Lucas Bravo

Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris seems like a sweet little movie about a sweet little charwoman. It is not. At least, that’s not all it is. The current film is an adaptation of earlier versions, and it presents, not just a woman dreaming of a Dior dress. It explores philosophy, as in Sartre and existentialism; it peers at feminism with references to the “invisible” woman; it juxtaposes lower middle class workers v. upper class twits.

Mrs. Harris goes to Paris is a classic British chick flick with colorful characters, fun fashion, perfectly polite people and snappy dialogue delivered in a sometimes hard to understand Cockney accent. The film is overly sweet and wide-eyed at times as the thread seems to always end up fitting through the needle, but Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris has a charming innocence we need right now.