About love and disillusion. About different worlds and small gestures. A movie about few British characters and some Italian drops. In final, flavor of old letters. A adaptation with a seductive Helen Mirren and same Bonham Carter. Rupert Graves - piece of same play, childish, fragile and gray. So, nothing new. A E. M. Forster at right place, with usual ingredients and known recipes. But it is correct. For public, for lost emotions, for circle of silence and nice hour. Than, not a surprise. Only game for need to discover warm colors, lessons of life in tender sauce, words of a feeling and same traces of our time in the respiration of sentiments in a space - material for ordinary dreams.
Review of Where Angels Fear to Tread
