Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins star in this charming film about an American woman who enjoys a postal friendship with the staff (and one gentleman, in particular) of an English book store. Sweet & funny & innocent, this also now serves as a reminder of how valuable the personal touch in an increasingly impersonal world. Moments in which the characters talk directly to camera don't work so well, but the rest does.
Simplistic but warm-hearted, 84 Charing Cross Croad is a lovely love letter for second-hand books, but also a wistful story about longing for something you might never be able to do/see, and living that longing through movies and whatnot. Bancroft is lovely as Hanff, and overall the film just appealed to me more than the book.
I love the starting point of it: correspondence from one side to other and its synthesis, but it actually lasts a lot to develop: there's a lot of passion for books, but for instance, its plot is all about: "Do you have this book? Yes, I'll send it to you :) ". So when you start to actually feel something deep, such as Hanff's love for england, she just reaches Marks and company... and that's it
There's a distinction between the charm of the original story (made all the more heart-warming by the fact that it was true) vs. the manner in which it is told. Bancroft and Hopkins are magnificent to watch as always, as are the supporting players, but the film -- in and of itself -- is a little thin. Had they included Hanff's sequel of sorts, "The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street", it would have been more complete.