STEPHEN FREARS (My Beautiful Launderette, The Queen) has delivered what must certainly be the last film about Queen Victoria for some time.
We are on the second series of the ITV play about her immature life and this is the second time Dame Judi Dench has taken her on.
Post-Albert and Mr Brown, we are now treated to a humorous and comfortable film about the Queen’s bizarre loyalty with an Indian clerk.
The pairing creates a right old ruck in the house domicile as the naivety of her crony softens Victoria’s opinion on life, bringing her comfort in her last days.
It’s an engaging story and the expel play it to perfection.
Eddie Izzard is pleasant as future aristocrat Bertie and it is congested full of shining cameos, such as Simon Callow as Puccini.
But nonetheless again Judi Dench’s black totally steals every scene, even when she is defunct or dead.
There are copiousness of good moments to penchant – in sold a party stage where the subjects try to keep up with an intensely inspired Victoria.
My one big dispute was the opening statement: “Based on genuine events . . . mostly.” What does that mean? That yes, there was a Queen Victoria but all else is nonsense?
Go tough or go home with statements like that. It also has a 19th century Indian visiting London and saying: “Cut all the nicey-nicey crap.”
Often farcical, spasmodic touching, somewhat hammy but always entertaining, this is good, easy fun.
You already know what it will be like – but that is a and in this case.
Victoria Abdul (PG) 112 mins