Brideshead Revisited (8/10)
by Tony Medley
Shortly after this films
starts, new student Charles Ryder (Matthew Goode) is walking around
Oxford with a relative, an upperclassman, who is giving him some advice.
They walk by a canal and someone is making a fool of himself singing at
the top of his voice on a gondola. His relative says, “Those are
sodomites; stay away from them or you’ll regret it.”
That night Sebastian Flyte
(Ben Whishaw), a lord, bursts into Charles’ room and throws up. The next
day Sebastian sends Charles flowers and an apology. Sebastian is one of
the sodomites against whom Charles had been warned. But, apparently,
Charles is, too. Thus begins Charles’ odyssey with the Flyte clan, who
live at Brideshead, a spectacular English manor, as regaled in Evelyn
Waugh’s 1945 novel and recounted in the almost interminable PBS
miniseries that lasted, what, forever? (actually 11 hours).
This is a wonderfully told,
beautifully filmed retelling of Waugh’s story. Some of the set piece
scenes are so astonishingly crafted they look like impressionist
paintings. The cinematography (Jess Hall) is stunning. While the film
lasts too long, 133 minutes, just about every scene is worth the wait.
Director Julian Jarrold has done a sensitive, penetrating
interpretation, aided immeasurably by a good script by Jeremy Brock and
Charles is accepted as a
part of the Brideshead family by Sebastian’s mother, Lady Marchmain
(Emma Thompson), who is a devout Catholic, and therein lies the rub. She
is so devout and so domineering that she has run her husband, Lord
Marchmain (Michael Gambon), off to Venice where he lives with his
mistress, Cara (Greta Scacchi).
Problems arise when Charles
meets Sebastian’s sister, Julia (Hayley Atwell). This fouls everything
up for everyone because apparently Charles is bisexual and terribly
taken with Julia. Jarrold, Brock, and Davies have apparently changed the
chronology and essence from the book, but what they’ve done works for a
story that can be told in cinematic format.
While told from Charles’
POV, the story hinges on Lady Marchmain’s psychological dominance over
her son and daughter, and how each reacts. It puts a terrible strain on
Charles as Julia struggles with her Catholic heritage and whether she
can free herself from the influence of her domineering mother.
This type of movie is
generally not my cup of tea, but I was fascinated by the way Jarrold
tells the story and the stunning cinematography and set design. The
acting is superb, especially Thompson, Atwell, and Whishaw. Atwell makes
Julia inscrutably desirable. Her beauty grew on me as the movie
progressed. Whishaw makes Sebastian’s doomed life entirely believable.
I’ve never seen Thompson give a bad performance and she’s at the top of
her game here. Goode is the glue that holds all these troubled
characters together, and he accomplishes that task with aplomb.
I wouldn’t have believed
it, but I really enjoyed this movie.