The Invisible Woman
This review first appeared in the Sunday Star-Times, 20th April 2014
The great actor and now often-times director, Ralph Fiennes, nearly burst a blood vessel playing Coriolanus, his previous effort at taking the lead role as well as running the show. In The Invisible Woman Fiennes tackles another great literary hero, Charles Dickens, and once again delivers a compelling performance while exercising a restraint seldom seen by stars-who-direct.
Though everyone knows his name, few may know that Dickens’ private life battled a few best and worst times of its own. Ostensibly happily married and father to a herd, Dickens’ eye was apparently turned by a young actress he encountered during a local theatre production (the play written, incidentally, by his mate Wilkie Collins, played predictably but delightfully by the irrepressible Tom Hollander). Dickens takes young Nelly Ternan into his heart under the watchful eye of her mother (Kristin Scott Thomas), but naturally the path to this sort of forbidden love cannot run smoothly.
It’s a love story template we know well, but thankfully Fiennes demands excellent work from his cast who deliver smooth dialogue and nuanced performances enhanced by the pretty costume design and some beautiful photography. As young Nelly, Felicity Jones (who worked with Fiennes in Cemetery Junction) shows she has blossomed into an accomplished actress, adept at playing the ingénue as well as the tortured older soul whose reminiscences form the basis of the story.
Above all, there is something fascinating about seeing a household name from the 1850s as he was in real-life – mobbed at the races like a modern-day celebrity; cooed over by readers who debate the detail of his greatest works; breaking social conventions by fraternising with unmarried couples. With universally strong performances propelled through a pacy narrative, The Invisible Woman should not be allowed to slip away unseen.
My Old Lady
An American (Kevin Kline, playing it surprisingly straight) returns to Paris to claim his inheritance in the form of a sprawling, valuable apartment in the Marais district – the type with myriad cluttered rooms but only one poky toilette. With nothing to show for his 57 years on Earth, the self-involved victim of upbringing is hoping to make a quick sale and bail back to New York. But the old lady he finds living in his apartment has other ideas.
Starring Dame Maggie Smith and Francophone Kristin Scott-Thomas, the buyer who may be expecting berets, baguettes and cynical witticisms à la Dowager Countess of Grantham had better beware: this family melodrama pulls no punches and promises few laughs. Instead, it impresses with fine acting (once Scott-Thomas stops dialling it up to 11) and some touchingly plausible responses to life-shattering revelations.
But the typical accordion soundtrack is suited to lighter fare, the tone is shifty and ultimately the film is an uncomfortable juxtaposition of cringy and affecting.