So we’re all in love with Amy Adams now. And why not? She’s lovable.

Her newly attained stardom is probably the main reason that her latest film, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, is playing outside art houses. This British-made period piece won’t appeal to the popcorn crowds, and its natural audience is probably limited to Anglophiles who are nostalgic for the Edwardian era – you know, people who download Ivor Novello songs to their iPods and wonder why Jessie Matthews’ films aren’t out on DVD. This movie will be catnip to them. For everyone else who went to the cineplex recently and found Amy Adams enchanting, well, they’ll be rewarded too, with her star power filling out another role in satisfying fashion.

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