FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD (2015)
Directed by Thomas
Vinterberg
Fox Searchlight, 129
minutes, PG-13.
* * *
Although it's literary blasphemy
to admit, I have always preferred Thomas Hardy to Charles Dickens. Dickens was
funnier and his stories contained more action, but I like Hardy better for the
complex interior lives of his characters, and the fact that his women were more
than wallpaper. Hardy's women are independent spirits full of resolve and
spunk. Think of Tess Darbeyfield, Sue Bridehead (Jude the Obscure), or Eustacia Vye (Return of the Native). And how many Victorian literary heroines can
compare with Bathsheba Everdene in Far
from the Madding Crowd? Even
her name was scandalous in Hardy's time. Bathsheba was an unlikely name for a
19th century daughter given that her ancient counterpart was the
Hittite woman with whom King David committed adultery and impregnated (with
Solomon). David also engineered her soldier husband's death in battle when he
couldn't convince him to have sex with Bathsheba. It took moxie to name a
sympathetic character Bathsheba.
Hardy played with the Biblical
story. A soldier, temptation, lust, and wisdom factor into Far
from the Madding Crowd, but not the ways they were recounted in the Old
Testament. Biblical authorities differ on whether Bathsheba was willingly or
unwillingly seduced by King David, but Bathsheba Everdene is neither temptress
nor victim. Though men desire her, she longs for independence. She is
intelligent, strong-willed, high-spirited, and stubborn–traits that are both
blessings and curses. She is, for example, often too clever and acts
impulsively on the presumption that others will know her mind as well as she.
This foregrounding is essential
for evaluating the latest film version of Far
from the Madding Crowd. This is the fourth full-length motion picture of
Hardy's novel and it shares the strengths and shortcomings of its predecessors.
Bathsheba is such an intriguing personality that one can see why directors are
drawn to it. The 1967 British production with Julie Christie, Alan Bates, Peter
Finch, and Terence Stamp is the most famous attempt, though the BBC's 1998
four-part series (which aired in the US on Masterpiece
Theater) is probably the most successful. Locate Thomas Vinterberg's new
production somewhere in the middle of the pack.
First the good news: Forget Julie
Christie–Carey Mulligan is a superior Bathsheba. She plays frothy and determined
equally, thus is totally believable as a woman of both superior intellect and
impetuousness. Physically she is desirable without intending to be so, and a
fireball of energy that burns those who get too close. We are convinced that if
any woman can run her own farm in patriarchal Victorian England, it would be
she. In the story, three men are ensnared by Bathsheba's magnetism: loyal
shepherd Gabriel Oak (Matthew Schoenaerts), caddish soldier Francis
("Frank") Troy (Tom Sturridge), and steadfast bachelor farmer William
Boldwood (Michael Sheen). Each wishes to wed and bed Bathsheba, though two of
the suitors are decidedly as unwise as King David. Schoenaerts is also
outstanding and plays Oak as Everdene's equal in both kind intentions and pigheadedness,
as if he is the anvil to her hammer. (Did Hardy play off the Bathsheba's
name—Hebrew for "daughter of the oath"–to come up with Oak?) Sheen is
terrific as Boldwood, Everdene's older, socially gauche suitor. Indeed, he's so
sympathetic he breaks your heart. Also praiseworthy is the musical score. This
movie gets folk music right, because Vinterberg had the commonsense to hire
Eliza Carthy as music advisor and include her and her band on the soundtrack.
The not-so-good: Sturridge is a
wooden soldier as Troy and he's no Terence Stamp in the glamour department
either. His flat demeanor is also frequently the feel of this film. It is
gorgeous on the surface, but not much actually happens. To return to an earlier
point, Hardy's novels are often about internal
struggles and these require time–like a 460-page novel or a four-part BBC mini
series–to show how characters grow and change. Try to cram this into just two
hours and what we get is Far from the
Madding Crowd on amphetamines. This means it's obvious from the get-go who
Bathsheba should be with, and just as obvious what will end badly–even if
you've never read the book. Vinterberg tries to give us the feel of 19th
century rural life, but these come off as random snapshots disconnected from affairs of the heart and
mind.
Far from the Madding Crowd is ultimately a classic middling
picture–neither great nor bad. It's certainly a pleasant enough way to pass a
few hours, but it lacks the transcendence of Hardy's novel. –Rob Weir
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