A
film review by Tom Russo for bostonglobe.com June 15, 2016
In
Genius, great writing comes with
bromance
Book
editors get their big-screen due in Genius,
a Colin Firth - Jude Law pairing depicting the close working relationship between
venerable Scribner’s editor Max Perkins and 1930s literary luminary Thomas
Wolfe. Adapted from biographer A. Scott
Berg’s acclaimed 1978 portrait of Perkins, the film is surprisingly light
on conflict and definitely goes a bit heavy on period bromantic bonhomie. Even
so, it’s an intriguing study of the personalities and torturous process behind
some of the early 20th century’s great writing.
Director
Michael Grandage establishes the
film’s vintage, chambers-of-import aesthetic straightaway with elegant images
of Wolfe (Law) waiting in a Manhattan downpour for a pivotal meeting at Scribner,
and Perkins (Firth) in his archive-like office, poring over Hemingway galleys.
(In a great bit of character observation, Perkins always sports a fedora, even
when editing at home in his PJs.) A connection is formed when Perkins agrees to
read unheralded Wolfe’s sprawling, semiautobiographical draft of Look Homeward, Angel as a favor to a
colleague. The staid, thoughtful editor finds himself unexpectedly swept up,
first by Wolfe’s unconventional, poetic prose, then by the author’s outsize, exuberant Southern charm.
This
dramatic dynamic is well played. It’s especially fun catching Wolfe’s over-the-top
reaction to learning that he’s finally going to be published. Or Perkins’s
bemusement at watching workers roll in a mountain of milk crates with the
longhand scribbles for Wolfe’s epic follow-up, Of Time and the River. But other scenes, such as Wolfe taking
Perkins to an uptown club to share the writer’s love for jazz, feel cutely
overdone. Meanwhile, there’s a perfunctory narrative quality to the way that
veteran screenwriter John Logan (The Aviator, Spectre) covers the duo’s
eventual estrangement, never mind how closely this might hew to the facts.
More
time is spent on Wolfe’s lover and benefactor, stage designer Aline Bernstein (Nicole Kidman), and her jealousy of the
Wolfe-Perkins bond. But this, too, seems hurried, while corresponding drama
with Perkins’s supportive wife (Laura
Linney) feels superfluous.
Fittingly,
what’s perfectly scripted and captured are the various small moments showing
these hallowed novels as true works in progress. Just like any other writing,
Perkins first has to go over Wolfe’s pages with a judicious red pencil. We see
him life-coaching F. Scott Fitzgerald (Guy
Pearce, sympathetically brittle), and talking shop with Hemingway (Dominic West, entertainingly macho).
They’re fascinating touches that keep the film grounded, even when the tone
drifts toward I Love Editing You, Man.
[Russo’s rating 2.5 stars out of 4 = 62.5%
Labels:
biography, drama, Nicole Kidman, period, tragedy
IMDb 65/100
MetaScore (critics=56, viewers=67)
RottenTomatoes Averages (critics=59, viewers=64)
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