***SPOILERS***
W.E.althy people. Beautiful people. W.E.ary people.
The year is 1998. Wally Winthrop, a rich, married and miserable New Yorker, finds solace in an exhibition recently opened at Sotheby's celebrating the circa 1930's romance of then Prince Edward and Wallis Simpson, an American woman for whose love he forfeited his throne.
And by that feeble thread hangs this hollow bauble of a film. From Cartier jewelry boxes and bottles of Chanel No. 5 to repeated flashes of uncorked Moët, every frame is a page from Vanity Fair. The present-day Wally seemingly exists for no other purpose than to justify these gratuitous advertisements: she once had a job at Sotheby's, yet even the unhappy marriage for which she gave it up has not dulled her eye for the finer things. Indeed, when she's not moping about her impossibly posh apartment she's moping about in Sotheby's, bringing herself to tears as she covets the luxurious artifacts from Wallis's and Edward's life together. And once their romance is (rather quickly) established as the excuse for Wally to indulge her predilection, it only takes one awful dialogue - there are many of these, but the one that follows is perhaps the most audacious (and therefore the worst) - to drag the film from rather absurd into quite absurd: a security guard from Sotheby's has developed a crush on Wally, and he approaches her one day after an auction:
Guard: So are you or aren't you?
Wally: Huh?
Guard: Going to bid on something?
Wally: Oh god no!
Guard: Why?
Wally: Too nerve-wrecking.
And that's as tense as it gets, I'm afraid. No wait. The next day Wally bids $10,000 on a pair of Wallis Simpson's gloves. Some pantomime spousal abuse is then shoe-horned in to give Wally's story some gravitas. As for Prince Edward, his devotion to Wallis Simpson becomes so slavish that it's embarrassing. Historically accurate or artistic license? I haven't bothered to check, but it's cringingly insipid either way.
In conclusion, this is an altogether pointless film in that, when it isn't advertising in its artistically artless way, it depicts improbable persons suffering unbelievable traumas.
Clearly intended as a stopgap for Sex and the City 3.