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USA/UK 1999
Reviewed by John Mount
Our synopses give away the plot in full, including surprise twists.
Florence, 1938. Penniless widow Mary Panton lives in a borrowed villa and socialises with the expatriate Anglo-American community. Sir Edgar Swift, 25 years her senior, proposes marriage. Mary asks for time to decide. Sir Edgar leaves Mary his revolver for her protection. Princess San Ferdinando urges Mary to marry Sir Edgar, soon to be Governor of Bengal, and suggests she take a lover if she grows bored. At the Princess's dinner party Mary receives the unwelcome attentions of Fascist officer Beppino Leopardi and meets charming American playboy Rowley Flint. She is attracted to Rowley but rejects his advances when he escorts her home. Impulsively, she has sex with Karl Richter, an Austrian refugee. Mary rebuffs Karl when he returns the next night. Richter shoots himself with Sir Edgar's gun.
Rowley helps Mary dump Karl's body; he is arrested by Leopardi. Mary steals incriminating files on Leopardi from the Princess; in exchange for the files, Leopardi releases Rowley. Mary parts from Rowley. On being told what has happened, Sir Edgar sticks to his proposal of marriage but explains that he will have to resign. Mary rejects him. Later, she runs into Rowley.
Director Philip Haas and his co-writer editor and wife Belinda Haas produced some interesting literary adapations during the 90s, notably The Music of Chance and Angels and Insects. Coolly intelligent and distinguished by understated observation, both films were effective in teasing out the more unsettling aspects of their original source material. But for all the directorial polish on show, the Haases' films have tended to start promisingly but fall frustratingly short of expectations. The same is true of their latest film, based on a W. Somerset Maugham novel: Up at the Villa is perfectly enjoyable fare but not the stunning period drama one feels the Haases are capable of.
In late-40s Hollywood Christopher Isherwood failed to write a screen adaptation of Maugham's novel because its tale of a young widow caught between financial obligation and romantic desire was considered too sexually explicit. Having finally reached the screen, the film ironically seems too restrained, its handling of the novel too discreet to make much impact on a contemporary audience. This said, Haas shows a great deal of delicacy in his dissection of the emotional turmoil Mary suffers after her impetuous one-night stand leads her to the brink of ruin. Kristin Scott Thomas gives a customarily convincing portrayal of a romantic Englishwoman chafing against the double standards of upper-class society. And what threatens to be a clichéd romance with Sean Penn actually sputters into life, in large part thanks to Penn's performance.
Up at the Villa is less effective when augmenting the scant political background of the novel with a more explicit historical context - the film's depiction of Italian fascism, for instance, is obvious and lacks insight. Similarly some of the minor characters are portrayed a little too broadly (although Derek Jacobi's cameo as a Quentin Crisp-like Lucky Leadbetter is strangely engaging and Anne Bancroft gives a commanding queen-bee performance as the Princess). Unsurprisingly, given the consummate visual style of Haas' earlier films, the lush Tuscan settings are expertly photographed, framing perfectly the sybaritic lifestyle of the expat community. Haas imbues this idyllic setting with a slow-burning sense of foreboding and occasionally hints at a more lurid, pliable morality under the genteel surface. But, like Neil Jordan's marginally more successful The End of the Affair, he fails to pull off the trick of depicting the period without lapsing into stiff-lipped, straight-backed mannerisms and creaky lines of dialogue.