Diane Keaton and Brendan Gleeson experience passionate feelings for, a little assistance from a pleasant London park
In the charmingly humble rom-com “Hampstead,” Diane Keaton plays a widow maintaining an unrealistic lifestyle in a tony London neighborhood neglecting the pleasant Hampstead Heath.
At some point, she spies with her binoculars a loner (Brendan Gleeson) who lives in a handcrafted shack in a remote corner of the recreation center, and a to some degree far-fetched sentiment results after they meet face to face at the grave of Karl Marx in adjacent Highgate Cemetery.
She’s enraptured by this man who has repudiated the trappings of society, property, and status.
She, obviously, is gradually being choked by those equivalent trappings — to such an extent that she’s thinking about a dalliance with a bookkeeper who guarantees to deal with the obligations deserted by her late spouse.
“Hampstead,” coordinated by Joel Hopkins, seems to have been moping on a rack some place; it opened in Europe two years prior.
Perhaps the nearness of such high power on-screen characters, just as a supporting cast that incorporates Lesley Manville and Simon Callow, prompted outsize budgetary desires.
Be that as it may, it’s a wonderful shake of a film that utilizes its agreeable leads — Keaton’s strangely glorious klutziness matches well against Gleeson’s blunt good integrity — and an engaging setting.
A subplot including a court show over the loner’s endeavors to guarantee squatter’s rights over his little stretch of the recreation center undermines now and again to crash the story, as does some extra made sentimental clash.
In any case, in general, the vivacious, unfussy “Hampstead” goes down simple.