“Mrs. Harris goes to Paris.” Lesley Manville returns to the world of high fashion, reversing the Oscar-nominated role in “Phantom Thread.” Her delicious and ruthless personality in the film-the forbidden manager of the British fashion house and the sneaky muse enemy of Vicky Krieps-became catatonic, and Mrs. Ada Harris of Manville entered the fitting room in a waltz. , Asked for “flock” in Cockney’s draw. ..
Unsurprisingly, the formidable Manville pulls the switcher apart and instills her role as a gentle cleaning woman with tenderness and elegance far beyond the soothing Pish Posh that is the movie around her.
Anthony Fabian’s “Mrs. Harris goes to Paris” is traded in the same British coziness as the “Paddington” movie, but it’s not strange or interesting.
The widow, Mrs. Harris, who serves the post-war London elite, turns to a custom Dior gown and, after a series of lucky events, heads to Paris to regain her dream clothes. Despite finding cash, our heroine must fight the menacing Madame Colbert (Isabelle Huppert) and the sneaky customs of her business and its patrons.
Other globally tired employees — kind and philosophical model Natasha (Alba Baptista), loving accountant Andre (Lucas Bravo) — Mrs. Harris on her own that the rules of society are not necessarily iron walls. I will prove it. If a humble maid could get a £ 600 dress, what would prevent Natasha from pursuing an intellectual life or revolutionizing the company to appeal to women of all disciplines. What is it?
The metaphor of a laughably fluffy worker bee, full of optimism and quiet wisdom, is sneaky, and Mrs. Harris’s repetition is no exception. Despite the hilarious showcase of beautiful clothes and vibrant mid-century Parisian sights, the film is sandwiched between its fantasies and its principles, in a more annoying, ignorant and dull place than it should be. Land.
Mrs. Harris goes to Paris
Rated PG. Execution time: 1 hour 55 minutes. At the theater.
