The movie presents a situation that would be any mother's nightmare, but with Judy Dench as Philomena, the nightmare worked itself out toward a redemption. Having watched and enjoyed the movie, I now have a strong
urge to read Sixsmith’s novel. I’m also
intrigued by the recently publicized reaction of the “order of nuns, the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary
in County Tipperary, who claim they were made to look like ‘villains’. Sister
Julie Rose, the order’s assistant congregational leader, said the film ‘does
not tell the whole truth, and in many ways is very misleading’.” Without a
doubt, the nuns and the Catholic nunnery are the bad guys in this mellow yet
heartwarming tale. Strangely, however their victim Philomena does not hold a grudge
against them. A devout Catholic herself, Philomena believes the separation was
part of the penitence she needed to do for having enjoyed premarital sex.
The all forgiving Philomena is also very appreciative of the American family that adopted
her son; she feels it gave him opportunities far better than she could ever
have done, and for that she is grateful.
However, the audience is not as forgiving. We cannot condone what the Sisters at the Nunnery did to Philomena, and we are also suspect about just how well life turned out for
the separated son of Philomena in the United States, especially in the light of the fact that he was gay, and he
was a part of the Reagan administration.
Philomena, the movie, is the story of a separation; yet, I came out of the cinema hall with a warm and fuzzy feeling of having witnessed a reunion. Intriguing as that thought is, I
strongly recommend you watch this movie if you enjoy underplayed emotion, witty
banter, and acting par excellence.
