Year Released: 2011
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 98 minutes
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In adapting Terence Rattigan’s 1952 play for the screen, director Terence Davies (The House of Mirth) has exorcised a significant portion of the story and eliminated a significant number of characters. Which wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that, in the process, he’s also jettisoned a further fairly significant element: the point.
What’s left of the play fails to make much of a movie. Rachel Weisz smokes and stares out the window for the better part (and I use that term loosely) of its 98 minute running time in the role of Lady Hester Collyer, an Englishwoman who’s traded marriage to a much older High Court Judge for a doomed affair with a former RAF pilot played by the ubiquitous Tom Hiddleston.
The story unfolds over the course of a single day in a bombed out corner of London “sometime around 1950.” As reconfigured by Davies, it’s a chronicle of emotional wreckage. In case we don’t pick up on this, the filmmaker helpfully pans from heaps of rubble in the street up to the boarding house window where Hester stands gazing, inhaling and thinking emotionally wrecked thoughts. She starts her day by attempting to commit suicide.
Our heroine lives to puff another day, however, thanks to the intercession of her landlady (Ann Mitchell) and a mysterious tenant (Karl Johnson) who offers medical treatment but insists he’s not a doctor. This character, it should be noted, is among the most significant in Rattigan’s play. The work’s resolution would not be possible without him. Davies does neither the film nor the viewer any favors by reducing him to a walk on.
Hester’s problem? Well, it’s difficult to say exactly but it apparently has something to do with Passion. She abandoned her devoted but humdrum husband in the hope of experiencing a fuller, more fiery love but, after a brief honeymoon phase, the spark has gone out of the affair. Hiddleston’s Freddie Page has turned out to be something of a disappointment. He’s consumed by thoughts of the war and consumes way too many pints as a result.
Fate denies the pair a chance to rekindle their romance by means of a hamhanded maneuver. Hester forgets to remove her suicide note from the mantel where she’d left it for Freddie to find and, sure enough, he finds it. His reaction upon reading it is so over-the-top and out-of-nowhere one can’t help suspecting Davies cut crucial scenes leading up to it. The last thing one expects the ex-soldier to do is have a hissyfit and leave her. Nonetheless, because he feels Hester’s suicide attempt reflects poorly on him, that’s pretty much the last thing in the film Freddie does.
Which, of course, only encourages the emotionally wrecked butt-fiend, who at this point has more to stare out the window and have flashbacks about than ever-something which, believe it or not, doesn’t become more compelling to watch over time. Not that The Deep Blue Sea is ever particularly compelling to watch.
In addition to the minor detail that, in Davies’ stilted, stripped down adaptation, little of interest actually happens, there are other problems: Weisz is woefully underutilized. She’s far too talented an actress for material this melodramatic and shallow. The editing is borderline spastic. It’s impossible in spots to tell whether events take place in Hester’s present or past. The violin score is intrusive and overwrought. Finally, Hiddleston’s role is so poorly conceived it’s likely to prove a footnote to his more fully realized work as Thor’s evil brother Loki in the Marvel movies.
To be fair, Davies’ latest does offer an effective evocation of postwar Britain and succeeds in paying homage to such films of the 40s as Brief Encounter. All the same, one wishes it had been briefer.
Posted on May 19, 2012 in Reviews by Rick Kisonak
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