Starring Judi Dench, Steve Coogan
Directed by Stephen Frears
Its an impressive feat for a film to condemn an organized religions abuses of power, offer a clear-eyed account of the indignities the devout willingly endure and possess a laughs-per-minute ratio that would be the envy of many mainstream comedies. Its even more laudable when it makes it all seem effortless, as is the case with the latest from Stephen Frears (The Queen).
Jeff Pope and Steve Coogans lean, rousing script certainly serves as a sturdy foundation. Based on true events, it details how Martin Sixsmith (Coogan), a disgraced political spin doctor sent crawling back to the unglamourous world of journalism, becomes embroiled in the plight of Philomena Lee (Judi Dench). Having had her son taken from her while she toiled in Irelands infamous Magdalene laundries 50 years earlier, shes now intent on tracking him down. Martin senses the makings of a sensational story regardless of whether it ends in triumph or tragedy.
The evident discomfort experienced by a borderline misanthrope tackling a human interest story accounts for much of the films humour. The remainder can be attributed to the entertaining dynamic that develops between the self-involved journo and his demure subject. Despite their obvious disparity, both these characters are bound by promises theyve made and the belief theyre paying penance for past indiscretions. Consequently, even the most innocuous scenes are lent dramatic weight.
As Philomena incrementally pulls back the curtain on decades of callous deception and machinations, its certain to inspire outrage. And while Frears film asserts that were entitled to such anger, it likewise suggests that empowerment can only be attained through forgiveness.
Again: a most impressive feat.
