Mr. Malcolm is a decent movie of its type… that type being an overly mannered romantic comedy of pointless rich layabouts who talk coyly and slyly while idling in drawing rooms and country manors. You know, a knock-off Jane Austen. If you like this type of movie, it’ll be a perfectly cromulent watch. If you don’t, maybe you tolerate it and then slowly start to appreciate it as it slowly unwinds over two hours. Insert ugh here.

The flick is about the handsomest catch in town – Mr. Malcolm – who has a list of all the things he requires in a bride. This makes random lady A mad so she brings in her country-bumpkin friend – random lady B – in order to program her to adheres to the precious list. Then the back-stabbing – and the random falling in love – will begin. Do these people have jobs?

Yeah, I was a little impatient with this flick. Not that it did anything wrong within this particular type of movie. Just that I wanted someone to come along and start slapping aces. You know, stop being so polite, arch, and aloof. But, hey, that’s the kind of movie this is. You don’t go into slasher film and complain about the slasher, ya know?

So it’s an alright version of what it is and if you really adore this type of flick, I’m sure you’ll have less trouble than I did initially. But I did come around and I laughed (lightly) occasionally and at least started to get a little into their flibberdigbit romances.

Score: 75