Here we have a new adaptation of the Charles Dickens
classic, David Copperfield to deal with… as if it hadn’t been
done to death already in innumerable other versions. This one comes to us from
Armando Iannucci, so that means one thing - a heavy emphasis on comedy.
The film begins in a theatre where David (Dev Patel) emerges
and recites the novel’s opening lines. Then he starts to tell the familiar
story of his enjoyable early years with his mother and nurse (Daisy May Cooper
and Morfydd Clark - who also plays his wife later in the film). But then in
comes an evil stepfather (Darren Boyd) who sends him away. As he grows up he
crosses paths with his aunt (Tilda Swinton); a gentleman called Steerforth (Aneurin
Barnard) whom he eventually calls his friend; an eccentric old man (Hugh
Laurie) who lives with his aunt; the good-natured but impecunious Micawber (Peter
Capaldi); and an ambitious but untrustworthy lawyer called Uriah Heep (Ben
Whishaw). Copperfield has many interactions with them and inevitably sets on a
path to become a novelist.
I know I should be pleased to see a cast like this, but to
my disappointment no one gives a fully satisfying performance. It’s evident
that they all understand the characters they play but they fail to engage us
emotionally. I was especially disappointed with the waste of the talents of Capaldi
and Laurie: the former rushes through his dialogue and occasionally shouts and
bulges his eyes for no apparent reason, and the latter just sits going through the
motions doing nothing memorable apart from just being there. The part of Uriah
Heep ought to have great potential but Whishaw fails to make any impact.
Despite being very humorous, the script (by the director and
Simon Blackwell) manages to be surprisingly faithful to the source material. Most
of the pivotal scenes (apart from David’s schooldays) are retained, and essential
character traits stay the same. However, the whole film is overloaded with humour
that after a while becomes excessive – even undermining the dramatic moments.
And was there any need for the donkey-kicking scenes?
One positive thing I can say about this film is that it does
have the look of a lavish period drama and appears appropriately cinematic. But
even with all the humour at its disposal, the film feels incredibly long, dragging
especially in the middle. Also, there’s one very dark scene in a rundown part
of London that feels very much at odds with the light-hearted tone of the rest
of the film.
I can respect Iannucci for his ambition, but given the
results here, I would caution other directors who might wish to follow in his
footsteps in making comedic adaptations of classic novels that weren’t
originally envisioned as such.
Thank you for reading.
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