Jun 27, 2014
"Invisible woman, stay away from me; invisible woman, mama, let me be! Don't come a-hangin' around my door, I don't wanna see your face no more, so it's a good thing you're invisible!" I'd say it worked out for Charles Dickens in that case, if that song really does fit his opinion of the titular invisible woman, but I don't know who would want Felicity Jones to be invisible, or how exactly you could hide those teeth in the first place. Man, as tough a life as Charles Dickens had, he deserves him a pretty, visible girl, but he can't even get that, or even for her to be Jessica Alba when you can see her. Jokes aside, for those of you who wanted a more sophisticated "Fantastic Four" film, first off, the guy who watches movies for a living says that you seriously need a life, and secondly, this is the closest you're going to get. Seriously, considering that Ralph Fiennes has experience as a cartoonishly evil villain who can kill people with electricity or something, and who has a ridiculous name, I can kind of see him as Victor von Doom, and if that annoys you art snobs to no end, I might just be thinking of that because I was working hard at picturing a more exciting film than this one. No, the film is decent, a little more so than I feared, even though it does hit such missteps as one that I was expecting: doing what one might expect out of a filmy like this.
The film goes so far as to resort to questionable storytelling moves to change up, if you will, "pace", and often actually handles tropes particularly well, but no matter how well-handled, tropes stand throughout this near-hopelessly formulaic period drama, which frustrates all the more by typically lacking in all that much to begin with. Natural shortcomings stand rock solid in their firmness within this relatively inconsequential study on some mere filler in the complicated life of Charles Dickens, which is interesting, I suppose, but nothing special, so much so that natural shortcomings stand as the final product's great issues. I go ahead and address the biggest problem with the film, largely to stress just how thin the depths of this drama are without great developmental shortcomings, because even though characterization is adequate, there's still something rather thin about it, having only so many layers to feed dramatic momentum which is shaken up enough by the aforementioned conceptual thinness to plot, as well as plotting's really dragging its feet when it's not undercooking things. With all of my complaints about how this film brushes over certain developmental attributes, a much bigger issue in pacing is, of course, the dragging which gets this film of limited consequence to a relatively hefty runtime of nearly two hours, on the back of meandering filler that overpowers actual material so harshly and so often that plotting focus goes lost. The film is just plain aimless, and not just on paper, but in feel, because if there's no other questionable decision, it's Ralph Fiennes' directorial move of keeping the film as dry as he can get it, with a thoughtfulness that is reasonably entertaining when Abi Morgan's scripted wit really comes to life, as well as touching when dramatic material comes to highlights, but predominantly, not simply boring, but cold and distancing in resonance. The natural shortcomings were always going to prove to be a serious, serious challenge to the reward value of the film, but perhaps the final product would have stood a chance of transcending underwhelmingness if it wasn't so blasted cold, dulling as it meanders through a formulaic and unfocused plot, until it is more like a challenge to one's patience. Of course, no matter how much it was tried, my patience held out enough for the final product to actually come somewhat close to rewarding, largely thanks to, of all things, the stellar artistic value.
The film is predominantly reliant on a quiet dryness that is annoying enough when it simply keeps you from frequently embracing a score by Ilan Eshkeri that proves to be quite the treat when it does come into play, with a tasteful, often avant-garde classical sting that nails the film's era and elegantly weighty tone, even if it does so a tad formulaically, and not nearly as consistently as art direction by Nick Dent and Sarah Stuart that really shows you where the money went, for it is simply marvelous in its utilizing Maria Djurkovic's thoroughly intricate production designs and Michael O'Connor's gorgeous costume designs in order to restore 19th century England so impeccably that it is haunting. The visuals throughout the film are captivating in their distinction, and are just plain awe-inspiring before the lens of Rob Hardy, whose cinematographic performance, as one of the best of 2013, takes your breath away with an almost gothic emphasis on rugged coloration contrasting with potent lighting in a manner that captures the brighter environments as lively, and the dark environments as gritty, while keeping consistent in truly devastating beauty. Substance may be lacking here, but in terms of aesthetic value, I must say that the film is a borderline masterpiece, being so immersive with its art direction and so breathtaking in its visual style that it's impossible to not be rather charmed by the final product's more artistic qualities. There is yet more charm within a cast full of talents, at least until the plot thickens, establishing some dramatic material that the performers - particularly leads Ralph Fiennes and Felicity Jones - run with, with nuance and emotional realization that kind of carry the heart of this character drama. To be fair, the performers have more commendable material to work with than not, because as much as I gripe about Abi Morgan's script's being both underdeveloped and draggy, slow spells are challenged by blisteringly clever dialogue and a certain razor-sharp sense of sophisticated humor, while more realized moments in characterization help to define what potential there is in this story concept. Once again, this story isn't particularly consequential as a dramatic character study, but it is still kind of interesting, dissecting secrets and the passion of Charles Dickens and his peers with a tastefulness that Fiennes, as director, is faithful to, albeit all too often to a point of crippling dryness that is sometimes emotionally cold, yet still often to a point of soaking up those subtle dramatic beats as anything from transportive in its fitting the delicate tone of the drama, to somewhat moving. I must say that I went into this film fearing that I would be in for something of a misfire in steady dramatic storytelling, and while the glimpses of a much more rewarding film are few and far between, their presence is worthy of patience as instrumental factors in making a decent drama that some might embrace as rewarding, in spite of issues that won't be so forgivable for others.
Once it all fades, a conventional and thin story is made all the more bland by questionably layered characterization, aimless dragging and, worst of all, crushingly bland, if not cold dry spells in direction, until the final product falls into underwhelmingness, but not as deeply as it would have were it not for the beautifully experimental score work, stunningly intricate art direction, and utterly mesmerizing cinematography, as well as strong acting, - especially by the leads - intelligent writing and tasteful direction which secure Ralph Fiennes' "The Invisible Woman" as an at least borderline rewarding, if somewhat misguided portrait on Charles Dickens' secret passion.
2.75/5 - Decent
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