Untamed and Untouchable
Saucy is not a word that springs to mind in relation to the stately Merchant-Ivory-Jhabvala franchise. Still, on the evidence of their new film, taking this period-obsessed trio out of the hushed, brocaded drawing rooms of the past and into a more pop present brings a touch of sorely needed pep and froth to an oeuvre becalmed in solemn good taste. Not that taste is lacking in Le Divorce, but the time is the present, the setting Paris, and the place settings and sculpted food have a heady contempo feel. Adapted from Diane Johnsons smart if overpraised 1994 roman à clef about a young Californian womans brief encounter with haute Parisian mores, Le Divorce in substance if not in style is entirely consistent with the Merchant-Ivory mission to explore the clash between old and new worlds, between tenaciously held tradition and the careless freedoms of modernity.
Johnsons book turns on the friction between brash American idealism and impatience with convention on the one hand, and the French insistence on order and etiquette no matter what hanky-panky goes on behind the scenes. Her heroine, Isabel Walker a sly update of Isabel Archer in Henry James The Portrait of a Lady is a modern, independent young American woman who finds herself adrift in a European culture that has nimbly adjusted centuries-old traditions to suit its racy lifestyle. Here, Isabel (Kate Hudson) gets off a plane in Paris jauntily attired in jeans, a loose top and flyaway curls, and haloed in a buttery light that bespeaks her origins in Santa Barbara, the very antithesis of Paris low-key, blue-gray elegance. Psyched for a happy reunion with her half-sister Roxeanne (Naomi Watts), a moody poet whos pregnant with a second child by her Gallicly handsome husband, Charles-Henri de Persand (Melvil Poupaud), Isabel is shocked to find Roxeanne reeling from that rascals abrupt and unexplained departure. As she struggles to prop up her sister and care for her little niece, Isabel finds herself increasingly enmeshed with Charles-Henris coolly aristocratic family, headed by his mother, Suzanne, whos played by a suitably refined Leslie Caron and who will sacrifice much and many on the altar of face maintenance. Their relationship is complicated by Isabels affair with Suzannes married brother, Edgar Cosset (Thierry Lhermitte), a suave diplomat known around town for ushering in every new extramarital affair by giving his lover one of those expensive, bright-red purses named after Grace Kelly.
Before you can say Hermès, Isabel is sporting a sleek new Parisian haircut and the requisite pricey scarf thrown around the neck with studied carelessness. Ignoring the warnings of her sister and her boss, a savvy American writer (wittily played by Glenn Close as an amalgam of Susan Sontag and Mary McCarthy), Isabel dives headfirst into the unaccustomed role of mistress, even as she joins her own family (Sam Waterston and a very good Stockard Channing play the parents) in fighting the de Persands for possession of a Walker family heirloom, a painting of St. Ursula, patron saint of young girls. This may be more feistiness than Hudson can carry: The young actress has her mothers fizzy charm, but lacks the manic dissident energy of early Goldie Hawn. Still, Hudson coasts along pleasantly enough, keeping faith with the overall tone of airy weightlessness. For a movie that boasts a murder, a would-be suicide and the usual generous helping of screwing around à la français, Le Divorce is remarkably calm and contained even as it builds to its climax, a hostage taking at the top of the Eiffel Tower that hews closer to farce than to the thrills its meant to generate.
In the end, Johnsons book, in a cunning reversal of the tragic fate of the Jamesian heroine what American woman would today allow herself to become a victim of European etiquette? opts for some shamelessly gratifying boosterism for the American way of cultural combat. To this conclusion Ivory pays his respects, but as so often happens in a Merchant-Ivory movie, the big picture gets lost in the furnishings. One walks away from Le Divorce remembering not so much Isabel in her hard-won wisdom and independence as the image of a Kelly bag floating over the rooftops of Paris in goofy, if irrelevant, homage to the beloved French childrens movie The Red Balloon.
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Sandstorm, based on the story of an Indian woman who raised her voice against oppressive traditions and was gang-raped for her trouble, is one mans eloquent and deeply felt cry of indignation against the many layers of subjugation faced by Indian women, especially if they happen to be of low caste and hidden away in rural outposts fiercely resistant to social change. Sanwari Devi (played by the beautiful actress Nandita Das), an Untouchable potter in the backward region of Rajasthan, is recruited to the nascent Saathin womens rights movement. When she speaks out against the ancient practice of child marriage, a group of village elders ambush Sanwari, beat up her husband and brutally rape her. Refusing to retire in shame, Sanwari seeks justice with the aid of her loyal spouse (Raghuvir Yadav) and a sympathetic government facilitator (Deepti Naval). Sanwaris case is taken up as a cause célèbre in Delhi, but, lacking in street smarts or political savvy, she becomes ensnared in the special interests of government and opposition factions, and subsequently a victim of sexism and corruption in the Indian justice system.
Though it stands in wise contrast to Shekhar Kapurs daft 1994 actioner Bandit Queen, which bought lock, stock and barrel into the Robin Hood deification of rape victim turned man-hating gangsterette Phoolan Devi, Sandstorm is as slickly made as any Hollywood melodrama (Jagmohan, who wrote, edited and directed the picture, divides his time between India and Los Angeles). The movie is encumbered by an awkward, not to say unnecessary, framing device in which the story is told by a gratuitously sexy Anglo-Indian journalist (Laila Ruass) whos researching the case for a book she will make a best-seller. Also, Jagmohan indulges himself in a jarring detour into titillating speculation about why the mens semen doesnt match that found on Sanwaris clothes. Yet none of this detracts from the films moving depiction of the multiple humiliations heaped on women who brave the odds in a none-too-rapidly modernizing society or from the hope that surges through the final scene, in which Sanwari, still clothed in the vibrant crimson and ocher that dominate the movies gorgeous palette, continues her work as an activist, while a little girl dances joyfully to the chants of the radicalized women around her.
LE DIVORCE | Directed by JAMES IVORY | Written by RUTH PRAWER JHABVALA and IVORY | Based on the novel by DIANE JOHNSON Produced by ISMAIL MERCHANT and MICHAEL SCHIFFER | Released by Fox Searchlight Pictures | At selected theaters
SANDSTORM | Written and directed by JAGMOHAN | Produced by JAG MHUNDRA and GAURANG DOSHI | Released by RS Entertainment | At the Music Hall
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