It’s quite impressive how well this film turned out. I feel it’s important to open with that because there are quite a few things here that, if the production team weren’t as synchronised as they are, could’ve turned this into a complete shambles.
It’s quite impressive how well this film turned out. I feel it’s important to open with that because there are quite a few things here that, if the production team weren’t as synchronised as they are, could’ve turned this into a complete shambles.
One of the better reasons for the continued existence of
period dramas is that, in a historical sense, it can help brings modern-day
issues into perspective. There’s only so much clamouring about "it’s just a
trend" or "yeah, now you care about
all this" when it comes to any social issue before it becomes quite grating to
have to rebut over and over again. Since cinema is a great tool when it comes
to information, and global history has all sorts of little nuggets that the
world could use some reminders of, it can make for some rather revelatory
moments. Like this film, the latest from writer/director Wash Westmoreland
about a pioneering French writer and her struggle for recognition.