Olivia Colman is hampered by thin fabric on this overly-quaint parochial Britcom which accommodates a vivid little bit of swearing.
This coffee desk comedy from director Thea Sharrock and writer Jonny Sweet attempts to blow its viewers’ minds with the revelation that it’s not accurate men who maintain potty mouths. We’re down within the sleepy seaside burg of Littlehampton on the Southern-English wing at some stage within the early inter-war length. The mousy yet pompously-pious Edith (Olivia Colman) receives a poison-pen letter within the mail, distinguished to the ire of her pearl-clutching fogeys (Timothy Spall and Gemma Jones). And it’s not the first.
The describe accommodates reams of sexually-suggestive invective, all delivered in a unusually eccentric vogue. But who might perhaps presumably well also very successfully be sending these malodorous missives and causing the perennially-single Edith all forms of emotional stress, and whose existence has, we glance, been a beset by an never-ending series of upsets and misfortunes? It’s presumably the shit-kicking, hooch-downing Irish appropriate-time gal who lives next door, Jesse Buckley’s Rose Goodling. Whatever the reality, she’d be very straightforward to pin this crime on till the categorical culprit turns up.
Defective Miniature Letters is the cinematic same of the cosy mystery in literature: it cleaves to a tried-and-tested whodunit structure; divides the characters up into obvious sweets and baddies; and performs things out with the minimal of surprise and innovation. To cap things off, Anjana Vasan’s Woman Police Officer Gladys Moss takes on the case, despite the undeniable reality that the men at her constabulary see it as being above her pay grade. Swearing aside, it’s all extremely nice.
What’s sad in regards to the movie is that the feather-gentle comedian tone appears to be like to preclude any deeper insight into what are, on paper, a living of without doubt charming and psychologically deep characters. One and all is given their easy demon to abolish, and the movie goes no further in attempting to originate things up further and derive on some palatable ambiguities which is also ripe for the picking. Edith namely is woefully underdeveloped.
And every person is conscious of that humour is a purely fair thing, but for this viewer there might perhaps be a valuable dearth of deep, resonant laughs. The mischievous-mischievous grievous-grievous puerile humour will get tired very rapid, and seasoned comedian talents equivalent to Colman and Vasan accurate aren’t given the fabric to work with. The movie’s third act attempts to living this portion of interesting historical flotsam into the wider context of British society’s inherently misogynistic strictures, but it’s too itsy-bitsy too late.
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Printed 22 Feb 2024
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Defective Miniature Letters
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Colman and Buckley: together… as soon as more!
Enjoyment.
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In Retrospect.
A tired Britcom that squanders its ability.