A film partly written and directed by Madonna. There are two stories in this, in 1998 a young woman called Wally (aptly) is obsessed by Wallis Simpson the American who got Edward VIII to abdicate and marry her. The Wally of 1998 skulks around the museums exhibiting the 1930s Wally’s memorabilia, she buys her gloves at an auction. Wally 1998’s husband is abusive and she ends up sleeping with the museum’s security guard. Wally Simpson and Ed get together and he abdicates and can’t contact the new King Of England. We don’t see them visit their pal Hitler.
This is a disgustingly dim witted film. There are reminders of Single White Female where Jennifer Jason Leigh wanted to dress and look like Bridget Fonda, the 1998 Wally has a similarly creepy obsession with that 1930s gold digger Wallis Simpson, who is unlovable and lives for style and self. Eddie does the royal thing and swans round a Welsh mining town playing the pompous monarch bestowing his gracious condescension on the unwashed yokels. I think that The King’s Speech has a lot to answer for here, it’s turned people’s brains to jelly. This egregious and comically archaic institution is not really about the Buck House people, it’s really a soap opera gig about Britishness and it’s a pretty smug and mindless one at that. It’s fitting that Madonna, the supposed queen of style, is into the monarchy. History for her is just a matter of fashion styles and photo ops..
Hilariously, the commentary goes on about the funeral of George the Third in 1936 when all the time I thought he died in 1820. The Wally of 1998 has an abusive husband whom any self respecting woman would have ditched in a nanosecond, and there’s supposed to be some sort of parallel with Wally Simpson who was supposed to have given up everything for marriage to a King – diddums. At times this film gets really weird, Wally Simpson hitches up her dress (in the 1930s) to dance to the Sex Pistols’ Pretty Vacant (1977). Andrea Riseborough who plays W. Simpson and Abbie Cornish who plays the 1998 Wally must have been desperate to act in this turkey, which wouldn’t be worth writing about but for it’s being a symptom of our present malaise.