The Invisible Woman -- Movie Review
The Invisible Woman
Directed
by Ralph Fiennes
This movie is slow moving and hard to follow. If you don't know much about Charles Dickens
-- and most Americans don't, let's be real -- it is very hard, especially at
the outset (that is, for about the first forty-five minutes) to tell what is
going on, who the characters are, or what their relationships are to one
another. It takes a long time to wind up
the propeller on this airplane and get it off the ground. The plot is very simple: an unhappily married man in midlife meets a
fresh young woman and has an affair with her.
The affair goes badly, however, and they end up separating. That is about all that happens. So in a story like that the interest is going
to be in the psychological intricacies of the characters and their
relationships to one another. But this
film does not succeed in that aspect. It
is called "The Invisible Woman."
Presumably, that refers to Nellie (Felicity Jones), but it could more
aptly refer to Charles Dickens' wife, Mary, (Susanna Hislop), who is given
short shrift in the movie, and presumably also in life. More broadly, everyone in this movie is invisible, including Charles Dickens
(Ralph Fiennes). None of the characters
are well drawn. We do see Charles Dickens'
vitality, energy, and his love of celebrity and the acclaim he received for
being a famous writer. But we see
nothing of what made him tick as a writer, why he wrote the things that he
wrote, what inspired him, or the dynamics of his relationships with his
women. Nellie is an aloof, self-absorbed
young woman, who seems oddly conservative for a man like Charles Dickens. They seem to break up -- sort of -- after a
train wreck in which Nellie is injured.
She goes on and establishes a life for herself after Dickens, but none
of it has any rhyme or reason. A lot of
time and attention and expense has been spent on costumes, settings and
creating the cinematic spectacle. The
result, I feel, is rather overstaged.
This striving for cinematic perfection gives the film an unreal,
illusory quality. Perhaps it mirrors the
way the characters and the affair have been portrayed. The whole thing comes off as sanitized and
romanticized, which the nineteenth century definitely wasn't, nor was anything
in Charles Dickens' books. I don't
believe anything in this movie, and it did not make me want to read the book. It is the kind of movie where the more I
think about it, the worse it gets. I guess that is an indication that I should
stop now, but you get the idea.