A British investment broker inherits his uncle’s chateau and vineyard in Provence, where he spent much of his childhood. He discovers a new laid-back lifestyle as he tries to renovate the estate to be sold.
“Forgive my lips; they find joy in the most unusual places.”
A Good Year was a surprise for me. I noticed it as a trailer for some other movie I watched, and thought, “Eh, I’ll add it to Netflix and see what happens.” About a billion and a half years later, it showed up in my mailbox, by which time I had, naturally, forgotten what it was and why I wanted to see it in the first place. So its fate was the same as all the other Netflix movies you don’t remember adding to your queue: it collected dust.
I think it had lain there on the top of the Blu-ray player for at least a month before I snagged the remnants of a bottle of Francis Ford Coppola’s “Votre Santé” Pinot Noir – nope, not joking – and hit “Play”. Imagine my surprise when the movie ended two hours later and I’d also managed to polish off an entire bottle of Pinot Noir from The Cellar Door as well!
The first thing you should know about this movie is that it is, at least on the French locations, beautiful. As in, I wanted to step through the screen beautiful. I wonder if Ridley Scott (yes, THAT Ridley Scott) deliberately tried to make London look dark, wet, cold and dreary. If he was trying, he certainly succeeded.