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One common audience reaction I’ve heard is, “I couldn’t stop grinning for the entire movie.” I cracked no smile. Its jokes fall flat to a 23-year-old’s sense of humor. There needs to be more to a joke than “old person reading Kama Sutra” or “Tom Wilkinson playing cricket” in order to make it, well, a joke. The humor is for the oblivious and the easily-amused. Oh, and the culturally unaware, since there are also jokes about how Indian food is different from western food.

Oh, speaking of culturally unaware, it’s as western-centric as you would think from the trailer. I thought that after Slumdog Millionaire did enough to demonize India, we’d be free of white British filmmakers detailing life in India. Instead, we have to learn again that India is dirty and its food crazy. While the characters slowly adapt to life in India, the film doesn’t. It treats its customs not with curiosity and respect, but with its chin up; so much so, that things seem out of place due to lack of context. For example, Maggie Smith gives advice to a worker at the hotel. The worker is so overwhelmed that Maggie Smith (who, by the way, is racist. Her racism is played for laughs. Really. People laughed when she said, “No matter how hard he washes, he won’t get the color off” when talking about a black doctor whose help she refused. Sympathetic to her plight yet?) paid attention to her that she invites Maggie Smith over to her house. The scene is awkward and unjustified; it’s not told from a “let’s compare British to Indian customs” point of view. The tone is of a “can you believe that people do this?” point of view. It’s a misguided way to handle a film that hinges so greatly on the merging of two separate cultures.

But the weirdest part of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is that it’s not bad. Despite its xenophobic handlings, its lame humor, its padded runtime, and its plot contrivances (thinking back on it…how DID they find out about the hotel?), the actors are so goddamn charming that they’re almost hard to resist. While Tom Wilkinson and Bill Nighy are a guarantee to be the highlight of whatever they’re in, Judi Dench puts in a nuanced, deep performance that, for me at least, was strengthened by the fact that she’s now almost totally blind. Even Maggie Smith, whose character is possibly the worst character since Hans Landa, puts her all into her role. It’s not her fault her character is terribly written.

Something that’s a little impressive about The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is that a few times, it goes in unexpected directions, and handles the turns in a way that’s actually true both to how life works as well as the film’s universe. It’s genuinely surprising based on the pedestrian screenplay for the rest of the film, and it makes me wonder how much better this movie would have been if such care were put into the other aspects of it.

My summary of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel: if you’re already excited to see it based off of the trailer, you’ll definitely love it. If the trailer puts you off in extreme ways like it did to me, I won’t begrudge you if you don’t see it. But if you do, you’ll realize that this movie isn’t as bad as it really should be.

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