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Last Chance Harvey

There's no more chances Harvey, see you in London.


By Julie D. Griffin

LONDON, ENGLAND - JUNE 03: Actor Dustin Hoffman gestures as he attends the UK Premiere of Last Chance Harvey at the Odeon West End on June 3, 2009 in London, England. (Photo by Gareth Cattermole/Getty Images)
Photo by Gareth Cattermole

Once the two find each other, Dustin Hoffman and Emma Thompson make the most perfect couple. "He's a big, strong, confident, gorgeous feller. You'll love him, he's beautiful. ~ He's got his own business," almost sounds like he has got mojo footballs as well. Stationary. "I've always loved stationary." Two people. A man and a woman, and a wedding, not theirs. But his daughter. And what is more better than for a nice calm shower and a suit to take place? Oil, futures, and advertising make a way for a wonderful evening which he thought everybody may had becloaked themselves with white. His eve at the daughter wedding dinner, a disaster already. And with his wife and her long time husband and his old friends with them, life along with the whole night looks rather sedimentary. Depressing until he finds himself with her. The last-minute, unplanned date for the ease of him he does not really know how he bumped upon her happened. Bob Seeger sings about only having tonight. Harvey wants forever after one night. Before that, she's not the first lady to to cry alone in a public bathroom. Not the last either. Harvey also realizes the proverb of the last chance.

Hard not to miss the tender moments of the film which interject at all of the right spaces and places. The tenor of mild tension builds once you find the daughter already married at the lavish banquet hall private room. He has not yet met the girlfriend - London Bridges falling down a premonition with which to punish him, his sorrow for travelling so far a long distance upon such a deep, long sea with a great heart intention to visit family. And she Kate, a mild-mannered airport worker lives a quiet life in a home geared for peace and comfort, and with daily phone calls from a mother who always inquires the same thing. Whether Kate has found a man yet. And she with a more Dublin than London advent of a accent gentle, manages to finally hear him after the third probe. Trying to read your books at a bar is often fruitful, save when Harvey wants the stranger Kate Walker to know that Johnnie Walker is no salve for the advertising job he just left. "I have to tell you that it is a relief to find someone who actually says what they are thinking," he tells her. "I'm just going to class actually. Writing." One occidental enjoyed, like strangers, like ships just passing in the night. Yet just as she falsely believes to resume her novella perusal on the way to Paddington (as in the child bear) via subway, he pops up. Naturally startled, he seems to make all nimbly wimble. What with asking to carry her books to school and all, it suddenly strikes one that for some strange reason, the man who just made love a lot more like a schoolboy, and he was walking her home.