English Estate

Not a lot about this plot made sense. A young woman is the last distant relative of a man who owned an enormous English country estate. The place they showed in the film would go for tens of millions of dollars. She expects to sell it in a week?

Then she found out her distant uncle ran a furniture crafting business, which evidently hadn't been producing much product lately. How was he paying the upkeep on the enormous estate? He certainly didn't leave her a flush cash inheritance to help out with that.

Then she meets the guy who ran the business for her uncle, and her uncle left him the furniture business. But again, there doesn't seem to be much furniture being produced.

Of course, the two get off to a rocky start and he sabotages her showing while she tries to sell the place. But after that they start to get along?

My wife and I finally had enough when the writers had him put on a pair of Wellies to ride a bike into town for lunch at the pub. Hint: that is NOT when you wear Wellies, which are for tromping through mud and worse out in the fields.

Quite simply, nothing about the script, plot or dialogue, rang true for us ... and while American ... we've traveled to England a few times and stayed with friends on farms.

Sad, because when I saw the title, I had better hopes for this movie.

First - if you add up the reviews the average rating is 2.6 which is about right - not 5.9 . Second I lasted over 30 minutes before I couldn't stand it any more . To quote one of the reviewers - it was becoming increasingly annoying. The premise is ludicrous to start with - to leave the Business and Furniture to one person and the Estate itself to another is nuts leaving the owner of the estate with no means to maintain the property. Second - the chemistry between the two leads was none existent - the best part was seeing Juliet Mills again - and her husband who made Grease 2 even more forgettable. In short - don't waste your time.

Nothing at all redeeming about this film. It falls flat on every possible level, but the utter worst is "Jamie", the male lead and potential love interest. He is the human form of Eeyore and his pessimism is so thoroughly palpable that it ruins any hope of getting me to endure this garbage to the end.

The writers seem to have targeted the ultra stupid in American society with the worst of idiotic cliches. You know the ones; there's nothing more to British life than the perfectly made pot of tea, correcting grammar to "chips" instead of "fries", and, the ultimate insult, Wellies needed to ride a bicycle to the pub. When I hit my limit of ten eye-rolls, I hit the power button and ended the misery.

Save yourself. This one is a hard pass.

I'm on my Philo and hapoened to cross this. Very interesting but I'm fond of making guesses of storylines. Lovestories usualky run same plot, twist it you may but end the same. In this case, lobe waiting and change the course of plan. Ooops, live prevails! Truth is, I love more the in-betweens, meeting new friends along the way, more so with locals. These are the people who complete the story, the ones that went down the centuries to make a place like thie English Estate a story for generations to share. Even in movies.

English Estate is one movie I've been interssted in most recently as I'm introduced to more and more English drama. So much history and drama English movies are famed for. Not to mention how I'm mesmerized by the British accent. Filipino like me, needless to say, is imoressed. Or perhaps, star struck?