who now lives in England has written a successful novel (or thinly disguised autobiography). This is a very familiar story line, the family or friend reunion where dirty laundry gets sorted out. The novelty is that the movie also serves as a forum to discuss the state of Australian culture.

This kind of movie is supposed to make you cry, to make you laugh and to make you think and, in order to do so, needs a few basic ingredients that Hotel Sorrento is sorely missing: some sense of humor and above all, good acting and subtle direction. The acting is mediocre at best, direction about as light as the Titanic and humor totally absent.