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Regular readers of this blog will know that I’ve been waiting patiently for the movie of one of my favorite novels, Ian McEwan’s Atonement. I really have been impressively calm about the whole thing, don’t you all think? But. It came out in limited release on Friday, and I immediately risked hell and high water (and coming frighteningly close to missing the last BART train home) to go see Keira Knightley, James McAvoy, and director Joe Wright pull out their A games for Oscar season. A girl can only wait so long, you know?
It worked. The wonderful thing about this movie is that it will work for people who love the book and for people who don’t even know there’s a book. Screenwriter Christopher Hampton (for whom this is only one in a long list of successful book adaptations, and who sets his sights next on Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell) nails the details–things you didn’t even know you remembered until they appear onscreen–and it’s satisfying in that sense, but it also means that even without the influence of the novel, everything is perfectly detailed. It’s a rich movie in every way.
Also contributing to the feeling of lushness is director Wright, coming straight off of the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice. Wright is a director for the senses: he loves to please the eye and the ear, and would probably be all over taste, smell, and touch components to his films if they were available. Here he plays with light and dark, with color and the lack of color, and with sound–the integration of foley-type sound into the score is ingenious–and silence, and the combined effect is almost overwhelming even as it is beautiful. Any novel should hope to be adapted with this kind of aesthetic sense.
Scriptwise, Atonement divides neatly into three sections; all are excellent, but the first is the most spectacular. Act I takes place over the course of one afternoon and evening among a gathering of family and friends, and everyone–McEwan, Wright, and the cast–seem to like it best. It has the most going on: the most interesting structure, the best set-up for the rest of the story, and the most potential for shots that are luxurious but not epic (i.e. beautiful without running the risk of cheesy wartime effects, ruined forever by Pearl Harbor and the like; thanks, guys!). Act I also shows off Saoirse Ronan, who gives a surprisingly complex performance as 13-year-old Briony Tallis, and who, frankly, steals much of the movie out from under Knightley and McAvoy, and also from the two other actors who share the role (Romola Garai and Vanessa Redgrave as Older Briony and Oldest Briony, respectively). After the first act, the rest of the story plays out in a more or less linear-ish fashion; it’s beautiful and heartbreaking and Wright pulls out some of his best stops to keep everything moving. Disappointment creeps in only at the very end–I won’t specify, except to say that the final plot reveal lacks a bit of the weight it deserves. Still, it’s lovingly rendered and any changes might have ended up in a much bigger travesty.
Atonement is one of those movies that’s able to walk the fence: it’s Oscar bait, for sure, but not the kind of Oscar bait nobody actually wants to see. Go for the beauty and the entertainment (wartime love story!); stay for the commentary on the state of fiction. Either way, it’s worth it.
* Yes, this photo’s been done. But really, have we gotten over the awesomeness of that dress? We have not. No apologies here.
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