Ms. Harris goes to Paris

In the English language there is an ironic expression “no good deed goes unpunished”. Ms. Harris goes to Paris It is the opposite. In the world of this movie, kindness always leads to the best of karma. Because that feels so good on a level that you have to use “cat purring” and “cream cake” as similes to best describe your viewing experience. These are the relaxed old school movies where you never have to fear that something bad will happen to you. It is very appreciated!

Ms. Harris is a real, hard-working housekeeper (with a street hose and a full kit) in 1950s Britain who dreams of owning her very own luxury Christian Dior dress. Her dream takes her to Paris where the French and the French get to experience the disarming charm of the working class. The movie is based on a book by American Paul Galico (but the original title was Mrs. Aries goes to Paris to really highlight her affiliation with the class) and has previously appeared in a version starring Angela Lansbury.

Leslie Manville is exquisitely good as Mrs. Harris. No matter how cloudy the pink movie wanders, Leslie maintains an emotional depth that constantly reminds you of where the hard earth is (and in the case of the movie’s Paris, pretty sloppy). Even if it was a satisfying movie in the first place, the chapter’s perspective and Sartre’s puppets constantly boil over throughout the movie. Surely we are more than our class? More than our profession? And of course, Dior made beautiful dresses for the most beautiful people in the movie. Ms. Harris can sometimes be frustratingly good-hearted, but he’s also the type of gullible who can be incredibly reassuring and welcoming. Ms. Harris goes to Paris It’s the cozy blanket in the winter’s darkness.