Having had to spend time at home in the weekends, I have been having a bit of a Jamesian moment. More accurately, a Henry James on Film moment. Perversely, given that hardly any film adaptation is an improvement on the book, I make it a point of collecting DVDs of films based on books. Watching James back to back, as I did, can be faintly disorienting if you are confined to the house - you almost walk out expecting carriages and bonnets on the streets.
I couldn't quite decide what to make of Jane Campion's adaptation of "The Portrait of a Lady". It is not Henry James but that is hardly a disqualification. The point is to take liberties with the text. But Campion's visual and ideological signature is so strong, if muddled, that eventually what we see is a Campion film that seems to have a tenuous connection with James at best. It strays so far from anything Jamesian that really only the kernel of the story is left. Even watched purely as a Campion film, it is somewhat wanting, you never quite engage with it in the way you did some of her previous films. Like all Campion films, it has a strong undercurrent of the violence implicit in a romantic relationship (by this I mean that is possible but not necessarily inevitable or desired) - she does seem to be drawn to the theme. Apart from some strong performances from the actors who play Madame Merle and Isabel Archer's cousin, all it really has going for it is Campion's absolute command over the images she chooses to put on screen.
Wings of the Dove is universally held to be one of the better adaptations of "unfilmable" James and it doesn't disappoint. It admirably manages the tightrope of paying homage to the source material and yet making the film its own beast. Its helped along by its cinematography (less ostentatious than Campion's), a pitch perfect performance from Helena Bonham Carter and the general structure and intelligence of the film. Lots of money, sex, deceit (few novels are little else but these seem to be constants in James) and also one of James' innocents in Millie Theale and the faint possibility of redemption through someone like her. Which brings me to the last of the movies and another of James' innocents - Catherine Sloper in Washington Square. This movie is fairly faithful to the book apart from a few changes, especially the ending. But its also a bit uneven and at times a bit broad in its depiction of characters (though this is after all an early James novel and not as elliptical as the later ones). Still, at the end of the film I felt I had made more of an emotional investment in this film than the rest, you feel for Catherine Sloper. Inspite of a few false notes, Jennifer Jason Leigh is effective in doing this. And I don't care how inauthentic Tu Chiami Una Vita is for the period - its still charming on film :-).
PS: Writing this I realised that all films seemed to have been made at the same time (96-97).
