Colette (8/10)
by Tony Medley
Runtime 112 minutes.
R
This is a film whose quality is
more than a sum of its parts. For me, the best of it is the
cinematography (Giles Nuttgens). The locales are so beautifully framed
and shot many of the scenes could stand as magnificent oil paintings.
The visual values of this movie blew me away. Even without the fine
story and good acting, they alone would be worth the price of admission
for me. It is just a beautiful movie to watch.
The ambience of early 20th
century France is enchantingly evocative.
This is the story of Sidonie-Gabrielle
Colette (Keira Knightley), her writings, and her relationship with her
husband, a well-known but not very talented Parisian writer known as
Willy (Dominic West). After Willy convinces her to ghostwrite a book for
him, she creates an autobiographical story about a country girl named
Claudine, and it becomes a cultural sensation.
Like the recent film The
Wife, Colette sublimates herself and the fame that was justly hers
to the cheating, manipulative Willy who basks like a peacock, as Colette
turns out book after book about Claudine.
Willie and Colette live an open
marriage and Colette quickly recognizes that she is bisexual. Both
Knightley and West give fine performances capturing complex characters
and their increasingly bizarre relationship.
Written by the late Richard
Glatzer (with his partner Wash Westmoreland and Rebecca Lenkiewicz) and
directed by Westmoreland, this is as high quality a film as has been
made in a long time. As an aside, Glatzer was a long time Bridge
opponent of mine, a gifted player who continued playing the game almost
up to the date of his death.
As many good biopics do, the
film closes with photos of the real people.
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