The plot: Famed author Joe Castleman (Jonathan Pryce) has received news that he will be awarded with the Nobel Prize for Literature. As he and his wife Joan (Glenn Close) travel to Stockholm for the ceremony, journalist Nathaniel (Christian Slater) starts to ask questions about their life together, their business partnership, and in the process, begins to unearth some secrets within the family. Is Joan really as passive as the world thinks she is?
Pryce manages to take what should be a rather
plastic character archetype, that of the narcissistic writer, and turn it into
something quite extraordinary. He hits all the self-important beats that come
gift-wrapped with said archetype, but the way he delivers them under a (mostly)
subdued tone and rather learned demeanour, it manages to get across both his
surface-level characteristics and the still-beating human heart that lies
beneath them.
Opposite him, Close is in full Dangerous Liaisons mode here as the simmering and passionate ‘great woman behind the great man’, letting sheer discomfort and restlessness ooze out from behind her patient visage. Harry “Give me my golden crown!” Lloyd and Annie Starke as their respective younger selves emphasise a lot of the film’s ponderings on youthful recklessness, while still echoing Pryce and Close’s enviable chemistry together.
Slater as the nosy biographer follows the pattern of our leads, in that while he definitely gets across the basics of the character quite nicely, he is also adept at the more nuanced aspects of it. Max Irons manages to improve from the last time he performed alongside Glenn Close, and possibly any of his prior films so far, as his depiction of the jaded son whose chip on the shoulder has a chip on its shoulder gets across all the cathartic resentment that entails in quite entertaining fashion.
Stories like this that delve into the creative writing
process require two key things to flourish: An understanding of what makes good
writing and what goes into the person that creates it. On that first point,
this film absolutely shines as this contains some of the most polished thematic
and literary devices I’ve seen in a movie all year. The dialogue makes frequent
mention of the idea of plain characterisation, where the story is held back by
players that are stilted, and the writing as a whole definitely makes its point in
how willing it is to delve beneath the surface of seemingly basic details. The
brilliant writer, the dutiful wife, the vexed son, the muckraking biographer;
we’ve seen these archetypes before.
And yet, despite how simple they may appear initially, the
dialogue combined with the sparkling performances become rather revealing as
the film goes on. The writer is shown to be a complicated and far-from-saintly
individual, the wife becomes far less passive, the son shows the reasons why he is as vexed as he is, and the
biographer turns out to be far less interested in scandal than he is in truth.
Some of this is shown through the dialogue, some through the performances, and
some through the connection of images and actions. I mean, it’s not every day
that a film comes out that can sell cigarette smoking and jumping on the bed as
legitimate thematic tools.
But what does all of this nuance amount to? Well, this
touches on that second aspect of what makes for good writing about writing in
how it looks at the creative process… and it is about as far from romanticized
as I’ve seen in quite some time. It carries the expected air of treating
writing as an almost-divine art form in how it can channel the soul of the
person holding the pen, but it also delves into the cultural aspects that can
affect that process. Not necessarily the writing itself, although this film
shows that to be quite influenced by the world around the writer, but getting
that writing into the hands of another. One of the film’s more pointed moments comes in
a flashback to the young Joan in a publishing house where prospective books are
being discussed. One of the men brings up the work of a female writer that
shows promise… but then declares it “soft” because the story is told from a
woman’s perspective. That ends up being rather telling of how this film melds
gender politics into the overall narrative, showing the unfortunate divide
between the sexes as far as who can get published and who is in charge of
making that decision.
While this also mingles with moments of our older leads
reminiscing on their youthful recklessness, it ends up revealing something
vital about the creative process: It exists regardless of the obstacles around
it. As we learn more about Joan’s own history with writing, we see how even the
sexist attitudes of the era (and, by extension, this era) aren’t enough to quell that divine frenzy. It’s a means
of pouring one’s own emotions, their ennui, their grievances, their things that
can’t be uttered in speech, onto a blank piece of paper; the kind of cathartic
process that is all that stands between some people and insanity. And yet, the
relationship between Joe and Joan show that it can also lead to insanity as
well, as bigger questions are raised about who truly deserves the credit.
But here’s where the film’s approach to nuance ends up
reaching its pinnacle. We are shown the thought process that went into these
books. We are shown the societal barriers that would make their arrangement into
something feasible. We are shown how that creative spark exists even in the
presence of soul-crushing circumstances. But what we are not shown is the bad guy who let all of this happen; this isn’t Big Eyes we’re talking about here. Even after all is said and done, largely thanks
to just how natural Pryce and Close’s chemistry is, this doesn’t feel like a
standard ‘scorned wife’ narrative. It’s a lot more complicated than that,
because the real juice of a story is rarely that simple.
All in all, this is a very impressive offering that gives a
much-needed change in perspective when it comes to writing about the art of
writing. The acting is outstanding, with Glenn Close giving an utter knock-out
performance, while Jane Anderson’s scripting emphasises the complexity behind
the ostensibly simple to not only bring some incredibly nuanced characters to
life but to also make some very sound statements on how the industry and the
society around it views women. This is mature filmmaking in the truest sense of
the term.
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