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Maudie

Playing at:   Camera 3 Downtown - Buy Tickets

Director: Aisling Walsh (The Daisy Chain)

Cast: Ethan Hawke, Sally Hawkins, Gabrielle Rose, Kari Matchett, Zachary Bennett, Billy MacLellan

Synopsis: Based on the true story of an unlikely romance in which the reclusive Everett Lewis hires a fragile yet determined woman named Maudie to be his housekeeper. Maud, bright-eyed but hunched with crippled hands, yearns to be independent, to live away from her protective family and she also yearns, passionately, to create art. Unexpectedly, Everett finds himself falling in love. "Hawkins and Hawke turn in the year's first two Oscar-worthy performances."--Variety

Running Time: 117 Minutes
(plus 8-10 minutes of trailers)

Official Web Site:
http://sonyclassics.com/maudie/

MPAA Rating: PG-13

Showtimes

Camera 3 Downtown Buy Tickets
Fri-Sun at 4:00pm; Mon-Thu Does Not Show

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Reviews:

Fall in Love with ‘Maudie,’ a Female-Forward Film set in a Backward Time

By Thelma Adams

Cruel beautiful world (a title stolen from novelist Caroline Leavitt) perfectly describes the animating vision behind Aisling Walsh’s magical Maudie. The moving biopic focuses on Nova Scotia folk artist Maud Lewis (Sally Hawkins), an obscure figure who couldn’t stop her arthritic fingers from painting the world around her in vibrant colors on whatever surface she could access, from walls and windows to boards and post cards. A gorgeous color palette and a tactile sensitivity to the emotions and intelligence of rural people help to create an organic work that integrates brilliant casting, yummy production and costume design, and fine cinematography.

Hawkins is a favorite actor of mine – and if you haven’t watched Happy-Go-Lucky in a while and need a lift, take a look. She fully inhabits Maudie, looking out from under eyes aimed down by a curved neck, enjoying those simple pleasures she’s allowed. She carries two things at once: the weight of her disability and the unquenchable lift of a temperament that appreciates beauty, which the rough landscape offers in abundance. She can’t travel far but that doesn’t inhibit her from seeing deeply – and Hawkins is an actress capable of showing how joy and kindness in adversity form a rare and beautiful type of bravery. Above all, this Maudie is a good woman whose primary need is simple and yet so difficult to attain: to create art in a secure environment.

Unlike the movies My Left Foot or Frida, Walsh’s shimmering drama doesn’t focus on the disability that folds and bends the slight heroine but on the strong individual spirit that animates her. Hawkins delivers a brave and affectless Oscar-worthy physical performance – we struggle along with her as she scuttles down the rutted roads of Nova Scotia or rises awkwardly from scrubbing a bare floor on her hands and knees. But the limits of her body are less impediments than the judgments of society, particularly those of her provincial Aunt Ida (Gabrielle Rose) and conniving brother Charles (Zachary Bennett).

Fleeing the constrictions of her blood relations, Maudie strikes out by taking a housekeeping position in the shack of crotchety fishmonger Everett Lewis (Ethan Hawke). He’s no prize – short on social skills, rude, brutal – but he’s also hard-working and wounded. Hawke dives deep and vanishes into the role. The actor may be over-broody here, but that could be because he didn’t try to leaven a heartsick soul incapable of articulating his emptiness or his desires except in a childish anger. Everett’s unspoken mantra: If you don’t like me, I’ll make sure I’m unlikeable.

Walsh works with restraint, even in an episode of what we would now call domestic violence. The big emotions unfold in small scenes of tenderness and connection, as the two broken individuals circle each other with suspicion and, ultimately a hard-won acceptance, even love. Even in moments of intimacy – Maudie dancing awkwardly on Everett’s toes on their wedding night – he promises that this won’t change his brusque personality in the morning. And it doesn’t.

Bent as she is, Maud is a character that draws the audience into her world – but she’s in no way precious. She smokes cigarettes. She snaps back. She takes her lumps. She bends under the world’s weight but never breaks. This drama resists painting the familiar arc of an artist’s rise from obscurity to acclaim and then a downfall from great heights. It is the art itself that is the light, the power of creativity to liberate an individual soul and be a daily force for good.

Tenderness, compassion and forgiveness: these lie at the heart of the relationship between Maudie and her husband, and of Sherry White’s script. These are old-school values worth revisiting. Maudie celebrates the capacity to appreciate the world that lies framed within a window, to see the cruel beauty of the everyday and transform it into art. This wedding of craft and imagination also describes Walsh’s textured filmmaking, connecting frame after frame of gorgeous vistas to an emotionally rich female-driven narrative about art’s healing power and the potential for redemption in everyday acts of grace.

Copyright 2017 New York Observer


A portrait of a painter whose canvas was her life, and whose life was her canvas

By Chris Knight

Canadian folk artist Maud Lewis lived in a house so tiny that today it sits comfortably inside a room at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia. The first floor is so squat that the normal-sized door meets the ceiling, and there seems so little room for the second that the presence of a roughhewn staircase looks like it might be a trick of the light.

Irish director Aisling Walsh has expertly recreated this minuscule shack, and the larger-than-life woman who inhabited it for almost 30 years. In the second task, she has been ably assisted by Sally Hawkins, creating a warm, humane performance of a woman who, growing up in the early years of the last century, might have been labeled a cripple, and perhaps “funny.” (She suffered from lifelong arthritis and was socially awkward.)

As told in Maudie, young Lewis (née Dowley) is living with her aunt Ida (Gabrielle Rose) in Digby, N.S., and chafing under the woman’s controlling presence. When she sees a help-wanted ad in the general store for a live-in housekeeper, she impulsively heads down the road to the home of Everett Lewis (Ethan Hawke), which doesn’t look big enough to handle a live-in goldfish. Lewis probably had to go outside just to stretch his thinking, although in the early going there’s little evidence of that. Brutish in the manner of a Brontë antihero, he barks at her from their first meeting, and in one cringe-worthy scene hauls off and smacks her.

It is a testament to Hawke’s committed yet unshowy performance that both he and the film are able to recover from this wanton domestic violence. Maud quietly asserts herself as an equal partner in what would soon become a marriage, handling whatever bookkeeping is required of an itinerant, unlettered fish peddler, and painting colourful nature scenes on the side. (Sometimes literally, as in on the side of their house.)

Maud finds an early patron in Sandra (Kari Matchett), a New Yorker with a Katherine Hepburn accent who’s vacationing in the Maritimes, and both clearly feel they’ve made a deal when Sandra agrees to pay $5 (plus postage!) for one of her tiny oil paintings.

A newspaper story then leads to a visit from a CBC camera crew, and growing fame. The passage of the years is evident only from the increasingly modern cars that sometimes stop at their house, and from the news that “vice-president Nixon” wants one of her works. (The artist died in 1970.)

As wonderful as the performances are, I have to go back to that house. In real life, it is about three metres on a side, smaller than most garden sheds. The crew created a replica that was just a touch larger in each dimension to allow for easier filming, and we watch as the years pass and Lewis gradually fills up the dark walls, the door and even the window with brightly coloured images.

This is a painter whose canvas was her life, and whose life her canvas. Maudie is a magnificent celebration of both.

Copyright 2017 The National Post

       











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