Sometimes funny and sometimes touching, the film tells the story of a wealthy patron of the arts and would be opera singer FFJ. She's so bad she's hilarious but, because she's surrounded by sychophantic admirers who appear to be after her money, the shoddy state of the emperess's new clothes is never exposed, until she decides to invite thousands of war heroes to a concert at Carnegie Hall. I found it funny in parts, although not quite as hilarious as some reviewers have claimed. Meryl Streep is pretty good as the wife hiding a health secret that partly explains her husband's infidelities but, for me Hugh Grant steals the show as the fawning husband who initially seems to be a heel only after her money, but is later revealed to have a rather more complicated relationship with his wife. By the end of the film it seems that he really does love her, despite her follies.
Review of Florence Foster Jenkins
