| |
Review by Peter Bradshaw, The Guardian
|
|
Nothing in director Julian Schnabel's career so far has
anticipated the sweetness, sadness, maturity and restraint
of this lovely movie. It is a very moving and deeply satisfying
version of the bestselling 1997 memoir by Jean-Dominique
Bauby, the 43-year-old Parisian fashion magazine editor
who, at the very height of wealth, health and success
was paralysed by a stroke and suffered from "locked-in
syndrome". He could hear and see perfectly, but could
not move or speak. The thing he could do was blink his
left eyelid and, with ferocious effort, learned to blink
in a special alphabet-code and by this means "dictate"
his extraordinary memoir. Bauby was submerged in a diving
bell of physical immobility: that precious, fluttering
eyelid was a butterfly of freedom and hope.
Armed with Ronald Harwood's robust screenplay, Schnabel
has applied his visual sense to create a distinctive look
and feel for his movie, part magic lantern, part hallucinatory
fuzz, a watery depth from which float up memories and
reveries, fantastical constructions and visions. It is
only in the past and in fantasy that Bauby can escape
his condition. These images drift past his field of vision,
and sequences of almost narcotic melancholy or indeterminacy
will suddenly snap shut as we are forced back into clinical
reality. Schnabel moves with seamless assurance from Bauby's
agonised, bedridden point-of-view to the third-person
camera positions showing us the ruined invalid, images
whose objectivity is conditioned by Bauby's fiercely unsentimental
sense of self.
He is played by Mathieu Amalric: an actor with one of
the most beguiling screen faces: cherubic, ironic, sensual.
When a flashback shows him in his pomp, breezing into
a fashion shoot, dishevelled and unshaven as only a very
celebrated or handsome man can afford to be, he radiates
well-being.
Amalric is a tremendous screen actor; it may be that his
forthcoming elevation to Bond villain in the new 007 film
will bring him to a wider audience; I hope it does not
caricature his style. This is a wonderful performance.
As for Schnabel, it is an exhilarating breakthrough, and
for screenwriter Ronald Harwood the movie is another triumph
of responsive, creative intelligence.
|
|