Review Mr.-Church

For starters, get introduced to an all new Eddie Murphy. His trademark mirth goes missing as you meet the man who cooks, devours literature, paints, dances, and plays jazz music. And the victory of the film lies in the fact that though so many of his facets are revealed, he still continues to remain n enigma.

He begins his journey with the Brody family quietly taking charge of their kitchen with his culinary skills. Though young Charlie resents him initially, he eventually wins her over with his mouth watering preparations. Not to forget, he also gives her reading tips that she later grows to value. Keeping Marie cancer a secret from the young girl, who doesn’t know that her mother is about to die, church who has had a troubled childhood quietly assumes the role of a caring elder in the household.   

 The story told by Beresford unfolds in a fairly tale style. It is shot lovingly, so the film exudes an old world charm. Writer Susan McMartin keeps the viewer thoroughly engaged with two simultaneous tracks.

Murphy is subtle and brilliant as the subservient black man whose only aim is to give happiness to the mother – daughter duo, who he has been gifted to. Britt Robertson also renders a heart- warming performance. Ditto Natasha McElhone.As the terminally-ill, beauteous Marie, her act gives you those lump in the throat moments. If you are in the mood for some soppy, sentimental stuff, give this film a try.