It's a
Literary Extravaganza!
By
Kristin Battestella
Stateside
or British, these Victorian, turn of the last century, and post war
dramatizations, documentaries, and biographies have heaps of period
decorum, famous names, and family friendly bookishness thanks to
Agatha, Emily, Louisa, and Sherlock.
Louisa May Alcott: The Woman Behind Little Women – This American
Masters ninety minute
documentary separates the fact from fiction with first hand
accounts, re-enactments, and historical scenery. To the camera
recitations add realism while narrations and scholarly interviews
create a balanced point/counterpoint detailing Louisa's wild girl
childhood and radical upbringing – The Alcotts believed in
abolition, women's rights, transcendentalism, and equal education to
bloom a child's mind rather than break young spirits. Such religious
and racial taboos outcast the family onto tough times and their
nineteenth century hippies on a commune Utopian intellectualism leads
to starvation, humiliation, small pox, slums, and poverty as the cost
of their reform. Louisa wrote of her overworked mother before Concord
happiness and hobnobbing with Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel
Hawthorne, and Henry David Thoreau – experiences high and low
inspiring her determination. Early short stories and attempts at the
stage come amid her sister Beth's terrible death, and this depressing
time and subsequent gruesome, traumatizing Civil War nursing and
suicidal thoughts are reflected in her later fiction. Alcott declined
marriage proposals to keep her independence, and therapeutic writings
led to literary success in new magazines and paying newspapers
looking for her anonymous, fast turn around, serialized thrillers.
Louisa herself preferred the vicariously lurid on the page to her
mercenary children's literature – women weren't supposed to write
that sort of thing and most of this adult material went undiscovered
until after her death with evidence of yet more lost works. Trips to
Europe and potential flings in Paris become inspirations for some of
her famed characters while questions of possible bipolar disorders,
manic depression, or undiagnosed lupus linger thanks to her extreme
periods of creativity between months of physical inability. The
surprise success of Little Women allowed
her to enjoy later laurels, but opium, morphine, and other
alternative medicinal cures did little to curb the nonetheless
prolific Alcott's declining health at thirty-eight. This in depth
documentary makes the semi-autobiographical tag of Little Women
seem like a small, saccharin
sampling, as there is far more to the author indeed.
Mr. Holmes – Ian McKellan's (Lord of the Rings) ninety-three
year old detective pursues the case that got away in this 2015 tale
opening with superb locomotives, vintage automobiles, quaint
cottages, and country mood. The eponymous crusty old passenger is a
relic, with bleak music matching the weary toll after a long trip to
Japan. There's a hunch to his back, a cane, and a grovel to his voice
– feeble friends have gone to live with family but Mr. Holmes is
still sharp. He notices a decrease in his bee population and evidence
on the stair steps, digging into vintage photographs and cursive
notes as he writes down memories he is forgetting and tries to recall
one particular client. Holmes is writing the story we see in
flashbacks to thirty years prior – but these snippets represent the
confused mind, a blurring of fact and fiction as the film also goes
back to the recent Japanese quest. Is Holmes forgetting the details
or not telling what he knows as he dispels myths about his famous cap
and pipe? One must identify the problem and solve it, and if he
can't, then is it time to move to a care home? The past shows us a
younger, distinguished detective charming his way into a room,
smoothing both clients and witnesses and remaining swift even as
people doubt the real man because he doesn't match the detective on
the page. Despite a terrible accent, housekeeper Laura Linney (The
Big C) doesn't want her son too attached to Holmes – an
increasingly difficult old man with liver spots once so suave in a
top hat but now idle in striped pajamas and clinging to dignity by
writing forgotten names on his inner left cuff. The hard facts of a
case don't explain a client's behavior or feelings, and upsetting
moments help Holmes learn how his acerbic thoroughness isn't always
what a person needs. This regret of old and final growth before one's
inevitable completion is not an introductory piece. Viewers should be
familiar with the character, and the timeline back and forth may be
confusing to audiences who can't tell the post war settings apart.
The unreliable narrator fictionalizing a past account with other
point of views within may also be a frame too many, and some of the
storylines are uneven in a busy patchwork of
illicit meetings, poisons, false drawer bottoms, and hidden gloves.
The art imitating life vice
versa works better with Holmes reading Watson's dreadful prose and
going to see stereotypical Sherlock Holmes adaptations on the silver
screen – putting him face to face with his mortality as he weeps at
his inability to recall the truth. Palm readings and the scandalous
touching a lady's bare hand are vividly shot as the bittersweet
detective looks directly at the screen to say he can't remember it.
Such old Father Christmas passing the torch to the New Year babe
mature is meant for adult viewers who can understand the frailty,
child loss, old habits dying hard, and last piece of unfinished
business. Though somewhat flawed in its constructs, the period
touches and layered nuance from McKellan keep this little drama
charming.
The Mystery of Agatha Christie
– Poirot star
David Suchet hosts this 2014 documentary hour taking a deeper look at
the woman behind the best selling author via lovely on location
scenery, tours of the Christie Archive, and sit down interviews with
family, historians, and biographers. Private photographs, childhood
poems, handwritten notes, and original typed short stories add to the
inside nostalgia alongside home movie screenings, memoir readings,
and quotes from Christie's writings defining the recluse versus the
crime queen. Sit down chats with Suchet and experts waxing on
Christie's nightmares and love of swimming are grounded with rare
video interviews, audio clips, and drives to the Devon beaches in
vintage cars as period newspapers and slides follow the time line
from her unusual upbringing at Ashfield and financial difficulties
after her father's death to coming out parties, marriage, and wartime
nursing in Torquay. Dartmoor inspirations, learning to surf, and the
birth of her daughter Rosalind become defining experiences amid the
first Poirot publications and future mystery staples such as poison
breaking the rules of the detective genre. Christie's global travel
is well documented, however the dark emotional crisis stemming from
the Nancy Neil affair and the death of her mother remains unexplained
in Christie's autobiography, and Suchet and Co. debate her Mary
Westmacott novels and the infamous ten day disappearance before
Christie's rebirth in Istanbul and subsequent literary heights. The
Miss Marple stories and mixing of exotic tales with English comfort
helped heal the nation during World War II, followed by renewed
paperback masses and more recent manuscript discoveries. One and all
describe Christie with warmth, kindness, and gratitude – yet she
remains an enigma. The segments here don't go chapter by chapter and
book by book, but focus on the insights into the person rather than
the literature. Although this may not be anything new for Agatha
enthusiasts, this pleasing compliment to the author provides an
intimate, personal touch in spite of its shorter, classroom perfect
run time. For more fun, also see David
Suchet on the Orient Express.
An
Unfortunate Skip
A Quiet Passion
– Colorful interiors, lovely firelight, charming costumes, and
early photography set off Cynthia Nixon (Sex
and the City)
as Emily Dickinson in this 2016 biopic from writer and director
Terence Davies (The Deep Blue Sea).
Unfortunately, the trying to be ye olde dialogue is immediately
wooden and pretentious. Reading Victorian text isn't the same as
speaking it, and every pursed lips conversation is unintentionally
humorous with one heavy handed religious browbeating after another
dragging the pace. The first twenty minutes of redundant
precociousness could have been cut as the so called ungrateful Emily
is continually chastised into the adult transition scenes. The
unnecessary sassy sounding board BFF says they are trying to be
ironic, but the tone is thick with oppression, obnoxious women, and
fussiness. The audience feels the bitter we read from Dickinson,
however nothing happens to intrigue the viewer – no scandalous
publication nor shocking lesbianism. Some pains and health issues are
mentioned, but the inconsequential in her own life Emily merely
watches time go by amid awkward family marriages or falling flat war
drama. Subtly defiant moments are far better, such as Emily asking
her father to stay up at night to write in the quiet or smashing his
dirty plate because it can't be soiled if it is broken. Voiceover
rejections of her too common womanly rhyme lead to feverish writing
with one acceptance and an anonymous publication, yet the poetry is
apparently not
the
point of this piece? Should be funny tea with the water only
minister's wife and witty arguments about Longfellow or The Brontes
are too few and far between, disservicing Nixon by never fully
letting the bittersweet come across. Emily's unloved stoicism and
ugly feelings because no one wants her poetry anchor the final forty
minutes as the eccentricities come to the forefront, and the poetry
narrations answer as others question why she thinks her life is so
bad, complains about them leaving, doesn't go anywhere, and pushes
people away. The dream sequence/veiled masturbation interlude is a
bit much, and time transitions leave large life gaps – unless we
are to believe that her brother's affair is the most important thing
to ever happen to Emily Dickinson. Viewers can't come into this
expecting answers, and simply put, reading about Dickinson and her
work does far more.
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