Last night we went to see a film with Grandma called Philomena. She had read about it in the newspaper this week and fancied going to see it, so I booked us tickets at the Grosvenor and I met James, Davie and Grandma in Ashton Lane after my shopping trip. It was a grim and rainy evening and I was pretty sure the film would be a bit grim too so I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. I knew that it was about an elderly lady (Philomena) who searches for her long lost son with the help of the journalist Martin Sixsmith. The two main characters are played by Judi Dench and Steve Coogan. I have read about babies being taken away from their mothers by Catholic nuns, and the young mothers being treated very badly and made to work as servants in the nunneries, and of course I sympathise - but not much fun to watch on a Saturday evening I thought.
Well you may guess what I am leading up to - the film was absolutely brilliant. It told the story SO well. Steve Coogan was excellent as the jaded journalist whose career was on the rocks, and Judi Dench was fantastic as Philomena, just fantastic. I think that they both deserve Oscars. It was so sad and yet the lovely personality of Philomena shone through - she never lost her faith. Near the end there was a revelation so shocking that I gasped aloud and so did the rest of the audience. I will not say any more about the story because I would like anyone who reads this to see the film for themselves.
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