Movie Review: “Quartet”

ImageOld musicians – they have the best insults.

“Your singing brought tears…to my ears.”

“I can’t forget you in ‘Carmen.’ But I’ll try.”

The retired musicians at Britain’s Beecham House may not have the cash or relatives to ensure they pass their last years at home. But they still have their wit, their love of rehearsal and the fading vestiges of their talent.

“Is there no END to your bloody talent?”

That’s the setting for Dustin Hoffman’s dainty, adorable and adorably predictable film of Ronald Harwood’s play. It’s a celebration of great old actors set in a world of once-great singers, and Huffman’s affection for them and the material shows in every frame.

Aged operatic divas – the female and the male variety – and lesser mortals from the chorus, the orchestra or the English music halls fill the rooms of Beecham House, people who must live surrounded by music – preferably their own.

“Now, when I was Gilda, it was a TRIUMPH.”

“Yes, I remember my mother telling me about it.”

That last zinger is delivered with panache by Dame Maggie Smith, playing the diva among divas, Jean Horton. The ancient, imperious Jean, “as large as life, and twice as terrifying,” is new to Beecham. And that creates a stir.

Cissy (Pauline Collins, delightful) was Jean’s forgetfully addled supporting player in many an opera. And the old skirt chaser Wilfred (Billy Connolly, too young for the part but a hoot with a randy pick-up line) knew her well, too.

That’s because his best friend, Reginald the tenor (Tom Courtenay) used to be married to her. Jean is the last person Reginald wants to see as “dignified senility” sets in.


Their awkwardness around this aloof “used to be SOMEbody” is nothing compared to that of the swanning director Cedric (“That’s CEE-dric”), played to the hilt by Michael Gambon. He hears of Jean’s arrival and immediately, the concert gala he’s planning for the home’s next fundraiser has a star attraction – if only Jean didn’t declare, “I don’t sing any more. And that’s final.”

The plot is slight and its surprises are revealed long before they charmingly play out. But Hoffman anchors his movie in performance. String quartets, clarinet duets and piano solos are performed and classical music warhorses by Boccherini and his ilk litter the soundtrack like rose petals strewn down a red carpet. Real musicians and singers, veterans of the British stage, flesh out the supporting cast.

The other type of performance stands in the foreground. Dame Maggie is having the sort of late-career renaissance that can only be compared to America’s Betty White. Here, she’s not in period costume and looks years younger than her recent screen appearances in “Downton Abbey” and “Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” She breaks out of her imperious pigeon-hole and makes Jean vulnerable, unsure of herself. In between moments when she does her trademark pursed lips put down, looking down one’s nose at whoever is on the other end of one’s nose.

Courtenay’s Reggie is kindly, curious (He studies rap to teach opera to high schoolers) and Courtenay (“The Dresser”) makes him a combination of wounded and testy.

Collins, most famous for “Shirley Valentine,” brings bubbly life to a senile dementia case that is standard issue in too many movies about the elderly.

And Connolly, hurling crass pick-up lines at nurses and the doctor in charge (Sheridan Smith), emptying his bladder whenever and wherever he must, is a wise-cracking delight.

“A wise man goes when he can. A fool goes when he must.”

Hoffman doesn’t break the mold, shock or awe anyone with his treatment of this comfort food comedy. But he does celebrate veteran entertainers, their vanities, foibles and undying passion for their art form in a way he probably wishes other directors would do for him. For show people, 75 isn’t the end. It’s just an excuse to take one more curtain call.




MPAA Rating: PG-13 for brief strong language and suggestive humor

Cast: Maggie Smith, Billy Connolly, Tom Courtenay, Pauline Collins, Michael Gambon

Credits: Directed by Dustin Hoffman, scripted by Ronald Harwood, based on his play.  A Weinstein Co. release.

Running time: 1:39

About Roger Moore

Movie Critic, formerly with McClatchy-Tribune News Service, Orlando Sentinel, published in Spin Magazine, The World and now published here, Orlando Magazine, Autoweek Magazine
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