BLOG #22, SERIES #3
WEDNESDAYS WITH DR. JOE
THE BEST EXOTIC MARIGOLD HOTEL
May 30, 2012
Roger Ebert’s review of this new British film doesn’t begin to do it justice:
Travel Comedy. 4 ½ stars. PG-13.
The hotel of the title is a retirement
destination in India for “the elderly
and beautiful.” It has seen better days,
and if you want to see what the better
days looked like, just examine the
brochure, which depicts a luxurious
existence near Udaipur, a popular tourist
destination in Rajasthan. To this city
travel a group of seven Brits with
seven reasons for making the move. As
we meet them jammed on the bus from
the airport, we suspect that the film will
be about their various problems and that
the hotel will not be as advertised. What
we may not expect is what a charming,
funny and heartwarming movie this is,
a smoothly crafted entertainment that
makes good use of seven superb veteran
actors. (Roger Ebert, Universal Uclick)
124 minutes.
It is far more than a travel comedy. As funny as many of the lines are situations are, undergirding it all is a serious premise. It reminds me of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales (ostensibly, merely a collection of stories told to each other by medieval pilgrims; but in reality, all Europe is being terrorized by a plague that is no respecter of persons or age groups. It is a plague that strikes indiscriminately and suddenly: today you are healthy, tomorrow you are dying, often horribly). Marigold Hotel is just as serious, beneath the humor and vibrantly alive scenery and people of India. In truth, each of the seven Brits is in India for a reason. In most cases it is for reasons each of us knows all too well: we are all dying, tied as we are to a terminal existence. But what tortures us most is not the mere ceasing to breathe, but being marginalized, being pushed aside, having to dither in the grandstands of life watching the only players that matter fight it out. Discovering how little our grown children need us any more—and by extension, the grandchildren as well. Reallizing that all too often our children or others usurp control of our financial assets. Ruefully becoming aware that we have inadequate resources to maintain the quality of life we are used to.
In times past, before the State assumed responsibility for the needs of its elderly, families took care of their own and lived together or in close proximity, intergenerationally. In such a world, there were many contributions the elderly could make. That is much less true in our age of separation of senior citizens from the day-to-day flow of those still active and creating products and services.
Another key dimension of the film highlights the aging protagonists’ continued yearning to be loved and cherished, for physical intimacy even though with lower wattage.
In Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story, “Dr. Heidegger’s Experiment,” older people miraculously have their youth restored to them; at least that’s what they think, and act accordingly. Since their restored youth is all illusionary the results are grotesque. In Marigold Hotel, each character is all too aware of their aging, yet each still longs to have their aliveness, their youthful vigor, return—even if it be briefly or for but one last time.
Marigold Hotel, itself as aged and dilapidated as they, is an inspired setting. The young Indian hotel owner/manager and his vivacious and lovely sweetheart provide intensity contrast to the lack of it in the guests. Another layer of meaning is that the old hotel dates back to the days when the British ruled India, and the wisdom articulated then by such writers as Rudyard Kipling still resonating today in such immortal works as “If.” Almost ironically the descendants of India’s erstwhile conquerors return in order to rediscover meaning in their lives.
Miraculously, the aged hotel proves to be a catalyst—not necessarily to a rebirth of youth for the characters, but to a prolongation of their sense of belonging, of camaraderie, of esprit de corps, of friendship, of being needed, of being given the opportunity to contribute again, of being respected again, and last but anything but least: a sense of renewed excitement with the dawn of each new day (in that sense, a rebirth of joie-du-vivre).
The one character who is unable or unwilling to accept the call of India, returns to England without her husband who—oh, you’ll just have to see and experience the film for yourself!
It is not a film young people would understand very well. However, it is a must for every senior among us, and almost an equal must for all those older children and care-givers who interact with society’s seniors. As to why, that is something each film-watcher will know for a certainty before the screen credits roll.
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The film also segues beautifully with my May 9 blog on Tennyson’s “Ulysses.”