Tonight on a special episode of Marigold Hotel Sonny looks over his nuptial responsibilities; Muriel hides a shocking secret; Evelyn and Douglas have trouble sharing their true feelings; Carol and Norman unwittingly hurt one another with affairs; and Mrs. Kapoor may have just found love. Sitcom level writing and execution torpedos any good intentions here.
A fascinating anachromism: the sort of chirpy, ensemble melodrama always playing Sunday nights on BBC1, especially in TV's new golden age. But here this is - again - both knowing and serving its (underserved) audience. At times it teeters towards cloying, but Maggie Smith is there to Britishly pull the rug from under its feet, and it could give The Avengers a few points in giving all your characters plenty of space.
The original had enough charm and sparkle to make me forgive the predictability of the story. This one, though certainly funny at times, just feels unnecessary. I was not nearly as involved with it as I was with the first one. However, the main issue that ruined the film for me was the lack of narrative focus: there's too many stories going on, most of which don't come to satisfying conclusions.