The Constant Gardener
– rated – SIMMERING
I came to this film not expecting much. That's
often the best way to come to a film, and I enjoyed this film more than
I expected to. But then, it has Ralph Fiennes, and he is almost
always interesting.
Ths film is about an unusual relationship, and it is viewed from the
end of the relationship, but flashing back and forward to fill in the
pieces of the puzzle of that relationship. They are an odd match,
Justin Quayle (good name!) beautifully played by Fiennes, and his wife
Tessa, also well-played by Rachel Weisz. Their physical
relationship comes on quickly, but clearly they are intellectual equals
as well. There's a very unusual, but excellent & inventive
lovemaking scene. You see all sorts of angles and odd bits of their
bodies – and then that is juxtapoised with horrific pictures of
burned bodies. It's very effective, if a bit disturbing.
The film always looks great – apart from the jukmpy hand-held camera,
which is over-used. It works for some of the film, bit it is
notably inappropriate in a scne that takes place on a green of a golf
course where people are clamly putting and the camera jumps all over
the place! However, the colors are great: washed out but primary.
It's an unusual film where Quayle falls in love with his wife all over
again after her death. It is poignant, well-acted, and the tale
is well-told. I understand it is quite different in tone from the
book, which mostly takes place in Britain. And in the second half
of the film, when the story moves to Europe, the film does takes on
quite a different look and feel. It is then we get to know Bill
Nighy's wonderfully villainous character, a stand-out in an
excellent supporting cast that includes Pete Postlethwaite, Danny
Huston, and Hubert Kounde.
Some have remarked that they don't "get" Ralph Fiennes playing an
action hero. A comment like that shows that you don't "get" Le
Carré's characters. The whole point about this film is
that there comes a tie when we all have a choice to take action or to
let sleepoing dogs lie. That's the choice Justin Quayle makes, in
honour of his tenacious and courageous wife.