The Clothes In The Wardrobe (1993) is an odd duck of a movie, a staid British drama about the mistake of agreeing to the first offer of marriage to come one’s way, the romantic excesses that one can encounter in wild, smashing India – and the terrible acts that can result from it.
So when the fiancee is twenty years older than the lass, and is apparently not yet mature, it’d be awful nice to substitute some other husband for the prospective husband.
Say, Jesus.
A bit of a puzzler from stem to stern, there are certainly characters who made me chuckle, but in the end I suspect this made more sense to the original British audience than it did to me.
Even the title escapes me, I fear.
