This has all the makings of a great film, a touching story of letters from an American writer who cannot source English books in New York to a charming old fashioned book shop in London who manage to send her the books. It covers many years after the second world war and food parcels are sent to the shop in thanks for the help.
It's touching, well acted but somehow does not develop or go into any depth of the relationships on show. Just a lot of glee on receiving each parcel, and a small insight into English family life at the time. Nothing really seems to happen that could make it into an absorbing story. Then it ends.
Beautifully filmed, and all actors are fine, but the film never quite gets off the ground owing to the poor screenplay.
Charming and gentle story, of an American lady who buys antiquarian books from a book shop in London's Charingcross Road, in an era before "on line shopping"
beautifully acted insight into a world which has sadly disappeared