The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel review

A bunch of wrinklies sod off to India to find life fulfilment whilst staying in a crap hotel.

The cast of Best Exotic Oh Whatever may have a combined age that requires carbon dating to reach a semi-accurate number but it’s a seriously mouth-watering bunch of raisins: Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Tom Wilkinson, Bill Nighy, to name a few… oh, and there’s also that geeky-looking kid with the ears from Slumdog Millionaire whose characters always end up with absurdly attractive women.

So, great cast, great start. How could it possibly, possibly go wrong? Well, perhaps if there were so many little stories going on that there wasn’t enough space to flesh out, or care about, any of them. Or if the characters’ motives were glossed over with such pace in an attempt to plonk them in India ASAP that, well, we would care about them even less. Or if the story arcs were so damned predictable (hmm, I wonder if the extremely racist person will get more or less racist as the film goes on) that there would actually be little point in caring at all. Or if a vision of India were to be painted with all the vibrancy of a dirty sun-soaked sepia photograph of an especially dull rock. Or if, just maybe, being aimed at an older audience, someone along the line were to exclaim “bah, the audience will be senile anyway - they won’t even remember any of these problems so let’s not put the effort into fixing them.”

Y’know, that’s how it could go wrong.

2 out of 5

28th Feb 2012 | Official site | On IMDb