This is one of those movies where you check your prejudices at the box office and cry 'uncle' as you take your seat and in return you get to wallow in pure entertainment with a bittersweet afterglow. It's a family movie in every sense of the word you can think of and features three leading performances that are well beyond magnificent. In a nutshell Ray Liotta's wife dies - presumably prematurely, traumatising their daughter to the extent that she becomes withdrawn and loses - at least temporarily - the ability to speak. The obvious solution is to hire a nanny/governess/therapist and this provides a sequence reminiscent of The Fabulous Baker Boys in which a succession of round pegs try out for the square hole position. Finally, as we knew would happen, the ideal candidate shows up in the shape of Whoopi Goldberg and leaves the opposition dead in the water. And now a theme - as opposed to a plot - rears its discreet head; Goldberg is as black as a yard up a chimney and Liotta is as kosher as bagels and lox and the year is 1959. Goldberg is clearly an honorary member of the Magic Circle and in nothing flat a once dysfunctional household is running as smoothly as a Patek Phillipe. If you have anything in your thoracic cavity this is a movie you can watch, enjoy, and be moved by, time and time again.
Review of Corrina, Corrina
