Given an opportunity to trade her most cherished possession for comfort an security, Penelope must take a good look at her future. With three grown children and a lifetime of memories, she ...
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Artist's daughter Penelope Keeling can look back on a full and varied life: a bohemian childhood in London and the wilds of Cornwall, an unhappy wartime marriage, and the one man she ever ... See full summary »
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Given an opportunity to trade her most cherished possession for comfort an security, Penelope must take a good look at her future. With three grown children and a lifetime of memories, she realizes that something is missing, the simple joy she knew as a child playing on the beach. So she embarks on an incredible journey-50 years into her past-to discover the secret to happiness for her friends, her family...and herself
This is a very slow paced film about a grandmother (Angela Lansbury) who spends all her time thinking about the past, and beating herself up for how selfish and greedy her children turned out. The writing is stilted and artificial, like little polished speeches rather than dialogue. It feels as if lifted from pop-psychology books. Nothing much actually happens except some soulful hugs and a lot of complaining.
There are scenes involving sea shells which are supposed to be cosmically significant. It reminds me of the kinds of films my friends made as teenagers full of Deep Inner Meaning.
The adult children are like the rude aristocratic brats lifted from an Agatha Christie novel. It has a non-believable too-happy ending.
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