The Wife took me to see an Ethan Hawke movie called "Maudie". The review in the paper said:
Marrying Maude in 1938 -- several weeks after hiring her as his live-in housekeeper for 25 cents a week – this boorish, barely verbal fish peddler expects his wife to know, and to keep, her place: As he puts it, oh so romantically, that place comes right after him, his two dogs and his chickens
That sounded promising. And it was.
This is a terrific movie. It's a love story between an asshole (Ethan Hawke) and a simple saint, Maude Lewis, with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis who does primitive paintings that she sells by the road.
It's a true story, and a masterpiece of acting in both lead rolls. My bet is that Sally Hawkins will be getting an Academy Award. Even the music (by the Cowboy Junkies) is terrific.
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