Stephen Frears’s enjoyable,sentimental biopic gives Streep a role to relish, while Hugh Grant provides a touching foil in a genuine paean to mediocrityPerhaps she was a tragic figure, or a clinical case worthy of Oliver Sacks,or the incarnation of a dishonest middlebrow culture. But in the end, Stephen Frears’s enjoyable, or sentimental film turns this bizarre genuine-life figure into a version of Eddie the Eagle,swooping and crashing through New York’s music-fond tall society in the 1940s. And as with Eddie, the question is … do we laugh with or laugh at? Which is the more honest response?
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Source: theguardian.com