LE DIVORCE
Rated PG-13 - Running Time: 1:57 - Released 8/29/03
The latest from the famous partnership of Indian-born producer
Ismail Merchant and American director James Ivory (not to mention
their longtime screenwriter Ruth Prawer Jhabvala), Le Divorce
again showcases the notable abilities of the creative team responsible
for such acclaimed period pieces as A Room With A View,
Howards End, and The Remains Of The Day. While
Le Divorce does not attain the excellence of those films
interpersonal relationships, it certainly features an intelligent
story complemented by fine work by a dizzying array of gifted
actors, a combination which has become a standard prerequisite
for Merchant/Ivory productions. Starring Naomi Watts, who showed
us her impressive ability in David Lynchs freaky 2001 film
Mulholland Drive, and
the effervescent Kate Hudson, it tells the story (based on the
bestselling book by Diane Johnson) of two American sisters who
learn separate lessons about the price of love in present-day
Paris, but it also functions as a sort of comparative study on
the differing mores of French vs. American society. While it contains
occasional textual flaws, like some unnecessarily obvious expository
dialogue, and occasional acting flaws, like people trying to find
a way to deliver said dialogue convincingly, and it strains for
a long time to find likable characters, this is for the most part
a well-performed and engaging film, especially compared to what
else is out there right now.
When Isabel Walker (Hudson) sets off from her home in California
for a prolonged visit to her pregnant sister Roxanne de Persand
(Watts) in Paris, she doesnt realize that she is walking
into the middle of a marital breakup. Even as she arrives, Roxannes
French husband Charles-Henri (Melvil Poupaud) is walking out the
door, leaving his wife, their young daughter Gennie (Esmée
Buchet-Deak), and the unborn baby Roxanne is carrying. Although
the situation saddens Isabel, she cant help but enjoy the
Parisian lifestyle, and she soon gets a job organizing the literary
papers of noted liberal American poet and womens activist
Olivia Pace (Glenn Close), who is donating them to the University
of Tulsa. Meanwhile she falls in love with a scruffy Frenchman
named Yves (Romain Duris), who also works for Pace. Her affair
with him is put on hold, however, when she becomes attracted to
a wealthy diplomat named Edgar Cossett (Thierry Lhermitte), a
politician with the sexual appetites of Bill Clinton and the politics
of George W. Bush. But better looking than either. And hes
also the brother of Charles-Henris propriety-obsessed mother
(Leslie Caron).
Isabels romantic pursuits could be considered the typical
adventures of any young woman in Paris, but trouble starts when
Roxannes in-law family seeks legal counsel regarding the
separation of property between her and Charles-Henri. The dispute
particularly concerns a beautiful painting of Ste. Ursula, the
patron saint of young girls, which may or may not have been painted
by the famous 17th-century French artist Georges de La Tour (and
therefore could be worth millions). The painting, given to Charles-Henri
and Roxanne as a wedding present by her parents (Sam Waterston,
Stockard Channing), was a Walker family heirloom for generations,
but since it was a gift to the couple, his family claims joint
ownership. Soon all the above family members and others join together
for a strained summit meeting on the situation, culminating in
an ill-fated trip to the Eiffel Tower.
Although this film has its lighthearted moments, it probably
shouldnt be seen by anyone going through a painful separation,
as it seems mostly to be about people being careless with each
others hearts. Few of the characters are really likable
people, as most are either obsessed with money, appearances, or
themselves, and therefore it is somewhat difficult to bond with
any of them. However, the beautiful scenery of Paris is presented
with the traditional style of a Merchant/Ivory production, and
although this is not a period piece, it is clear the wardrobe
department was doing its best to provide clothing to counteract
the character problem, offering a wide variety of garments showcasing
the versatility of Hudsons fabulous derrière. Hudson
is of course her cute, bubbly self, and even when her butt is
offscreen, she carries herself admirably and reaches some emotional
colors which betray her underrated talent for real acting. Watts
is similarly effective; although her character is less prominent
and she spends most of the film being hurt, angry, and/or weepy,
while growing in size all the time, she is able to achieve a subtlety
of behavior that can be quite arrestingly real.
The films conclusion turns out much more happily than most divorces probably do, but, well, Paris is the city of light, isnt it? ****