| Our great expectations for classic adaptations include a hunger for something new, as well as something old. A pity then, that Mike Newell’s solid, luscious and super-cautious take on Dickens has none of the verve or risk taking of Andrea Arnold’s raw, sweary Wuthering Heights or even Alfonso Cuaron’s stylised but stylish 1998 updating of this class-climbing classic. Granted, there’s beauty by the bucket-load in its wide, desolate Kentish landscapes, the camera swooping above the marshes to underline the big-screen credentials of this version. The falsely glittering Victorian high-life into which penniless orphan Pip (War Horse’s wide-eyed Jeremy Irvine) is propelled after being favoured by the eccentric Miss Havisham is also visually stunning. There’s no shortage of atmosphere or excellent playing either; when Ralph Fiennes’ snarling convict Magwitch looms from a tombstone it’s as terrifying as anything in David Lean’s 1946 classic version. Key characters like Robbie Coltrane’s inappropriately genial lawyer Jaggers are stuffed into scene slivers. And why play the early comic scenes so broadly that Pip’s relatives, David Walliams’ showy Mr Pumblechook and Sally H awkins’ shrieking Mrs Joe, seem transplanted from a TV spoof? As does Helena Bonham-Carter’s playfully eccentric Miss Havisham, looking more like The Bride Of Frankenstein than literature’s most famous jilted lady. Great Expectations News and Features |
11/25/12
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