Moore, and Less

Julianne is radiant, but Todd Haynes' 1950s homage seems pointless

Writer/director Todd Haynes' loving re-creation of a 1950s-style Hollywood melodrama (think Douglas Sirk) is a puzzling affair. Watching Far From Heaven is like taking a trip back in time -- not to the real world of 1957 but, rather, to the reel '50s, as personified by such classic "women's films" as All That Heaven Allows and Written on the Wind. Haynes' homage is to a film genre, and while he has caught the look and feel of those Technicolor, wide-screen weepies just about perfectly, the viewer is left wondering to what end he has done so.

The film is set in an upper-middle-class suburb of Hartford, Conn., where manicured lawns, perfectly accessorized houses, and fashionably attired homemakers bespeak privilege, contentment, and conformity. Cathy Whitaker (an impeccable Julianne Moore) is the exemplary '50s housewife and mother: beautiful, modestly stylish, happily married to a successful sales executive, active in civic organizations, and wonderful at hostessing parties. Suddenly, without warning, Cathy's well-ordered life is thrown into turmoil when she discovers her husband, Frank (Dennis Quaid), in the arms of ... a man.

Unable to confide even in her best friend Eleanor (Patricia Clarkson), Cathy bravely carries on, masking her hurt and confusion and gallantly maintaining the pretense of a perfect life. Adding to her woes, she finds that her budding friendship with her black gardener, Raymond (Dennis Haysbert), has roused the disdain and disapproval of her smug, white social circle. Good heavens, what would Jane Wyman have done?

What Lies Beneath: Julianne Moore plays it straight as 
an impeccable '50s housewife and mother whose life 
turns upside down.
David Lee
What Lies Beneath: Julianne Moore plays it straight as an impeccable '50s housewife and mother whose life turns upside down.
What Lies Beneath: Julianne Moore plays it straight as 
an impeccable '50s housewife and mother whose life 
turns upside down.
David Lee
What Lies Beneath: Julianne Moore plays it straight as an impeccable '50s housewife and mother whose life turns upside down.

The question is not inappropriate, given that Haynes (Velvet Goldmine, Safe) openly acknowledges that his latest feature is not only a throwback to the glossy Hollywood melodramas of yesteryear but an actual "homage." Indeed, from its opening shot of burnt-orange autumn leaves -- the camera drifting through the treetops until it settles on a busy, slightly disembodied Hartford street below -- Far From Heaven is an unparalleled visual re-creation, a cinematic doppelgänger if ever there was one.

In terms of framing, composition, color, light and shadow, camera movement, musical score, and costume, Haynes and his talented production team -- cinematographer Ed Lachman, production designer Mark Friedberg, costume designer Sandy Powell, and composer Elmer Bernstein -- have nailed the genre. We see Moore sitting at the wheel of her car against a blue-screened backdrop of passing roadside scenery; we hear the studied pauses and cadenced speech patterns that reveal inner turmoil and repressed emotions; we witness the almost campy expressions of shock and disapproval that greet Cathy when she tries to strike up a friendship with her gardener (the hired help and the race card all rolled into one).

Some people may be tempted to titter at these excesses, but Haynes is playing it absolutely straight. This is no campy rendition of a '50s-era melodrama, any more than the original films were intended to elicit laughter. (It still boggles the mind that anyone could take Dorothy Malone's over-the-top performance as a trampy rich girl in Written on the Wind seriously, yet the role brought her an Academy Award as Best Supporting Actress.)

The cast probably had a blast studying their midcentury counterparts. While most of the actors range from serviceable to good, only Julianne Moore and Viola Davis, in the small role of the Whitakers' black maid, excel. Moore doesn't make one false move as Cathy. Smiling through her tears, she really is the embodiment of a certain kind of womanhood of that decade.

The question that keeps nagging at the viewer, however, is why did Haynes make this picture? Was it intended strictly as a tribute to Sirk-style melodrama, or is he trying to draw a parallel between society as it was and society as it is? Bigotry, hypocrisy, and complacency remain as American as apple pie, but if Haynes intended the film as a critique or social commentary, why not set the story in contemporary times? It certainly would have had more impact.

If the point was to update the genre -- race and class were permissible issues for screen consideration back then, while homosexuality was not -- why not beef up what essentially fritters away to little more than a plot device? As it stands, Cathy is rejected by her social circle because of her relationship with her gardener. We don't see her being shunned or gossiped about because of Frank's "secret" or the resulting divorce. Making that a bigger component of the story might have added weight and helped the film dramatically.

In the end, Far From Heaven feels more like a mere exercise, as if Haynes just wanted to see if he could pull it off. In many ways, of course, he succeeds in this endeavor. If you entered the theater not knowing what you were about to see, you'd swear you were watching a film actually made 50 years ago. The visual presentation is that convincing -- and not many movies can make that claim. Dramatically, however, it falls short. When all is said and done, Far From Heaven proves an easier film to appreciate than to embrace emotionally. It fails the test of being, in the descriptive phrase of Pauline Kael, "compulsively watchable."

 
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