Her Majesty, Mrs. Brown

In which a Highlander beardo infects Queen Victoria with affection if not lust. Billy Connolly strives to churn this thin gruel into something thicker, and pulls it off. Even if you ignore the many historical holes and gaps so wide you could toss fourteen bowling balls through 'em, you still end up rooting for the wrong side (Disraeli, as opposed to Gladstone). Entertaining, but dangerous for the benighted.

B+

83.000

Nothing special, but generally likable, well performed and shot.

One in a growing number of British royalist dramas, created out of historical events so indifferent, that the sole justification for it's existence is the great acting.

The "Animal House" approach to the Victorian era

Good

Great film.