Mrs. Hendersen Presents

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(c) AJMalouin 2006
(Ratings: 5 by Caryl and 7 by Al) (2005/UK. Directed by Stephen Frears) (1 hr 43. Rated R for nudity and brief language.)

Here’s another loverly little piece of loveliness of the kind you might expect from Ivory-Merchant.

The story? When her fabulously wealthy husband dies of natural causes, somewhere between the two World Wars we’ve had so far, Mrs. Hendersen (played without breaking a sweat, or anything else, by Judy Dench) casts about for something to do besides being a widow.

One day she stumbles acrosst an abandoned London theater. She immediately buys it.

Anxious to put it to use, she hires Vivian Van Damn (played grump-lovingly by Bob Hoskins) as her theatre manager. The two hate each other. This of course means that they Really respect and love each other, though not in any Meg-Ryan sense of the word.

Together, the two of them begin staging entertainments. When, however, World War II arrives in airplanes over London, theatre attendance falls off as the buildings fall down. Mrs. Henderson’s theatre is somehow underground, making it a kind of safe bomb shelter every night. Even more satisfying than THAT, however, is the brain-storm Mrs. Henderson has in order to further stimulate an increased audience attendance.

“Let’s have the girls naked, shall we?” she explains.

It turns out that Mrs. Henderson’s very young son was kilt in World War I…without ever having seen a naked girl. Mrs. Henderson is therefore attempting to make sure that England’s very young soldiers get to see a naked woman before they are kilt in the war.

In one of the most over-staged scenes in the film, Mrs. Henderson announces this story to the crowd in a rubble-filled London street. Unfortunately, she is not herself bombed before she can unleash this bomb of heavy-handed plot exposition. The crowd then goes inside the theatre and happily views the naked women.

Al and Caryl saw “Mrs. Hendersen Presents” in a movie theatre, and smiled and smiled and smiled continually throughout this delightful entertainment. They thoroughly enjoyed it, even though they viewed the brief full frontal nudity of Bob Hoskins.

All in all, a delightful entertainment. The guy behind Caryl & Al laught soooooo often and soooooo hard, in fact, that the two of them had to change seats 20 minutes into the film. (And yes, the movie does show lots of naked women on stage. They are motionless mostly, however, excepting for one artificially stimulated mousy moment.)