Although the film's characters are fictional, Greenfingers was inspired by a true story, detailed in a 1998 New York Times article, about real-life British convicts who discovered that rehabilitation can take root in the most unlikely soil (in this case, limestone). In a country where tending garden is practically a national obsession, the inmates proved so adept with rake and hoe that they began entering and winning some of the most prestigious competitions in the world.
The film stars Clive Owen, so memorable in Croupier, as Colin Briggs, a sullen, antisocial murderer who, nearing the end of his 15-year sentence, has been transferred to HMP (Her Majesty's Prison) Edgefield, a minimum-security prison in the Cotswolds, a typically picturesque spot in the Midlands. Colin rejects the friendly overtures of his elderly roommate, Fergus Wilks (David Kelly of Waking Ned Devine), as well as the enthusiastic exhortations of the liberal-minded prison warden, Governor Hodge (Warren Clarke).
Quite by accident, Colin grows a small patch of blue violets and, before long, he, Fergus and three other inmates are spending their days cultivating daffodils, honeysuckle, sweet william and the like. (When the men initially express doubt, Fergus tells them, "We've been prisoners a long time. Let's be gardeners.") Edgefield's first-ever garden soon attracts the attention of the outside world, including Georgina Woodhouse (Helen Mirren), the grande dame of British horticulture, and her daughter Primrose (Natasha Little).
Now then, either British prisons are blessed with sweeter, cuddlier burglars and murderers than those in the United States or the filmmakers are taking a bit of poetic license. But so what? This is a feel-good movie; why beat around the bush about it? The English countryside is lovely; the film's score has a bouncy, appealing beat; and the humor is gentle and inoffensive. The performances are equally ingratiating.
Owen's Colin possesses a solitary nature not unlike the character he portrayed in Croupier, but the origins of his reticence could not be more dissimilar, and the actor crafts a completely different persona here, showing us Colin's slow but gradual reawakening to life's possibilities. Mirren has a field day as the flamboyant and opinionated mistress of British horticulture who seems to place a higher priority on gardening than on motherhood. The supporting players are an endearing lot (when was the last time a movie didn't have a villain?), with a special nod to Clarke as the kindhearted prison warden.
Some of the accents are a bit difficult to decipher, and the story's message is candy-coated, to say the least, but Greenfingers proves a lovely, sweet alternative for audiences fed up with the latest hell-on-wheels action thriller or the newest horror-film comedy spoof.
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