Mrs Harris Goes to Paris Movie Cast: Leslie Manville, Isabel Huppert, Jason Isaacs, Lambert Wilson, Alba Baptista, Lucas Bravo
Mrs Harris turns to Paris film director: Anthony Fabian
Mrs Harris Goes to Paris Movie Rating: 2.5 stars
At a crucial moment in this skeleton clothes hanger from a film, Mrs. Harris (Leslie Manville) is given a tour of the atelier at the House of Dior in Paris. One room is for cutting, the other for sewing, and so on and so forth, oohs and aahs not properly wording what so many women are doing with so many blows of cloth in white dresses and coats.
This film from director Anthony Fabian goes something like this, a fashion aftermath—too many different things that one expects to go together in a good fashion work. And if Christian Dior still comes out smelling of roses and riches, the women whose clothes the French designer loved gets a shabby end to the deal.
There is none worse than Mrs. Harris, but, of course, a devoted war widow, as well as a happy housewife, as well as a badly behaved worker, as well as a faithful friend – one of those “invisible women” with whom The men leave their dogs to watch after they take to the dance floor with others. So can a man like him, crossing his prime, have an impossible dream?
But the film is not about him. Mrs. Harris does nothing of the sort, but by some strange stroke of luck, she gets money so that she can travel to Paris to buy the Dior gown of her dreams – as seen in an employer’s wardrobe. Then, sheer pity paves the way forward for and for that fashion house, as the very intelligent and brilliant actor Manville is forced to apply the full force of his talent to ensure that Mrs. There are no more unpleasant in comparison.
It’s 1957, WWII blues are fading away, luxury is back, even workers are on strike and the streets of Paris are full of garbage. At this time, the employees of Dior were catching glimpses of someone like her in Mrs. Harris – the only cog in a system. So do they open their home and heart and office for him?
But the film isn’t even about that. After a brief scene when excited staffers comment on her situation, a completely unnecessary love story, of course, is driven by a beloved London lady.
Dior is the luxury not everyone can afford – rather it actively discourages everyone from being able to afford the horror. But is that enough to love it? Or, alternatively, condemn it?
No, the movie isn’t even about that. A chance to show off the clothing less than the wearer, but an acquisition that forever makes a man and a woman, is wasted in a confused mish-mash that seeks to celebrate haute couture and dissolve it. guilty to do.
Even after appearing in a completely opposite role in a film about high fashion, Phantom Thread, Manville single-handedly proudly wears all her integrity on her sleeve — whether that sleeve belongs to her off-the-rack dowdy cardigan. Ho, or the made-to-wear Dior ‘Temptation’.