Like so many great romances in history, the affair between Franklin Delano Roosevelt and his cousin began with a timid hand job. At least, that’s how his paramour Daisy (Laura Linney) remembers it. In Hyde Park on Hudson
, director Roger Michell brings us the tale of Margaret “Daisy” Suckley’s naughty exploits with distant relative FDR (Bill Murray), who thrills Daisy with wild rides through the woods near his mother’s upstate New York mansion in 1939. Leave it to Murray, though, to make something as icky as incest seem somehow sweet and forgivable. He’s an enchanting FDR, aglow with twinkle-eyed mischief and Poughkeepsian “huh-what’s” and “huh-why’s.” His gaggle of doting ladies are well cast, three in particular: Linney’s skittish Daisy darts about with irritating but convincing anxiety; Olivia Williams becomes a ballsy and pragmatic Eleanor Roosevelt; and FDR’s mother (Elizabeth Wilson) is deliciously bitchy. Then into the covetous hubbub waltz the King and Queen of England, on their first visit to America, hoping to convince President Roosevelt to back them in World War II. With the help of rosy quips and a slew of martinis, FDR gets the prudish Brits to loosen up, making his way to the moral of this film: Whether you’re a king with a stutter, a lady with the hots for her cousin or a president in a wheelchair, the key is finding happiness in what is, rather than in what should be. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. President.