Tuesday 15 January 2019

Film: My Cousin Rachel



Daphne Du Maurier
I’d only just read Daphne Du Maurier’s book and really liked it so I looked forward to seeing the movie.

This film has the distinction of not only being the worst adaptation of a novel that I’ve ever seen [for how to make a successful adaptation, see ITV’s Vanity Fair, which was near perfect] but is also one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen. To put this in perspective, I’m talking The Killing of a Sacred Deer bad (oh, Nicole! oh, Colin!), I’m talking Wonder Wheel bad (oh, Kate!). It’s as if the director Roger Michel took his script from an abridged edition or perhaps the Cliffs Notes of the novel, and even then one with several random pages torn out, so that the gist and thrust of the narrative are lost.

Because of this, the film version lacks the heart, the logic, the mystery and therefore the believability of the original story.

The Illustrated Mum
Everything Michel adds grates and jangles with inauthenticity, for instance he has someone who is evidently a lady, played with verve by the always excellent Holliday Grainger (I first saw her in the amazing The Illustrated Mum),* talk about dog ‘shit’ when a woman in her position just wouldn’t have. Then we have a servant say of another: ‘You fucking prickwit’. It’s completely unnecessary.

What’s annoying about this is that Du Maurier’s book is full of dialogue and description. In the film, everything is exaggerated and/or conflated till it makes no sense. In the book, Ambrose’s letters disclose the course of his connection with Rachel, with several mentions of the laburnum tree in the courtyard of Rachel’s villa in Italy, under which Ambrose would sit while suffering from some recurring unnamed malady and there are many scenes that show the development of the relationship between Rachel and Philip so that it seems natural.

Everything Michel chooses to omit is vital to any understanding of the story or empathy with the characters, for instance the book conveys the life of Ambrose and Philip as a male idyll, with no real need of a woman’s input, happy and carefree. But Michel barely acknowledges this, having the same actor play both roles, allowing the impression that there was something wrong with their bachelor life before she arrived.

Rachel Weisz
I’m sure Rachel Weisz, who plays the eponymous Rachel can act (she usually can) but she fails to make her Rachel either bewitching or sinister but merely seems a little unhinged, one minute shouting (which doesn’t happen in the novel and is totally out of character), the next seductive. I’m not at all sure about Sam Claflin. He’s incredibly unconvincing as Philip, evincing neither boyish naivety (it comes across as petulance) nor enthusiasm. Together they create a charisma vacuum that sucks the life out of the rest of the film.

The scenes seem to chop and change pointlessly so a single conversation jumps from an interior to two or three exterior shots, giving us the uneasy sensation that the characters are for some reason having the same conversation over and over again in various locales.
Watching the film with the subtitles on makes it seem even sillier as Rachel and Philip are forever ‘chuckling softly’ over nothing. These chuckles are supposed to indicate the characters’ rapprochement but they are without foundation if you leave out the dialogue.
 
Aidan does it better
There’s an obligatory, shirtless sequence (post-Aidan Turner’s Ross Poldark) that, although it has source in the novel, seems a weird thing to include when you plan to leave out so much else and the cinematography showcases the beautiful Cornish countryside much like Poldark. But one of the BBC series' virtues is that it incorporates a lot of Winston Graham's original dialogue thus we get witty repartee and barbed retorts.

Of course, I completely understand that a film might have to concertina and alter a story a bit (the garden design/landscaping element is left out altogether – that’s fine) for its own purposes but what we’re left with is people behaving really oddly for no apparent reason.

By the end of the novel, the reader is certain that Rachel is poisoning Philip just like she poisoned his cousin, with her eyes firmly fixed on the prize of his inheritance. Michel decides to leave this one absolute open-ended as a ‘did she? didn’t she?’, no doubt to try to pique the viewer’s interest but it turns out to be too little too late.

What Du Maurier has depicted with the skill of an Old Master, Constable, for instance, with nuance, subtle detail and depth, Michell has rendered bold and simple in the brush strokes of a painter decorator.
 
* A brilliant adaptation itself of Jacqueline Wilson's book, in which all three actresses are outstanding: Alice Connor, Michelle Collins and Holliday Grainger.

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