I don’t go to the cinema much anymore.
The reason for this is two-fold.
Firstly, I find that most movies coming out of Hollywood
these days tend to have quite a limited target market, of which I am
emphatically not a member (nor, it
seems, is anyone other than teenage males with violent sociopathic
tendencies).
Secondly, the older I get, the more misanthropic I become -
and therefore less enthusiastic about the prospect of spending two hours of my dwindling
life penned up in a dark, uncomfortable, claustrophobic room with OTHER PEOPLE.
However, every once in a while, a movie comes along which
simply cannot wait to be viewed on Sky Box Office. And if there was ever a film to force me off
the sofa and into the movie theatre, it was Anna
Karenina, the new blockbuster adaptation of Tolstoy’s epic novel of the
same name.
Directed by Joe Wright (whose
previous credits include
Atonement and
Pride and Prejudice), and with a
screenplay written by Tom Stoppard, this is a movie that promised much.
Add to this an all-star cast - which includes
Keira Knightley as the eponymous heroine, Jude Law as her cuckolded husband,
and the up-and-coming Aaron Taylor-Johnson as the dastardly Count Vronsky – and
one would be forgiven for thinking that this would be the movie
event of 2012.
What could possibly go
wrong?
Well, quite a lot, actually…
Alarm bells were ringing from the
outset.
Fully expecting to be dazzled by
fabulous location shots of Moscow and St Petersburg, I was rather puzzled when
the opening sequences instead showed a rather grungy theatre set.
Instead of vast marble staircases, there were
rickety wooden ones. Scenes that should have been set in stunning mansions took
place on a stage, completed with wobbly backdrops.
Extras stumbled clumsily into scenes, as if
the actors on the stage were merely rehearsing their lines, as opposed to being
filmed.
Some reviewers have praised this
theatrical approach, which no doubt saved the producers a fortune in location
costs, and which will probably earn innumerable technical gongs come
awards season. I, however, found it only succeeded in making the film visually
confusing, not least because these rather dodgy sets were combined with some
breathtakingly magnificent costumes, as well as some ‘normal’ outdoor scenes.
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Macfayden as Oblonsky |
And I wasn’t the only one confused
– so, I believe, were the actors.
With
the exception of Jude Law, the other main players seemed to forget they were
making a film, and instead performed in that over-emphasising way common the
stage actors. Movements were exaggerated, and voices were
raised as if they were trying to be heard in the nose-bleed seats of a
Shaftesbury Avenue theatre.
Matthew Macfayden,
in particular, was guilty of this – his court-jester type portrayal of
Oblonsky, a serious character in the novel, verged on the ridiculous.
But for all my misgivings, I was
still prepared to stick it out.
Surely,
it could only get better.
But then, some
30 minutes in, after another absurd Oblonsky scene, my husband (who has never
read Tolstoy) leaned across and whispered
“I
didn’t realise Anna Karenina was a comedy”.
Anna Karenina, one of the masterpieces of 19
th century
Russian literature,
a comedy?
That was it – we were outta there.
So there you have it - my review
of the first thirty minutes of
Anna
Karenina. Maybe the movie improved in the hour-and-thirty-minutes I missed – but I doubt.
The short version: A very Baz
Luhrmann-like production, except Luhrmann would probably have pulled it
off. Tolstoy purists will hate it. Flouncy frock lovers and theatre luvvies will
simply adore it, daaahling.