I believe it was a year ago on Christmas that my cousin told me she had seen this delightful film and said I should try to go see it. Unfortunately, it left the theater before I got around to it, so I saved it on Netflix and waited for it to release on DVD. At last it did, and I received my rental copy today.
That delightful film is called Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, and it was every bit as good as my cousin promised. Touching. Insightful. Heartwarming. Sad. Lovely. Poignant. Here’s the Netflix description:
Joan Plowright takes the title role in this heartwarming drama, based on the best-selling novel by the same name. After traveling to London to be closer to her 26-year-old grandson, the recently widowed Mrs. Palfrey moves into a local hotel while she waits — and waits — for him to return her calls. But when fate introduces her to a kindly young writer (Rupert Friend), she finds the family she’s always wanted.
The beautiful relationship between the elderly Sarah Palfrey and the young Ludovic Meyer, who becomes her surrogate grandson, touched my heart in so many ways. It’s a deceptively simple story with surprising depth. I loved it! Don’t miss this one.