Editor: Earlier this week, my husband, Bernie and I saw a delightful Canadian film called The Grand Seduction set in Newfoundland. The plot was that this small harbour needed a doctor in order to draw a plant to the community of 102, in order to provide full-time employment and relieve the folk of inadequate EI, sustain independent living and preserve their way of life.
The seduction of the doctor and winning of the plant showed an ingenious combining of humor, breathtaking scenery, wonderful characterization and heart. The whole production was uplifting and left the viewer with hope and a belief that a determined group of people can find their way against insurmountable odds.
Gordon Pinsent, a true blue Newfoundlander, with a glint in his eye and a crooked smile, stole the show for me, whether it be in attaching a frozen fish on the line of the novice doctor fisherman or lying with his wife while consoling his third bedmate, the mayor. Because the doctor liked cricket, the community constructed such a field and adorned in white, and cut down oars for sticks to show the handsome surgeon they shared his interests. The whole show was dotted with these creative means to attain the end.
It goes on and on with intercepted phone calls, audio sensual content, unrequited love and betrayal. Other themes that made one think of an less sophisticated time was a gossipy party line and most currently family separation for work elsewhere. Like many Maritimers they were doing what needed to be done to survive with everything against them and with a deep desire to preserve a treasured way of existing without measuring the cost.