Call me cynical but I found this movie to be extremely manipulative. The brave widow and mother of four (or is it 5?) loveable rambunctious boys is befriended by a whimsical failed playwright. They are all gorgeous and happy until the bravest mum in the world is stricken down by an unexplained illness. I seethed with anger as the playwright neglected his beautiful and supportive wife and chose instead to roll about in the garden with the young fatherless boys. I suspect he was hoping to touch them where they wear their bathing suits. It was a very pretty Edwardian period movie and then there's Johnny Depp - he's also pretty. Am I jaded?
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