Thursday, July 23, 2020

Minerva's Ramblings: North and South (2004 BBC Miniseries)




Let me start off by saying that Richard Armitage is quite possibly one of the most beautiful human beings on the planet (the other being Hugh Jackman). Whew. Now that we have got that out of the way…

Elizabeth Gaskell’s North and South is a sweeping social drama that is so much more than a love story between a rich man and a poor woman. Having read the book and realized this, I was excited that this was a mini-series, which meant it had the freedom to explore the many different layers of narrative in the way a film would never have been able to.

While I loved the adaptation as a whole, a few aspects really stood out for me. Something that impressed me was its bold exploration of the thematic elements of the novel. I admit that there are some literary classics that are actually thinly veiled social commentaries masquerading as fiction. (Les Miserables immediately comes to mind – I love the main plot and characters, but there are parts – chapters upon chapters, to be specific – that have nothing to do with either and, frankly, bored me to tears). However, Gaskell does it differently with this book. She does not gloss over the social realities of her time, for instance as Austen does behind a façade of sarcasm and irony. Nor do her main characters descend into asylum-level madness or end up being the devil incarnate (yes, the Bronte sisters). Gaskell tells it exactly like it is, but also manages to avoid the overtone of pessimism and melodrama of some of her contemporaries such as Dickens and Hardy. North and South is ultimately a book that is extremely readable, realistic and uplifting all at once.

I am not one to think that a TV or film adaptation of a book must necessarily be a frame-by-frame replica of it. However, it irks me when they “dumb down” the complexities of the context, themes and characterizations of a literary classic, boiling it down to a linear storyline that could probably be summed up in a single sentence. One of the best things about this adaptation is that it does not reduce it to just another period romance, which, given the chemistry between the leads, it could have safely done. However, it goes way beyond to brilliantly portray the major issues highlighted in the novel, such as social class and prejudice, religious ideology, patriarchy, poverty, civil unrest, industrialization and urbanization. Nothing is black or white, or inherently good or bad. Every issue has positive and negative consequences; and while the spread of technology and industrialization is inevitable, those who do evaluate the social costs of their actions and strive to overcome them, are to be admired. 

Secondly, the characterization. There are a few fictional characters that I have fallen in love with during my lifetime (my therapist says this is completely normal). Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, Gabriel Oak from Far from the Madding Crowd and John Thornton from North and South (sorry Mr. Rochester, you don’t make the cut). I am fiercely protective of these men (again, normal behavior) and so was somewhat dreading having to watch a reel-life Mr. Thornton, simply because I knew there was no way any actor could do justice to the role.

Boy, was I wrong. Never would I have imagined this in a million years, but Richard Armitage somehow manages to take a swoon-worthy character and turn it into someone even more swoon-worthy. John Thornton is a character full of contradictions – fiercely proud, yet humble; blunt, outspoken, yet quiet and reserved; madly in love yet forced to hide the true depth of his feelings. While such men are a delight to read off the page, they are also challenging to play on screen. Make them too stoic and silent and they come across as dull, boring, possibly borderline creepy (those who have watched the 2015 version of Far from the Madding Crowd but not read the book would never understand the wonderfully nuanced masterpiece that is Hardy’s Gabriel Oak); on the other hand, try to make them “interesting” or, God forbid, sex them up, and you run the danger of creating a strange alien who has little in common with the original character (Gerard Butler’s Phantom of the Opera, I am looking at you).

Armitage’s success is largely attributable to his incredible ability to emote so well without saying a single word. I know this is a basic talent that all actors are supposed to possess – yet Armitage takes it to a whole new level – when he is on screen, dialogue is simply superfluous. And when he does get around to talking, that deep baritone coupled with his British accent is something else altogether. Combine that with his smoldering looks (I am trying very hard to be objective here) and what you get is pure magic. Visually too, Armitage is the epitome of Gaskell’s brooding Victorian hero, with his stern brow and serious eyes that literally just light up with love whenever he catches sight of Margaret. 

North and South was my first and sadly, only introduction to Daniela Denby-Ashe, and as soon as I saw her on screen, I knew she was going to be perfect. Though the book is often compared to the much more famous Pride and Prejudice and John Thornton to Mr. Darcy, Margaret Hale, while she does start off prejudiced against Thornton, is no Elizabeth Bennett. In line with the grittier, darker themes of North and South, Margaret is a less outwardly bubbly, more openly cynical heroine whose ideas on life, love and happiness are directly shaped by the world she lives in. As a young girl she is tossed from one extreme to another – the quiet life of genteel poverty with her parents in the village of Helstone and the luxurious, indulgent abandon among her relatives in London. To this is added another dimension as, through no choice of her own, she is thrown deep into the harsh realm of industrial Milton. For much of the story, love is the least of her worries; she is almost constantly bombarded by sickness, death, poverty and violence.

Denby-Ashe has the kind of fresh-faced wholesomeness that suits her perfectly to the role of Margaret. Walking among the grime-covered streets of Milton, it is very easy to imagine how such a face would be a breath of fresh air for the town’s miserable inhabitants. Margaret, however, just like Denby-Ashe, is no ostentatious beauty; her beauty is of the purer, quieter kind, that is somewhat out of place among the finery and frippery of London society. And it is generally her demeanor rather than her beauty that commands the attention of everyone around her – her parents are somewhat in awe of her, Henry Lennox admires her, Bessie and Nicholas Higgins adore her, and Mr. Bell leaves her his inheritance. Even Mrs. Thornton, with her intense dislike towards the woman she believes will ruin her son’s life one way or the other, maintains a kind of grudging respect for her straightforwardness and honesty.

Of course, Margaret, like any well-written heroine is not without her faults; and Denby-Ashe presents these to us in a very realistic, relatable manner – her condescending attitude towards “shoppy people” such as Thornton, who “made their fortunes in trade”, her self-righteousness in the face of her father’s idealism and her mother’s lack of fortitude, the undercurrent of bitterness and jealousy she sometimes feels towards Edith, her rich and beautiful cousin.   

While the entire cast does a fantastic job, with special mention of the late Tim Pigott-Smith as Mr. Hale, Lesley Manville as Mrs. Hale and Sinead Cusack as the indomitable Mrs. Thornton, the standout performance for me (apart from the two main leads, of course) was Brendan Coyle as Nicholas Higgins. Coyle plays this complex character with great sensitivity – a rebellious trade union leader who grows to empathize with his boss; a man who tries to do what he thinks is right, though it will cost him terribly. We as the audience are fully invested in his character, and his growth is very believable. Next to Thornton and Margaret, I found Higgins the most interesting character in the series. 

Finally, the cinematography. The story takes place in three distinct geographical settings (Helstone, London and Milton), which also represent different phases of Margaret’s life and character arc. I love the contrasting use of colour and lighting to present these places as they appear in her consciousness at different times in the story. Milton appears almost completely colourless at first, reflecting her impression of the town as a dreary place fit only for death and misery. On the other hand, Helstone, shown to us in flashbacks of over-exposed colour, is too bright and beautiful to be true. While Margaret looks back on her childhood village as paradise, she fails to see the hidden poverty, the rigid class and economic structures that existed in rural England at the time. Over time, as her understanding grows, the colours of both Milton and Helstone appear more realistic. Despite its drawbacks Milton, unlike the village, offered an opportunity for self-made people like Thornton to achieve upward economic and social mobility.  

All said, I think this adaptation stays true to the original spirit of the book. However, what makes it so special is the way in which it creates moments that make we, the audience, care for the characters. Moments that stay with us long after we are done watching. Margaret, walking into Marlborough Mills among the floating cotton fluff, cold and lovely as falling snow (one of the most hauntingly beautiful scenes I have ever seen on screen); Mrs. Thornton’s face when she learns from her son that Margaret has refused him; Thornton’s smile as he realizes that after all, Margaret did not board that train to London.

And That Kiss. Definitely one of the most romantic on-screen kisses ever, it is the kind of kiss that puts The Notebook Kiss and the Titanic Kiss to shame. I could go on, of course, but let’s just say it is the kind of kiss that would make any girl wish she were Margaret…




















Saturday, July 11, 2020

Minerva's Ramblings: Little Women (2019)




Watched the 2019 Little Women movie directed by Greta Gerwig last evening. Well, actually what happened was, I was browsing through Netflix when my husband said he would get a bit late coming home. And I saw this movie up and thought, hey, why not watch this now? Because this is one movie hubby is definitely not going to sit through with me!

I am almost scared to watch movies based on books that I love, especially those I was close to as a child (book lovers will know what I mean!). And Little Women is one of those. I read the Macmillan version as a little girl, loved it, and thought the STORY ENDED THERE (when Mr. March returns home from the war). I was in college when I discovered that there was in fact a second volume, AND two sequels as well – Good Wives, Little Men and Jo’s Boys. Of course, I had to hunt them down and read them. Loved them too.

Getting to the movie. I must say that I have not watched any other film or TV version of the story, and neither had I read any critics’ or user reviews either, prior to watching this one. So I went in completely blank, so to speak, which is what I usually prefer (usually, but not always). As the movie began, I was confused. Was this a re-imagination of the story? It took just a few minutes for me to make sense of the jumbled timeline – and once I did, everything fell perfectly into place. I subsequently read a few reviews criticizing the non-linear narrative structure. While I understand why it may have confused some (especially those who have not read the novel), I think this was the perfect creative choice for the director to bring something fresh to an-already familiar storyline and efficiently condense a literary saga into a 2-hour film, while remaining faithful to the book.

Let’s talk about casting. Prior to watching the movie, I was intrigued, but skeptical. I adore Saoirse Ronan and Meryl Streep, and I also like Emma Watson and Laura Dern. As soon as I saw her, I knew Streep was the perfect Aunt March (is there any role she would not be perfect in?) but was less than thrilled by the others. For Jo, I had always pictured someone with plainer, “homely” looks, and while I don’t think any A-list Hollywood actress could ever be plain or homely, Ronan’s stunning, almost-otherworldly beauty is the opposite of what I had imagined Jo to look like. On the other hand, I have always thought of Emma Watson as a no-frills, classic, modern, beauty – not the traditional soft, womanly romantic type Meg is portrayed as in the book. In fact, in the novel, Jo and Meg are juxtapositions of two distinct stereotypes – and Watson seemed a better fit for Jo, if anything. I had a similar feeling about Marmee – the quintessential gentle, motherly character with a kind yet perpetually anxious look about her – a faded, unfashionable beauty, growing old before her years. Laura Dern, while a great actress, seemed a little too everything – too stylish, too modern, too classically good-looking and certainly no faded beauty!  

One of the greatest dangers of comparing a much-loved book to a movie, is that we so often visualize the characters in our minds while reading – they feel so alive to us. And when the movie casts people completely different, we are disappointed. But that is exactly why we must look at the movie with new eyes – as an entirely different creative entity that keeps to the heart of the story, the characters and the author’s intent, but is not a clone of the book.

Looking at it this way, it was wonderful to observe how the movie was mostly successful in doing so. While Gerwig was confident enough to take it in this direction, this is also largely thanks to the versatility and skill of Ronan and Dern, who fit into their characters like slipping on the perfect glove – snugly, warmly, but remolding it ever so slightly to themselves, the actors. Great characters after all, despite their distinctive traits, have a bit of the “everyman” (or everywoman!) in them – fluid, moldable, universal. Ronan was completely, utterly believable as Jo, the awkward tomboy with the quick temper and large heart; while Dern brought out the emotional depth of a protective mother who is still trusting enough to let her children follow their heart. A scene which particularly touched me was the one where Jo cries to Marmee about her temper, after Amy nearly drowns in the lake. Marmee tells her that after all, she and Jo may be more similar than Jo thinks – “I’m angry nearly every day of my life”. This surprises Jo, and us, the audience – and in that scene I was struck by how, superficial differences aside, physically similar Dern and Ronan can be, with their long fair hair, pale skin and lanky, boyish figures; and more to the point – how different they are from the rest. Simply genius.

My initial misgivings about Watson as Meg, however, were somewhat fulfilled. Somehow, despite the girlish pigtails, I failed to see the gentle, soft beauty of Meg in her. This coupled with the fact that she was scripted as one of the less interesting characters in the movie made me feel slightly disconnected to the character. Yet in the novel too, Meg, though closest of the sisters to the “romantic heroine” archetype, is (ironically?) overshadowed not just by Jo, but Amy as well, neither of whom are traditional Victorian-era heroines. This makes me wonder if this was a deliberate choice by the director – however, I would have still liked to see a different actress as Meg.

Florence Pugh was a revelation. While Jo may be the protagonist, Amy is definitely the more complex character. As much as everyone loves Jo (at least all modern readers I know!), Amy is the girl you love to hate, but just can’t bring yourself to. Her character evolves tremendously over the course of the story, but here’s the crunch – the change is organic, rather than an epiphanic transformation as she falls in love with Laurie (thereby being both believable, as well as avoiding a common trope of romance novels). This is extremely challenging to bring to life on film, with its limited run-time. The non-linear narrative certainly helps, but Pugh pulls it off wonderfully, and we believe her every step of the way. We must also remember that playing a 13-year old child and a 20-year old woman (the movie wisely chooses to increase younger Amy’s age from 10 to 13) with equal conviction is extremely difficult. The changes must be subtle, yet dramatic, and it is very easy to go overboard – but Pugh balances it with ease.

A few words on the cinematography. I will not pretend to be any sort of expert and analyze this, but let me just say that every single shot was spectacular, fitting the mood of the story without hitting you on the head with its symbolism…from the deceptively peaceful frozen lake where Jo and Laurie go skating one snowy day, to the increasingly gloomy beach where Jo reads her stories to Beth. Likewise, the costumes. Everyone looks gorgeous, but character-appropriate, without becoming caricatures – Jo in her loose-fitting blazers and pants (looking as androgynous as it was possible to be in the Victorian era, I suppose); Meg in her flowy skirts and pretty bonnets, as befitting a proper young lady of her class; Amy in her over-the-top frills and flounces, still managing to look sophisticated rather than silly; and Beth in her simple dresses and shawls, a pretty little wildflower, often overlooked. All in all, this is a film that is breathtakingly beautiful to look at. (I later read up on the rationale behind costume designer Jacqueline Durran’s choice of costume and colour for each character, and I must say the attention to detail truly paid off).



You may have noticed by now that I have not made any comment on the male actors. I thought they were all good, but (sorry, Laurie!), this is the story of the March sisters – and Marmee – through and through. I was vaguely disturbed by the fact that the actor playing Laurie had a strong resemblance to my former nightmare of a boss, but other than that, I have nothing to complain of the performances.

And finally – it would not be possible to conclude ANYTHING about Little Women, without speaking of the Elephant. In. The. Room. The chemistry between Jo and Laurie. While I totally ship them as a fanfiction couple, I agree that while being soulmates always and forever, they would truly be miserable as a married pair (Heathcliff and Cathy, please take notes). And so, not being Wuthering Heights, each of them makes the perfectly sensible choice. I still don’t quite know how to feel about Laurie and Amy, but I believe that in the real world, it is certainly possible for someone to choose the so-called “consolation prize” and be the happier for it in the long run (moreover, Amy, despite starting off as a little brat of a girl, matures considerably over the course of the novel while Laurie – well, remains Laurie).

And so, Jo ends up with the Professor. Or does she? In a ridiculously brilliant twist that merges fiction with reality, the director leaves us in doubt, despite the sweet fairytale ending. The love that suddenly blossoms in Jo’s heart for Friedrich (he is smitten from the start, no doubt about that) that compels her to run after him in the rain at her family’s insistence – pops out of nowhere and is so jarringly inconsistent with her character, that you wonder how Gerwig could have been so careless and mainstream in an otherwise carefully-crafted film. And it makes us wonder – is this what Alcott truly wanted for Jo? Jo March, who tells Laurie, the love of her life (okay, I said it!) that she’d “rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe”, who tells her beloved sister Meg on the day of her wedding, “You’ll be bored of him in two years. We’ll be interesting forever”?

Mr. Dashwood gives Jo an ultimatum – marry off her heroine, or kill her. What would it have taken an unknown female author to get published in that day and age?

In our heart of hearts, I think we know.