Gabrielle (2005) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Gabrielle is a lifeless, sterile, icy French talkfest which was adapted to the screen from The Return, a novella by Joseph Conrad. Isabelle Huppert and Pascal Gregory play a prosperous bourgeois couple who seem to have a good relationship within a good life, at least superficially. They are actually just going through the motions, as if performing in a ballet. Conrad himself summed it up in this way: "'They skimmed over the surface of life hand in hand, in a pure and frosty atmosphere, like two skillful skaters ... disdainfully ignoring ... the hidden stream of life, profound and unfrozen." This choreographed routine is disrupted when the husband suddenly discovers that he has misunderstood everything about his wife's feelings for him. It comes as a complete surprise to him one day when his life leaves him a letter saying that she is leaving him for another man. It is equally surprising when she shows up at home four hours later, saying "never mind." Although she chose not to leave, the incident, and the repressed feelings it exposed, has a profound impact upon their relationship. As you might well have expected. Conrad apparently had an astoundingly accurate grasp of the obvious. The dramatic tension, if that is the right word here, derives from the ultimate outcome of their reconciliation. Will he choose to maintain appearances knowing that his wife doesn't care for him? Will she make an effort to make things work, or will she just go through the motions of being there? Will they try to understand each other better now and become more aware of one another's emotional needs, or will their relationship be doomed by the knowledge of years of deception? Although the director made some effort to "open the film up" with some flashbacks and party scenes, and some interaction with household servants, the story plays out essentially as a two-character stage play, and the only essential elements of the drama consist of two passionless people conversing in a single confined space. The film is handsome, and undoubtedly has truths to tell, but the leaden atmosphere, too-subtle reliance on nuances and glances, and the entire too-constricted concept will quickly put you to sleep unless you are a truly devoted member of the turtleneck set. |
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