The Task: Watch and write about every movie on my shelf, in order (Blu-rays are sorted after DVDs), by June 10, 2015. Remaining movies: 202 Days to go: 142
Movie #236: Sense and Sensibility
Perfect, perfect, beautiful movie. Sense and Sensibility gets better each time I watch it, and I’ve watched it a lot. Although not her film debut, this was my introduction to Kate Winslet (though sadly also my introduction to her unfortunate and unflattering tight curls) and the solidification of my esteem for Emma Thompson. It was a return to my favor for Hugh Grant, whose films since Four Weddings and a Funeral had been disappointments. And it was a complete overhaul of my image of Alan Rickman, who went from suave villain in Die Hard to quietly suffering romantic hero here. Most of all, though, it’s given me a lifetime of breathlessly shouting “Willoughby” across a crowded room.
Sense and Sensibility is a tale of sisters — Elinor (Thompson) and Marianne (Winslet) — diametrically opposed in personalities by forever bonded by love. Elinor is the oldest daughter and assumes a lot of the responsibility of the family after their father passes away and they are forced out of their home. She is reserved and practical, and while she unexpectedly finds herself falling for her sister-in-law’s brother Edward Ferrars (Grant), she is bound by decorum and common sense not to make a fool of herself over him. She is disappointed, of course, when they part, but he’s made no declarations and no promises, so she has no choice but to carry on with her life.
Marianne, on the other hand, wears her heart on her sleeve. She is all passionate enthusiasm or crushing disappointment, depending on circumstance. She understands the conventions of society, but when it comes to matters of the heart, she has no respect for them. To her, to hide one’s feelings is to lie. So when she meets the older, staid Colonel Brandon (Rickman), she makes no effort to hide her disinterest, and when the dashing John Willoughby (Greg Wise, who Thompson was smart enough to take up with and eventually marry for herself) emerges from the mist like a hero straight out of a romance novel, again Marianne sees no point in hiding her infatuation. When a mysterious scandal sends Willoughby to London, however, and Marianne meets up with him some time later at a ball, she is devastated by his cold regard. Further, when it is revealed that he has abandoned his intent to propose to her in favor of marrying an heiress, Marianne’s depression and despair engulf her.
Over the course of the film, both sisters suffer for their loves and both learn from the other. Elinor finally is able to express her grief over the loss of Edward, in a scene as heart-wrenching as anything Marianne could conjure, and Marianne learns to respect the steadfast constancy of Colonel Brandon, whose affection for her is no less ardent, and whose commitment to her is far more reliable. And while Marianne’s new romance is calm and caring, Elinor’s emotional outburst and learning that Edward is, in fact, not married to the former Lucy Steele (Imogen Stubbs), who married his brother instead, is a moment of raucous laughter and tears combined. It’s a heartwarming and wholly satisfying end.
The primary characters are all fabulous, and the supporting characters are great as well. Mrs. Dashwood (Gemma Jones) has an incredible collection of hats. Charlotte Palmer (Imelda Staunton) is a bouncy, twittering nightmare, while her Hugh Laurie as her husband, the biting Mr. Palmer, makes me cackle with glee at his open contempt for her gossiping frivolity. Fanny Dashwood (Harriet Walter) is essentially perfect as the snobbish and selfish and greedy antagonist to her husband’s half-sisters. And the fact that Margaret Dashwood (Emilie François) doesn’t have her own spinoff of pirate adventures makes me want to write one myself.
Emma Thompson is basically my hero, and I love that she adapted this screenplay herself. It’s sharp and affecting and expertly paced. Ang Lee’s gorgeous direction makes it easily one of the most beautiful, best films of its release year, and it frustrates me no end that Thompson’s screenplay was the only one awarded an Oscar. In my heart, it deserves so much more.