MOVIE REVIEW : ‘Enchanted April’ Like a Tub of Love


Just as the film “Howards End” whisked us off to an Edwardian world of soirees and receptions--a paradise with an asp in the flowers--”Enchanted April” (selected San Diego theaters), slides us back to a summery, High British past of literary epigrams and romantic yearning.

But there are no snakes here, except for the friendlier garden variety: nothing, finally, that will bite or provoke us. It’s a movie about a vacation--a perfect dream holiday--where all discontent is finally banished. Lovers find each other, troubled marriages are reconciled, crotchety old ladies glow with reawakened beneficence. And the sun pours its Mediterranean honey on the sea and hills of a Portofino villa shimmering with erotic energy and floral splendor--or as one character, in a momentarily slobbery phrase, describes it, a “tub of love.”

How can one dislike this movie? It has wit, romance, gentle rebellion, idyllic landscapes and fine actors savoring luscious lines. Only the undercurrent may bother a few: the hints of feminist revolt, beneath the sparkly surface. “Enchanted April”--based on a 1923 novel by Elizabeth Von Arnim--is a pure wish-fulfillment story, but there’s an acid edge to it. Another Illyria, a perfect vacation . . . but from what?


In “April’s” London opening, rain pours incessantly, marriages are traps, and even the four women vacationers seem a mismatch. The main two--desperately optimistic Lottie Wilkins (Josie Lawrence) and Rose Arbuthnot (Miranda Richardson), a straight arrow, with the face of a melancholy madonna--barely know each other when they spot an ad and make their getaway plan. Their companions, Mrs. Fisher (Joan Plowright) and Lady Caroline (Polly Walker), are recruited through another ad.

Frictions appear immediately. Mrs. Fischer is a literary snob, who demands references and frostily shoos people from her room. Lady Caroline is an idle rich beauty, bored with adoration. And it may be a flaw that all the problems of “April”--the month T. S. Eliot called the cruelest--vanish so quickly and completely, along with the marital squalls of Lottie and Rose, Lady Caroline’s ennui, the loneliness of Mrs. Fisher--almost as if they were dropped off Portofino’s cliffs and drowned summarily in the Tub of Love.


Von Arnim uses Italy as E. M. Forster often did: as idealized romantic escape from the soggy confines of the British class system. But she’s more superficially sunny-minded, more determined, like Lottie, to work everything out. There was a failed 1934 RKO version of “Enchanted April.” Directed by the plodding Harry Beaumont, it had noble Ann Harding as Josie, and Frank Morgan and Reginald Owen as the husbands. But this one captures the dialogue, the flavor, tone, even the locale: It was shot mostly at the Castello Brown in Portofino, where Von Arnim, inspired by her surroundings, wrote the novel.

Director Mike Newell has excelled at nightmare realism (“Dance With a Stranger”) and stumbled with Hollywood fairy tale (“Amazing Grace and Chuck”), but here, he has something both firm and feathery soft, and he and his entire cast--including Michael Kitchen as villa owner Briggs and Alfred Molina and Jim Broadbent (the cook-husband of “Life Is Sweet”) as the husbands--clearly enjoy themselves. Miranda Richardson--the tart victim-murderess of “Dance With a Stranger” drops priceless dollops of polite suspicion or dismay; Josie Lawrence could vanquish a parliament with her enthusiasm, and Polly Walker--beneath a menacing crown of Louise Brooks bangs--is an iron coquette.

And, at the heart of “Enchanted April” (MPAA-rated PG) is the sort of ripe grande dame turn at which British movies--in the age of Margaret Leighton or Edith Evans--used to excel. As Mrs. Fisher, Joan Plowright--who once wanted to play Josie, with Maggie Smith as Rose--almost suggests a female Donald Wolfit. Her brow is thunderous, her manner magisterially stern, and the names “Ruskin,” “Carlyle,” “Tennyson” and “Meredith”--her supposed literary companions--drop from her mouth like the plummy mantras of High Tory literacy. Never mind if God saves the Queen; she can fend for herself. God save Joan Plowright.

‘Enchanted April’

Josie Lawrence: Lottie Wilkins

Miranda Richardson: Rose Arbuthnot

Joan Plowright: Mrs. Fisher

Polly Walker: Lady Caroline Dester

A Miramax Films presentation of a Greenpoint Films production. Director Mike Newell. Producer Ann Scott. Executive producers Mark Shivas, Simon Relph. Screenplay by Peter Barnes. Cinematographer Rex Maidment. Editor Dick Allen. Music Richard Rodney Bennett. Production design Malcolm Thornton. With Alfred Molina, Jim Broadbent. Running time: 1 hour, 33 minutes.

MPAA-rated PG.