Film

Wit

Name: Wit
Genre: Drama, TV Movie
Released: 2001
Cast: Emma Thompson, Audra McDonald, Jonathan M. Woodward, Christopher Lloyd, Eileen Atkins

Mike Nichols' adaptation of Margaret Edson's Pulitzer-winning play puts Emma Thompson's formidable English professor through experimental chemotherapy for ovarian cancer, addressing the camera with the same rigor she once brought to John Donne. It's spare, unsentimental, sharply funny in flashes and devastating by the end — for viewers who want illness drama that respects intelligence over spectacle.

TMDb rating

7.3

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