Film

I've Heard the Mermaids Singing

Name: I've Heard the Mermaids Singing
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 1987
Cast: Sheila McCarthy, Paule Baillargeon, Ann-Marie MacDonald, Richard Monette, John Evans

Drama

A tender, funny indie film about an awkward gallery secretary who falls for her boss, only to discover that admiration and reality are distant cousins. Sheila McCarthy is luminous as Polly, stumbling through life with grace and genuine warmth. It's a film about longing, artistic authenticity, and the peculiar ache of unrequited love—but it knows how to laugh at itself.

TMDb rating

2.9

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