Late Night

Rated: MLate Night

Directed by: Nisha Ganatra

Written by: Mindy Kaling

Produced by: Mindy Kaling, Howard Klein, Jillian Apfelbaum, Ben Browning

Starring: Emma Thompson, Mindy Kaling, John Lithgow, Amy Ryan, Hugh Dancy, Denis O’Hare, Ike Barinholtz.

They say that the 1970s was the decade that fashion forgot, but I’ve always thought it was the ’80s.

With her big padded shoulders and power dressing suits Katherine Newbury (Emma Thompson), television’s first ever female late show host and comedian, has become sewn into an image she should have abandoned long ago, and her show has morphed into an outfit that is gradually making its way to the back of your wardrobe. You know the one, it has to go but you can’t quite bear to part with it.

With the axe swinging and credible rumours that she is about to be replaced with a younger male comedian, Katherine is forced into crisis mode. That means sitting down with the writers of her show for the first time ever, as she tries to work out a way to reinvent herself. Despite a steady decline in the ratings over the previous decade, Katherine’s writing team are equally wedded to their worn out methods and lame humour. That is, until their cosy boys’ club is disrupted by newcomer Molly Patel (Mindy Kaling), token female writer and woman who is not afraid to take her place on an upturned bin.

To appease the head of the network, Katherine eventually accepts that her approval rating might improve if the guests she interviews were less august. Accordingly, YouTube sensation Mimi is booked and Katherine’s steady decline is brought to a spectacular halt, when the interview goes viral:  ‘For all the wrong reasons.’ Overnight Katherine is dubbed, ‘America’s least favourite aunt’.

But Katherine has even further to fall.

After a brief stint performing stand-up where she manages to raise a laugh for claiming that she is losing her show because she’s, ‘a little bit old and little bit white’, Katherine becomes convinced that the way to save herself is to find a way to address her own white privilege. Appointing herself ‘White Saviour’ is a move in the right direction, and a very funny one, but it’s not enough to quell the forces ranged against her. They’re still gunning for her show.

And they are about to pull out the big artillery.

Unless she can uncover the real reason for her failing popularity, Katherine stands to lose everything, and maybe she should. She has already skipped out on telling a socially relevant joke that Molly wrote for her, baulking at the last minute when a well-meaning colleague whispered, ‘Be careful of showing who you are, once you turn that tap on you can never turn it off again.’ Katherine’s struggle between her desire to conceal herself behind the façade of her power suits and her need to reveal her authentic self is a dilemma many of us face.

In a movie without a laugh track, I found my laughter bubbling up in an unforced way to join with the rest of the audience, even though I had expected the humour to fall flat after watching the trailer. While Mindy Kaling was a delight, it says a lot about Emma Thompson’s performance that she was able to play such a prickly, unsympathetic character, with just the tiniest glimmer of vulnerability. Without that, I might have been cheering for the other side.

The White Crow

Rated: MThe White Crow

Directed by: Ralph Fiennes

Written by: David Hare

Inspired by the book “Nureyev : The Life” by: Julie Kavanagh

Produced by: Gabrielle Tana p.g.a., Ralph Fiennes p.g.a., Carolyn Marks Blackwood, Andrew Levitas,  François Ivernel

Composer: Ilan Eshkeri

Starring: Oleg Ivenko, Adèle Exarchopoulos, Chulpan Khamatova, Ralph Fiennes, Alexey Morozov, Raphaël Personnaz, Olivier Rabourdin, Ravshana Kurkova, Louis Hofmann, with Sergei Polunin and    Maksimilian Grigoriyev, Andrey Urgant, Nadezhda Markina, Anna Polikarpova, Nebojša Dugalić, Anastasia Meskova.

Based on the true story of the Soviet Union ballet dancer, Rudolf Nureyev (Oleg Ivenko), The White Crow is a film that shifts in time, from his time during the cold war, visiting France as a member of the Kirov Ballet Company in the 1960s, back to his lessons, showing his determination to be the best, the most expressive male dancer, back to the time of his childhood and his birth in 1938 on a crowded train as it travels through the snowy countryside – all his past leading to his ultimate defection from the Soviet Union to France where in a dramatic scene he seeks asylum while under the careful guard of the KGB.

We see the contrast of the oppressive days living in the Soviet Union in the 1930s, the scenes leached of colour, to renewed hope after the war where the people living under the communist regime feel the bad days are over, only to see the vigour and freedom of Paris and the gorgeous be-jewelled costumes and stage-craft of lights and dancing, chandeliers and standing ovations.

The film shows the background of this famous performer, giving insight into his infamous temper and demands.  He explains to his friend and French supporter, Clara Saint (Adèle Exarchopoulos), his nickname, White Crow: the unusual, the extraordinary, not like others: an outsider.

To be able to express and give all of himself in the dance, his drive must remain pure, his soul free.

Ralph Fiennes, has directed with restraint, giving the tone of the film a quiet power.

It was the silence of the soundtrack that absorbed, to hear the scraping of ballet shoes on a hard wooden floor cutting to Rudi’s admiration and observation of paintings and statues in the Rembrandt Room of the Hermitage museum in St Petersburg, showing his aspiration to be as perfect as a statue himself.

The layering of the story makes the film more than the defection of Rudolf Nureyevilm, this is about the determination of a driven and abrasive, spectacularly brilliant dancer, as he explores a world he’s only dreamed about, filled with intellectual conversation, acceptance, art, adoration and freedom.

As his long-time supporter and teacher Alexander Pushkin (Ralph Fiennes – directing and also starring) explains to the KGB about Rudi’s defection – it’s not about politics, it was more an ‘explosion of character’.

Yet it’s the love of his mother and his childhood, the flashes back to his father returning in uniform, his mother searching for firewood in the bitter cold, that gives him the strength to fight through any fear of performance.

It’s a classically, beautiful film filled with the grace of ballet and violins, the tap of piano, the production team determined to show the story with respect with the cast made-up of native Russian actors, the lead, Oleg Ivenko also an award winning ballet dancer.

What I appreciated as a viewer was the cast speaking Russian instead of English with a Russian accent.

And the setting is filmed in France, and Russia, the artwork of Géricault’s painting ‘The Raft Of The Medusa’ used to show the beauty of Rudi’s internal torment and ability to see the beauty in the tragic.

Like Rudi tells Clara Saint, if you have no story to tell, you have no reason to dance.

A White, White Day (Hvítur, Hvítur Dagur)

Rated: MA White, White Day (Hvítur, Hvítur Dagur)

Written and Directed by: Hlynur Pálmason

Produced by: Anton Máni Svansson

Music by: Edmund Finnis

Cinematography by: Maria von Hausswolff

Film Editing by: Julius Krebs Damsbo

Starring: Ingvar E. Sigurdsson, Ída Mekkín Hlynsdóttir, Hilmir Snær Guðnason.

WINNER

Best Actor, Cannes International Film Festival 2019 (Critics’ Week)

WINNER

Best Actor, 2019 Transilvania International Film Festival

Opening the Scandinavian Film Festival, A White, White Day (Hvítur, Hvítur Dagur) is a slow, bold and at times beautiful film, the outstanding performance from Ingvar E. Sigurdsson the centre piece to the background of Icelandic scenery.

I was drawn into the landscape of this film, the interest of change while the centre remains the same; the boldness and cheek of a granddaughter, the roar of a monster – it’s a film about grief but shown in images and movement and stillness, showing the process of grief rather than the narrative.

Time is shown as frame, by frame, an old farm house remains static, as each frame shows wind, snow, wild horses, a full moon at night, to daylight and green grass, and eventually, former police chief and grandfather, Ingimundur (Ingvar E. Sigurdsson) arriving with granddaughter, Salka (Ída Mekkín Hlynsdóttir).

They wander around the old house, turning on taps, finding one of the horses in the kitchen.  Laughing together, the scene shows the relationship between grandfather and granddaughter; the natural companionship and exchange between them, the love.

Slowly, we realise that Ingimundur’s wife has died.  He’s a widow.  He used to be a cop.  We see a counsellor ask him not to be so hard on himself.  Not to self-criticise.

To ask: ‘What would be a perfect day?’

We receive no answer, the film cutting to Ingimundur in a rowboat with his granddaughter after they’ve caught a fish.

The editing (Julius Krebs Damsbo) sets the tone of the film, the story shown through image and object to depict the way a retired police chief’s mind works: Ingmiundur plays soccer in his purple boxes with the sea slowly rippling in the background.

He’s found out his wife was unfaithful.  He didn’t know while she was alive. Now, he has questions.

The sea churns.

The film’s a mysterious family drama that revolves around the quiet strength of this man, Ingimundur, who loses his grip as he investigates the infidelity of his beloved wife.  But instead of revenge, his quiet anger shows the depth of this love.

And the mystery of his love is set in the strangeness of fog and snow, as he tells scary tales to his granddaughter, while he quietly grieves.

I was absorbed into that quiet and open feeling like a strange day can create – that’s why the film’s title is, A White, White Day – where the sky and land are both white so they blend, allowing the dead to speak.

Booksmart

Rated: MA15+

Directed by: Olivia WildeBooksmart

Written by: Susanna Fogel, Emily Halpern, Sarah Haskins, Katie Silberman

Produced by: Will Ferrell, Adam McKay, Megan Ellison, Chelsea Barnard, Jessica Elbaum

Starring: Kaitlyn Dever, Beanie Feldstien, Jessica Williams, Jason Sudeikis, Lisa Kudrow, Will Forte.

Molly (Beanie Feldstein) and Amy (Kaitlyn Dever) have been besties all through senior high, working their butts off so they can be accepted into the right college.

Not that they can talk about what college they’re going to with the other graduates; don’t want to make them feel bad about their choices and all.

Until Molly overhears a couple of the cool kids calling her personality, butter-face.  She might be cute, but her personality needs a paper bag.  Case-in-point, she’s just been correcting bathroom graffiti grammar.

So when Molly finds out the kids who have been partying all year have also gotten into Harvard, Stanford or jobs working for Google, she realises she’s missed out.

It’s time to party like it’s 2019 for the next twenty-four hours before graduation, to make up for all the fun times missed while studying like an idiot.

Sounds familiar, right?!

Another American graduation film.

Booksmart can’t be dressed up as anything else but graduates trying to figure out the next step: friendship, the safety of that friendship in a world of the unknown, sex and crushes and all the obsession and humiliation that goes with it.  So yeah, it’s familiar but jez the humour is fun.

We get a bumper sticker on the back of a teen feminist’s car stating: Hot flushes?  Power surges!

And a principle who spends his spare time driving an Uber while piecing together his detective novel featuring a pregnant woman whose baby kicks when she gets close to a clue.

The humour is off-beat and funny without trying too hard.

Even girls losing it in argument has been handled by first feature director Olivia Wilde so it’s not screeching but drama, somehow making a teen movie not annoying.

Molly (Beanie Feldstein) should have been a nerdy hard-to-take teen, but she’s adorable in her persistence and abrasive Slytherin nature.  And her bestie Amy (Kaitlyn Dever), the loyal, patient, keen for her first girl-on-girl moment was believable making her sexual orientation a normal teen struggle rather than an attempt at the contemporary – it’s all the same teen stuff we’ve seen before made more relevant.

More than anything, Booksmart’s good for a giggle.

Parasite

Rated: MA15+Parasite

Directed by: Bong Joon-Ho

Story by: Bong Joon Ho

Screenplay by: Bong Joon Ho, Han Jin Won

Produced by: Kwak Sin Ae, Moon Yang Kwon

Executive Producer: Miky Lee

Starring: SONG Kang Ho, LEE Sun Kyun, CHO Yeo Jeong, CHOI Woo Shik, PARK So Dam, CHANG Hyae Jin, JUNG ZISO, JUNG Hyeon Jun, LEE Jung Eun.

Winner d’Or Cannes Film Festival

Official Competition Sydney Film Festival

Director and writer Bong Joon-Ho describes Parasite as, ‘a comedy without clowns, a tragedy without villains.’

And Joon-Ho has certainly captured a film with a difference here, where the story starts off one way, then evolves into something else so the film’s like a journey into a way of thinking or a thought that creeps up.

Parasite starts off about a struggling family, living in a sub-basement where they contemplate putting up a sign, ‘No urinating’ because of the drunk that is forever pissing outside their window.

The father, Ki-Taek (Song, Kang Ho) has no job after several failed business ventures; the mother, Chung-Sook (Chang Hyae Jin) is a former national medallist in the hammer throw who keeps house as best she can amongst the stink beetles and cardboard pizza boxes the family assemble to at least have some money coming in.

Getting cut-off from the wi-fi because the neighbour has changed their password, son, Ki-Woo (Choi Woo Shik) and daughter, Ki-Jung (Park So Dam) wave their phones around, trying to find a connection, waving past a fan cover with socks hanging, eventually finding connection up on the raised toilet.

It’s desperate times, but the family struggles together.

Until Ki-Woo gets an opportunity to tutor a rich kid.

Posing as a college graduate, Ki-Woo burrows into the life of the Park family, also a family of four, with Mr. Park (Lee Sun Kyun) CEO of a global IT firm and young wife Yeon-Kyo (Cho Yeo Jeong) who stays at home with their two young children.

Ki-Woo plans and manipulates this rich family to keep his family together – to get them jobs as well, despite the fact all the positions are already filled.  And it’s easy.  The family are so nice.  But they can be nice.  They’re rich.

There’s so much more to this film than the concept of the haves and have-nots.  Yet, this is the central idea shown with symbolism like flood water running down steps – from the beauty and green grass and clean lines of a house built by an architect to catch the sun, running down to the squalor of the streets below, flooded with raw sewage.

There’s a line – Mr. Park even stating, ‘I can’t stand people who cross the line’ – and as the film progresses the more stark the difference between those above and those below.

I can see why this film is winning awards.  There’s so much thought and layering in the story, carefully unveiled.

From light humour capturing how families are, to the horror of a class divide that keeps getting deeper shown with the revelation of ignorance and the fight to protect family; the individual fights against circumstance until the eventual learned behaviour: with no plan, nothing can go wrong.

The portrayal of what feels like a true-to-life tragedy is made to feel authentic because of the lightness and brevity of the family on the edge of starvation; the desperation turning relatable, intelligent people into something else.

Like the film is saying: it’s not like people who are desperate don’t know they’re desperate.

So there’s more than the class divide growing wider and the actions the desperate make trying to survive, there’s self-reflection.

Wild Rose

Rated: MWild Rose

Directed by: Tom Harper

Written by: Nicole Taylor

Produced by: Faye Ward

Starring: Jessie Buckley, Sophie Okenedo, James Harkness, Jamie Sives and Julie Walters.

Wild Rose is a Glasgow county music film opening on Rose-Lynn’s last day, ‘in the jail’: she’s wild and free and ready to pick up her dream of becoming a country (not western) singer.

Three Cords and the Truth.

That’s what Rose-Lynn (Jessie Buckley) has tattooed on her forearm.

But like the tag on her ankle and the curfew she must keep while on probation, Rose-Lynn is tied-down with the responsibility having two kids, each born before she turned eighteen.

With the kids left with granny (Marion, played by Julie Walters) while she was put away for a year, it’s like she’s forgotten she’s a mother.

How is she going to get to Nashville and become a famous country singer and look after two kids?

I find there’s a particular darkness to these UK, character-driven films, like the cold of the place brings a heaviness with all the wooly jumpers and indoor living – not that Rose-Lynn was partial to jumpers, she was more about denim skirts and white cowboy boots.

Wild Rose has that same dry heaviness broken with golden light brought by this incredible voice from the bratful Rose-Lynn.  It brought tears to my eyes when she sang, every single time.  So by the end of the film the tears were streaming because what was heavy, turned into life-affirming.  Like the heaviness of everything else made her voice sound more pure.  Which is what country music is, I guess.

Which is something writer Nicole Taylor wanted to share, “The way the emotionality in it helps people open up, certainly in places such as Glasgow. I’m from Glasgow and all my life I’ve been obsessed with Country music. I think it’s popular in places and among people who are not used to talking about their feelings. Who might not even know their own feelings. But when they hear Country – which is raw and pure and unashamedly emotional – it’s a way to process things and have a cathartic experience [….] It’s a language for the emotionally inarticulate – and that’s Rose-Lynn!”

And Jessie Buckley was great for this role.

I could relate to the young lass and her Gallus behaviour (as the Glaswegians would say, meaning full of cheek, irrepressible, doesn’t care if she’s rude, but not in an obnoxious way).  Middle class and missing her youth, Susannah (Sophie Okenedo) employing Rose-Lynn as her ‘day woman’ (cleaner) introduces this torn and talented singer as light; like she’s a breath of fresh air.

But Rose-Lynn has been unlucky learning her life lessons.  Except for that voice.

And we see the affect her need, to use her talent instead of taking responsibility, has on her mother – the performance from Julie Walters has to be noted here, with that look of sadness, realisation and pride in her eyes.

It’s about this journey with the music used to show Rose-Lynn’s talent, what she was born to be, versus the responsibility of her choices, her kids and eventually her life.

So it’s more about Rose-Lynn learning what she really wants out of life and how her choices have landed her where she never saw coming while dreaming about where she thought she should be.

More family drama than expected but a solid story with some beautiful moments.

Rocketman

Rated: MA15+Rocketman

Directed by: Dexter Fletcher

Written by: Lee Hall

Produced by: Matthew Vaughn, David Furnish, Adam Bohling, David Reid

Executive Produced by: Elton John, Steve Hamilton Shaw, Michael Gracey, Claudia Vaughn, Brian Oliver

Starring: Taron Egerton, Jamie Bell, Richard Madden, Gemma Jones and Bryce Dallas Howard.

‘You’ve got to kill the person you were born to be and become the person you want to be.’

Rocketman is the biopic of the ‘magnificent’ Elton John.

The film introduces the man, the musician, the stage performer in dramatic fashion: a red daemon with glittery horns and red feathered wings.  We see the ending to the chaos of his success.

‘I am Elton Hercules John’, he states to Group in rehab with the admission of addiction: the drugs, the sex and of course the shopping.

We’ve all heard of Elton John – I’m certainly aware of his fame and the costumes he’s worn during his performances.  But what this film shows is who Elton used to be: Reginald Dwight, the piano prodigy.

At five-years of age Regi was able to hear and play anything on the piano.

And he goes on to succeed as a pianist, in the classics, eventually finding himself backing a blues and soul group, Bluesology.  He asks the lead singer of the group – how can an overweight white man become famous?

By performing his own songs.

Reginald has the music but not the words.

When the lyrics of Bernie Taupin (Jamie Bell) are thrown in his hands while auditioning for an agent, it’s fate.

And the performance Regi makes at the Troubador, where Neil Young plays to sell-out crowds, is something like magic.

The trick of this film is how that magic is conveyed through the screen to get that feeling where the moment has arrived.  The Life Defining Moment.

I could feel the pressure before Regi’s performance.

But instead of freezing, he becomes something else.  He becomes Elton John.

He Becomes, taking everyone up with him.

I saw Taron Egerton in Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017) and remember Elton made a cameo appearance in this, I’ve got to say, disaster of a film.

But worth it if it brought these two artists together.

Taron is, yep, magnificent in his role as the tortured, messy and heart-broken genius.  I can’t think of anyone else better suited to play the part.  Taron also performed all the songs.

Which leads me to highlight, Rocketman has moments of being a musical.  Well, is a musical; a genre I find hard to stomach.  It’s just cheesy when someone sings what should be spoken, really knocking me out of the fantasy of reality on screen.

I was worried when I saw the 50s styled dances, twirling with their washed-out petticoats circling the colourful five-year-old Reginald.  But as Taron played those Elton John songs, it was more like a concert with surreal illumination, reflecting the state of mind of the man performing, night after night.  His success explosive.

There’s a story to be told about this shy extravert (a contradiction but a point made about the man and his complex layers); there’s heartbreak and being alone, up above, on the cloud of his success – above the clouds because he’s so high.

And there’s redemption, growth and his nana (Gemma Jones): ‘Crumbs, that was energetic.’ She says, bless her white cotton socks.

Makes that meteor, right up there in the stratosphere somehow relatable.

Despite its musical elements, I found Rocketman completely absorbing.

The Hustle

Rated: MThe Hustle

Directed by: Chris Addison

Story by: Stanley Sharpiro & Paul Henning and Dale Launer

Screenplay by: Stanley Sharpiro & Paul Henning and Dale Launer and Jac Schaeffer

Produced by: Roger Birnbaum, Rebel Wilson

Starring: Anne Hathaway, Rebel Wilson, Alex Sharp.

Loosely based on, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988) starring Steve Martin, Michael Caine and Glenne Headly, The Hustle features two con-women: the low-brow Lonnie (Rebel Wilson) harking from Australia, and the high-class Josephine (Anne Hathaway) who’s decided to settle in the French Riviera where all the super-rich marks are just begging to be ripped off.

After conning her way through men willing to pay for her fake sister’s boob job, the ‘big-titted Russel Crowe’ decides to head to well, bigger waters.

Much to the disgust of super-snob Josephine, this con-woman from Cootamundra is muddying the pristine hunting ground she calls home: either she brings Lonnie in for training or Lonnie brings attention to her most obvious yet effective swindles, leaving any con exposed.

Rebel Wilson and Anne Hathaway make a good team as the snobby plum-in-the-mouth, skinny-girl-in-distress cover for the heartless con artist versus the crude and rude but gets the job done Aussie.

Rebel has still managed to win me over with her, I’m a bratful big-girl getting away with it because I’m adorable.

And we get some gems in the script, like, ‘You can’t cheat an honest man’ – the Danish gambling addict obviously not honest while trying to sell his wife’s precious jewels; he’s more a cross between a Nazi and Gollum a, ‘Nazi-Gollum.’

So there’s some funny moments and fresh ideas here, more than the reversal of genders in this re-make or refresh of a classic, con trying to out-con a fellow con.

Although, Steve Martin is hard to beat.  I can’t tell you how many times I watched, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels growing up.

But The Hustle is a good bit of fun even if a bit light on the drama.

The Hummingbird Project

Rated: MThe Hummingbird Project

Directed by: Kim Nguyen

Written by: Kim Nguyen

Produced by: Pierre Even, Jérôme de Béthune, Fabrice Delville, Alian-Gilles Viellevoye

Starring: Salma Hayek, Jesse Eisenberg and Alexander Skarsgård.

The film is named, The Hummingbird Project because the beat of a hummingbird’s wing takes less than sixteen milliseconds – the time barrier Vincent Zaleski (Jesse Eisenberg) and cousin Anton Zaleski (Alexander Skarsgård) want to break by building a fibre line from the Kansas City Internet Exchange to the New York Stock Exchange.

If they can transfer data faster than the sixteen-millisecond barrier, they can trade faster than anyone else, making millions, even billions of dollars.

The only problem is that the line needs financial backing and the line needs to be built straight one thousand miles: under 10,000 private properties, under rivers, even through a mountain made of granite located in a protected state forest.

The project is a massive undertaking with all the issues that go along with making the seemingly impossible, possible by throwing millions of dollars and brain power at any obstacle.  Including ex-boss, Wall Street CEO, Eva Torres (Salma Hayek) who doesn’t like betrayal (the cousins quitting and taking their idea with them) from Anton, the technical genius she cared for, who’s obviously on the spectrum and Vince, the cousin she hired so Anton could have a pet.

She has her own project.

Vince and Anton must beat their vengeful ex-boss and her line of microwave towers otherwise the fibre line becomes pointless.

It’s a David and Goliath fight to the finish with pipeline engineer Mark Vega (Michael Mando) asking Vince, ‘We’re David?’  To him it sounds like Goliath against Goliath.

The film is based on the true story Michael Lewis published, Flash Boys (2014): the fight between Spread Networks, which built an 827-mile fibre cable from Chicago to New York, and a line of microwave towers.

An idea so crazy it’s got to be true (as they say).

There’s something satisfying in seeing a large project come together – the technically savvy Anton great fun to watch; he’s the genius coder who just wants to buy a country house for his family to get away from people, AKA ‘morons’.

Alexander Skarsgård shows his versatility in the role of a receding programming nerd, the character’s single-mindedness, hilarious – although the dance scene I’m pretty sure was a copy of Tom Cruise in his role as Les Grossman in Tropic Thunder (2008).

All the roles were well-cast, Salma Hayek showing real bite as the powerful CEO and financial guru – she’s just as good at her job as the geniuses she hires to work for her.

And there’s more to the story than data transfer, problem solving and making money – this is a life-defining project for Vince.  This is about the mystery of life and what he’ll find at the end.

I enjoyed watching this film on many levels.  And it looks good on the big screen, with falling snow, frozen in time; walking over a forest of pine trees like they’re moss covering the ground as thought rises above the project of building this line and seeing the idea and drive to finish as more than the project itself.

An intelligent film with a bit humanity thrown in the mix.

The Chaperone

Rated: PGThe Chaperone

Directed by: Michael Engler

Script Written by: Julian Fellowes

Based on the Novel by: Laura Moriarty

Produced by: Greg Clark, Victoria Hill, Luca Scalisi, Rose Ganguzza, Kelly Carmichael, Greg Hamilton

Starring: Elizabeth McGovern, Haley Lu Richardson, Géza Röhrig, Campbell Scott, Victoria Hill, Miranda Otto, Robert Fairchild, Matt McGrath, Blythe Danner, Jayne Houdyshell and Jonathan Walker.

‘What do you want to be Louise?’

‘To be the best dancer in the world.’

The Chaperone explores the story of the silent film super-star, Louise Brooks.

I think just about everyone would recognise her flapper style and short dark bob.

After her dancing and acting career faded and failed, Louise Brooks disappeared from the spotlight, only to re-invent herself and remerge as the best-selling author of her biography, Lulu in Hollywood (1982).

She writes of her life in New York, mentioning a middle-aged chaperone who escorted her when she first arrived.

No-one knows who this chaperone was.

Laura Moriarty has written a novel exploring the idea of the character, The Chaperone.  And a script was written, reuniting the director, writer and star from the multi-award winning TV series, Downton Abby.

Set in the 1920s, we see Louise as a young girl living in Wichita, Kansas.

At fifteen, Louise is accepted into a dance academy in New York.

Her mother (Victoria Hill) too busy with her own pursuits doesn’t have time to take her.

And young girl can’t go to New York on her own.

When Norma (Elizabeth McGovern) sees Louise dance after over-hearing the need of a chaperone, she volunteers.

The main focus of the film is on Norma – her escape from a stale marriage and her need to find her birth mother: ‘I love you, I really do,’ her husband tells her as she leaves.  ‘That’s nice,’ she replies.

Norma was an orphan.  And the orphanage she grew up in is in New York, unfortunately named: The New York Home for Friendless Girls.

Haley Lu Richardson as Louise is full of life and rebellion and fun, whereas Elizabeth McGovern as Norma plays the prudish and sincere lady.  This contrast between the two is where the film develops – the life lessons learned from the other as each character struggles to find themselves.

What I found difficult to digest was Norma trying to deviate from her character, to be seductive, even if it was fake.

The romance between the chaperone and German immigrant, Joseph (Géza Röhrig) felt forced and strained.  Much like the attempt to introduce the need of forward-thinking regarding issues of racism and homosexuality

What I enjoyed was seeing Louise dance and her struggles to be independent.  And although, annoying and precocious, there’s something exciting about the gifted girl that made me want to know more.

Instead, we get the struggles of the chaperone and the lessons she learns from the young and free dancer.

Which didn’t make a bad film – although, that seduction scene was pretty bad – but more a period drama.  And like Louise says, ‘I don’t like historical novels.’

And I don’t like watered-down versions of an imagined biography.

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