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Not a great deal is known about the 17th-century Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer, so there's plenty of room to speculate, which is exactly what Tracy Chevalier did when she wrote the book upon which this film is based. Chevalier was inspired by a poster of the famous titular painting she had owned since she was 19; little surprise, then, that this Vermeer, as portrayed by Colin Firth, plays like a teenage girl's fantasy of a sensitive-yet-sexy artist. Apparently, Vermeer was the sole passionate hippie in a town full of puritans, the latter group epitomized by Tom Wilkinson as designated horny old hypocrite Master Van Ruijven.
And the girl in the picture? That'd be Griet (Scarlett Johansson, whose likeness to the painting is uncanny), a servant girl who, in this hypothetical telling, wasn't having an affair with Vermeer but was suspected by all nonetheless. Not that Vermeer wouldn't think about it--the film's sympathies would clearly be with him and Griet ending up together. But no, he just paints her, which, in the days before nude photography, is a bit like cheating. Sort of. Certainly it's implied that Vermeer's patron Van Ruijven does with paintings what a contemporary schoolboy might do with porn.
Art director Ben Van Os (The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover) clearly had the time of his life on this film--every frame is lovingly composed and crafted like a Vermeer painting. It's beautiful to look at, and yet the story is strangely lacking; the novel's first chapter, available online at author Chevalier's Web site, tchevalier.com, seems to contain more plot points than the entire film. Important details, like why Griet's father looks grievously injured at the movie's beginning, or what the religious conflicts of the day were, are hinted at in the film and likely very clear if you already know the book, but director Peter Webber and screenwriter Olivia Hetreed (both making their feature-film debuts) have given them short shrift for the cold moviegoer, and the drama suffers as a result.
Onscreen, the story can be summed up very simply: Vermeer wants to paint his new servant, and his lecherous patron wants to buy it; other people think this is rather an inappropriate idea, and the servant herself has mixed feelings. Along the way, Griet has a somewhat gratuitous romance with a butcher's son (28 Days Later's Cillian Murphy, looking for all the world like Disney's Pinocchio), and we get to see and hear where different colors of paint come from--Van Ruijven gleefully informs us that "Indian yellow" is "distilled from the urine of sacred cows raised only on mango leaves."
And that's it, really. So, yeah, painting's kinda cool. And artists are all passionate and stuff, but they don't necessarily do anything with those passions other than paint. Oh, wait--Vermeer did father at least 11 children, though given what a cold fish his wife is portrayed as in the film, you'll wonder exactly how that worked. And the pearl earring? You'll have to see the film to find out where it comes from, but the answer really isn't that exciting.
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