Review of Grace of Monaco (2014) by Damien F — 23 Nov 2014

Nicole Kidman makes her most inspired choice of roles since playing Suzanne Stone Maretto. Obviously successful; botox treatments mean that all it needs is a bmx and ringlets to make the scenes of racing round mountain corners more poignant. The ocular migraine inducing close-ups are, necessarily, a reference to Mary Jane Higby in " The Honeymoon Killers." Innit cute.

Meantime back at the kastle working class hero Tim Roth inhabits his role as Rai with a sincerity, nay truth, that raises awareness of the character's urchin roots as a young girl raised by her grandmother in a Normandy bordello, then discovered on a French street corner suffering croup, tb and social realist type casting.

This film is capital C Camp punishment. Not a second is utilised in making a single noteworthy emotional observation nor has it even the slightest insight into the human psyche. I loved every cringe worthy second; and am even now working on my love letter to Parker Posey requesting her frigid hand in marriage.