Just finished with 'Driving Miss Daisy'. Well its not tough for me to like this movie. Set in 50s- the era of erudite Cadillacs and warm palatial curtains, this movie has wonderfully entwined narratives. The cinematography was high class. I felt little difficulty in understanding the strong southern accent, but Morgan Freeman as 'Hoke' more than made up with his expressive eyes- he literally talks through them. Miss Daisy played her part with great elegance and flair as well. What really impressed me about this movie was that though the moot point of the movie is quite sentimental at one hand, the racial prejudice prevailing back then, yet the movie is not overtly serious. It has its share of nice happy moments. The director deserves accolades their, for keeping the perfect stasis. As for the human emotion, for me it was the scene where she sits on her brown oak curule chair- after her first brush of dementia. Hoke asks her if she could see through his eyes, and in a moment of quiet, sublime finesse she holds his hands and says, " Hoke, you're my best friend." The whole scene is beautifully done .
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