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Director Stephen Frears (Dirty Pretty Things, Liam) delivers an airy holiday confection with Mrs.
Henderson Presents, a vehicle for Dame Judi Dench, as evanescent as cotton candy.
Dench's wealthy Mrs. Henderson is widowed in 1937 London when the
choices for widowhood were charity work, traveling, and embroidery. But Henderson is a
feisty, independent soul, with a greater spirit of adventure. She buys and renovates an
old theater, renames it the Windmill, and hires one Vivian Van Damm (Bob Hoskins) to
manage it for her. He insists on total artistic control; she likes his gumption--a team is
created.
Instead of the standard two shows a day of the time, they innovate with
nonstop review performances, giving the Windmill a competitive edge. But when the
competition catches up and business falls off, Henderson comes up with the idea of a nude
review, which she gets approved by the Lord Chamberlain by having the nudes remain
still--the classic tableaux vivants.
While providing a fine characterization for Henderson and occasionally
witty dialogue, none of the opportunities for a more involving scenario are realized in
the screenplay by Martin Sherman (The
Roman Spring of Mrs Stone, Callas
Forever). Van Damm never becomes a strong enough character for an interesting
conflict. Henderson keeps the theater open right through the blitz, catering to the
military boys as though she were performing an act of charity. Her memories of her own
son, lost in World War I, make for an unconvincing secret and somewhat thin motivation.
Production values are generally high, especially in the costuming by
Sandy Powell. Overall, Mrs. Henderson Presents seems like an opportunity missed
for an entertainment of more substance, but Frears keeps it light and Dench keeps it
afloat for a charming and stylish, if essentially forgettable excursion into British
nostalgia..
- Arthur Lazere
