Like nearly all Merchant-Ivory productions, The Golden Bowl, its latest book-to-film adaptation, is a feast for the eyes, with choice real estate, exquisite interior design and dazzling costumes all bathed in a golden light that not only enriches the colors but also helps to give the settings a sense of depth that belies the two-dimensional properties of the screen. For those of us convinced we were born in the wrong century, the sheer elegance of the surroundings--ancestral manor houses, with their resplendent grounds and priceless heirlooms--provide an opportunity to breathe in the rarefied air of privilege and beauty into which we, most assuredly, were meant to be born.
The novels of such late 19th- and early 20th-century luminaries as Henry James, E.M. Forster and Edith Wharton (the first two favorite source material for producer Ismail Merchant and director James Ivory) present an array of characters who harbor a similar longing for the gilded life--in extreme cases, even a sense of entitlement to it. The Golden Bowl was James' final novel and the one with which he seems to have been most satisfied. Its plot is reminiscent of The Wings of the Dove, in which the financially strapped, English-born Kate encourages her fiance to marry her best friend, a guileless American heiress, so that he may inherit the dying girl's fortune and then wed his true love.
In The Golden Bowl, Charlotte Stant (Uma Thurman), an impoverished American expatriate living in England, encourages her former lover, the equally penniless Italian prince, Amerigo (Jeremy Northam), to marry her school friend, the ingenuous, exceedingly wealthy American, Maggie Verver (Kate Beckinsale), but, at the same time, to continue his long-standing affair with Charlotte. James ups the ante a bit in this novel, having Charlotte marry Maggie's widowed father, Adam (Nick Nolte), an American billionaire who has devoted his life to his daughter ever since the death of his beloved wife many years earlier. Father and daughter have lived on their English country estate all these years, two individuals who, like slender half-moons, together form a perfect little circle with impenetrable borders.
The Golden Bowl
In marrying Amerigo, Maggie worries that she is abandoning her father. Unwilling to siphon attention away from him, she neglects her husband instead. The situation changes little when Adam, primarily to keep Maggie from worrying about him, marries Charlotte. The bond between father and daughter proves not just unbreakable but unbendable. Amerigo and Charlotte, whose earlier relationship is unknown to the Ververs, are increasingly thrown together, shuttled off to parties while father and daughter remain at home. It isn't difficult to predict what happens next.
There is an ambiguity at the heart of The Golden Bowl that should have worked in the story's favor but doesn't. The question is: For whom is the audience supposed to root--or, if not exactly root, at least feel a certain empathy for? Charlotte is treacherous, and Amerigo is weak, but Adam and Maggie aren't interested in opening up their little circle. The lack of a concrete villain is one problem. But the absence of a defined (not to be misconstrued as single) perspective from which to view the various machinations is an even greater flaw, leaving the viewer without an emotional connection to any of the personalities.
Is this Maggie's story or Amerigo's? There is no reason why it can't be both, but neither gains sufficient momentum to work either alone or together. It's difficult to tell where the fault for this lies. There are so many potential nuances to the story, few of them realized here.
The actors are less than stellar but more than adequate. Nolte is such a contemporary actor that he always seems a bit stiff in period dramas. Beckinsale, who here looks remarkably like a dark-haired Nicole Kidman, is engaging but could use a bit more oomph. Northam, so perfect in The Winslow Boy, is constrained by both the script and his Italian accent, while Thurman, she of the lanky frame, flawless complexion and enigmatic smile, is more convincing in her bitchy moments than in her needy ones and is frequently reduced to silly bursts of laughter, as if not quite sure how to handle a scene. The film, however, is worth the price of admission if only to see the slinky Thurman decked out in a form-fitting, sequined pre-flapper era outfit. The word "stunning" hardly does her justice.
To be fair, the film has a lot more going for it than simply Thurman's emerald-green ensemble. That it falls far short of such Merchant-Ivory favorites as A Room With a View and Howard's End is undeniable, but the visual splendor proves great enough to outweigh the emotional disappointments.
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