I am a fan of Diane Keaton, who I think often plays the same character with different life circumstances. So I am predisposed to enjoying this movie, and frankly even Poms and The Book Club did not set me off of her, and this movie predates both of them. I read that this movie has a small but recent fan club in England, where it is set, and they may explain why it has been shuffled up to the top of the Netflix algorhythm.
Keaton plays Emily, a widower of American extraction who runs, with little success, a vintage clothing shop for charity. She has a bunch of snooty semi-civic-minded friends who live in her building and try to manipulate her, but seem anything but warm, even by British standards. And she has dwindling resources since her newly discovered to be cheating husband has died and left her with debts. Her adult son, of Grantchester fame, is both worried about her and planning to move away. She doesn’t avoid talking about her situation in order to tie the apron strings tighter; it’s just that she doesn't even know where to start.
She meets Donald, a long time squatter on an abandoned property near her after saving his life. Having observed him, through binoculars, from her back window, bathing in the nearby river, she then sees him being assaulted outside of his makeshift (but, we learn, cozy and utilitarian) shack. They converse in the local graveyard. He’s gruff but smart and an unlikely romance takes hold. Supposedly based on a true story it is mostly in the romantic framework of storytelling.
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