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Nothing Like a Dame

This irresistible documentary sits in on the colorful lives of Maggie Smith, Eileen Atkins, Judi Dench, and Joan Plowright --- the Dames of British Theatre. Old but young-at-heart, these women collectively reminisce about their golden years while spending a long summer weekend in a house Joan once shared with Sir Laurence Olivier.
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The Telegraph by

In a breezy chat, the quartet are mostly unwilling to dwell on unpleasant subjects, so Michell uses archive footage to spell out the subtext.
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TheWrap by Dave White

Tea With the Dames, from director Roger Michell (“Notting Hill”), is as cozy and satisfying as its title suggests.
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LarsenOnFilm by Josh Larsen

It’s all immensely entertaining, revealing, and moving—especially the occasional silences, when they sit comfortably together and the shared years fill the open space.
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RogerEbert.com by Matt Fagerholm

Michell’s film allows us the privilege to spend an unscripted hour or so with the four acting goddesses during their routine visit to Plowright’s home in the English countryside, and though our time with them is brief, the very thought of our world existing in their absence is almost unbearable.
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The Guardian by Peter Bradshaw

I would have loved to hear a discussion on a wider range of issues, particularly #TimesUp, but with a film this much fun, it seems churlish to ask for anything else.
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Observer by Rex Reed

Unrehearsed, spontaneous and off-the-cuff, they don’t hold back, their fearless charm is relaxed and effortless, and the relentless candor is enchanting. The result is 83 minutes of bliss spent with four Dames who know the difference between truth and illusion, and generously give a great deal of both. In Tea with the Dames, boredom is not an option.
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New York Post by Sara Stewart

In a perfect world, Tea With the Dames could be a series. Let us be flies on the wall for this posse’s weekly gathering for tea and convivial cackling. And I say this with the delighted surety that they would tell anyone who proposed this idea to go straight to hell.