Hampstead

I watched this under the mistaken impression it was Woody Allen's 'Match Point' and was called 'Wimbledon'; a misapprehension compounded by the presence of Diane Keaton.

Very much an American's eye view of Blighty, teaming with caricature Brits and with the usual fluttering music score. But Keaton has outgrown those mannerisms that made her work post 'Annie Hall' such a trial, and her performance and that of Brendan Gleason keep you interested until it comes to a satisfactory conclusion.

This film tells the story of a wealthy American woman whose fortunes have turned after her husband's death. She befriends a man who lives wild no the heath next to her home, and together they fight for things they truly wanted in life.

The characters are very interesting in here for a change. The superficial friends in the neighbourhood are rather thought provoking, as they appear so perfect from the outside but they are way less than perfect on the inside. Indeed they seem to be selfish and have little compassion for each other. The final courtroom scene is unexpectedly touching, as the stranger makes a moving confession. It is an enjoyable, and certainly unconventional romantic film.

I had serious doubts about Hempstead but with Keaton, Gleason, and a relatively short run time, I thought I'd give it a try. There are some predictable and sappy moments throughout but, in the end it's an easy, and pleasant film. It's based on a true story. Check it out for something light and breezy.

Importing a Hollywood veteran into a quintessentially English romantic comedy can sometimes be magic, sometimes not. Hampstead (2017) might have been a great British romantic comedy but instead it must work with an inauthentic American personality who limits the film's impact. Fortunately, brilliant cinematography rescues the film enough to produce a visually delicious but lightweight story of late-life romance between a lady and a tramp.

Based on a true story, Donald Horner (Brendan Gleeson) has been a squatter on London's Hampstead Heath for 17 years. He is a surly off-the-grid loner who avoids all trappings of modern life in a quaint shanty shack built from other people's rubbish. Within a binocular's view from across the road, American widow Emily Walters (Diane Keaton) spies him bathing in the pond and out of curiosity soon invents an excuse to meet him. Property developers have targeted the land, and Donald must defend himself from an eviction notice. He becomes a cause celebre with do-gooders and naysayers petitioning for and against his squatter's rights while he and Emily get together despite pushback from her posh Pommy friends. This predictable narrative of tramp versus society offers modest delights but few surprises.

There are three noteworthy parts to this uneven film: the cinematography and the two co-stars. The first is simply wonderful: Hampstead village and the Heath are lovingly filmed and the charming shanty shack look like something out of a fairy tale. Every time Donald or Emily walk down the narrow track into the woods it becomes an act of escapism from urban living and entry into a floral wonderland. Brendan Gleeson is cast to perfection as a girthsome giant with craggy features and expressive eyes. His Irish accent complements the natural beauty of the Heath to which he convincingly belongs. And then there is Diane Keaton. What made her famous forty years ago in Woody Allen films do not translate easily to this contemporary British rom-com. The camera has tried too hard and its efforts are just too obvious: repeat use of backlit shots, glowing soft-focus, cutesy beret hat and Annie Hall smiles make it hard to engage with her character as a real person. In contrast to Donald's melodic Irish-ness, Emily's timing and tone are often grating. For example, when Donald's home of 17 years is cruelly trashed in a turning point moment, Emily's breezy response might work in New York but here is totally disengaged from what has just happened.

Donald's story is based on a real character and a real fight between a homeless eccentric and the imperatives of capitalism so there is a serious side to Hampstead. But this lightweight rom-com is unlikely to raise consciousness of what is means to be homeless. The lukewarm chemistry between the senior lovebirds will excite few and the sleep-inducing musical score even less. Whether casting Keaton can add American baby boomer audiences to an essentially home-grown British story remains to be seen. Filmmakers sometimes need reminding that older viewers can handle more challenge than one-dimensional films like Paris Can Wait (2017) and Hampstead (2017).

A simple, pleasant and charming oddball romantic tale with great production standards. Of course, the truth is, I wouldn't have looked into it, much less touched it, without the name Brendan Gleeson. That he can adapt his 'strengths' to this form of confectionery product increases my admiration for his skills. I haven't exactly been clamoring for more Keaton, but she does what she does well. I had to hogtie and incapacitate my cynical beast to get through it, but it leaves a pleasant taste.