Brideshead Relinquished

brideshead-revised.jpgThe big-screen adaptation of “Brideshead Revisited” opens July 25 in the US. “The Passionate Spectator” columnist Robert Sacheli recently attended a press screening. The following are his thoughts on the film, as well as the charges of sacrilege leveled by fans of the 1981 Granada Television version.

Outrage against cultural debasement becomes a dandy as much as a good pair of white summer flannels, but the new film adaptation of “Brideshead Revisited” has stirred up a level of feverish emotion ill suiting the man of bemused detachment.

Why has the film hit so many exquisitely sensitive nerves? Perhaps because revisiting “Brideshead” in 2008 is less a threat to the cultural legacies of Evelyn Waugh or Granada Television than it is to our own memories of the 1981 series and the role it holds in our lives.

My own sacred and sometimes profanely silly “Brideshead” connections reach back to high school. Despite the questionable erotic themes — and possibly more problematic, the Jesuit bias — the Brothers of Holy Cross judged “Brideshead Revisited” to merit a place on our summer reading list as we headed into junior year. I’m now deeply ashamed that a hasty late-August skim through the novel left no lasting impression except for its cover illustration, a floridly rendered version of the Brideshead fountain with a pair of male and female figures ominously dwarfed by its sculptural glories.

The now-legendary television series, though, was quite another story. I was as guilty of being a “Brideshead”-head as the next impressionable fellow in the early ’80s. I had an English friend record my answering machine greeting with the series theme swelling in the background. Spellings such as “emphasised” spilled from my fountain pen. I admit to have spoken the phrases “unused to wine” and “would your friend care to rumba?” in actual conversations.

In short, I joined a brotherhood of millions who happily fell for a seductive vision of inter-war England as filtered through the lens of Thatcherism. With that memorable baroque trumpet theme echoing in our imaginations, we daydreamed about cricket sweaters, plover’s eggs, and perpetually indulgent nannies.

Yes, we thought, this is when and how we deserved to have lived.

Burnished in our affection by repeated DVD marathons, “Brideshead” was a comforting return to our youth — or at least the imaginary version we’d assembled from Waugh’s seductive characters and the glow of high-level art direction.

So it’s understandable that there might be reluctance towards Brideshead II. Better to boycott the local cineplex with a wearily dismissive attitude.

Sorry to spoil your fun, but this version of “Brideshead” is neither a desecration nor a disaster. Rather it’s a refocused approach to the novel’s story and characters — a necessary step when adapting any work of literature for the screen.

A handful of the changes wrung on it by director Julian Jarrold and screenwriters Andrew Davies and Jeremy Brock may come off as questionable or overstated, but it’s a generally reverent and respectable piece of work, and it’s unfailingly handsomely designed and shot. Think of the television series as grand opera and the film as chamber music, a set of more intimately scaled variations on a heroic theme.


The most astute choice on the part of the moviemakers was casting several major characters with performers far removed physically and temperamentally from their TV-series counterparts. Dark-haired Hayley Atwell has a ripe physicality that makes Julia’s allure both softly flirtatious and aggressively direct. Julia Quick had the luxury of gradually unveiling the passion simmering just below her character’s silken, aristocratic reserve; Artwell’s flapper hasn’t the time for coyness.

Ben Wishaw is dark, slight and nearly elfin, not a golden boy like Anthony Andrews. His fragile, floppy-haired Sebastian comes off as far more damaged by his inherited and self-inflicted demons. Though perhaps less interesting in the earlier parts of the story, it’s an interpretation that pays off later. Where Andrews crumbled into a grandly wrecked wastrel, Wishaw conveys a moving near-serenity in his final exile among the Moroccan monks.

Matthew Goode has the right opacity for the initially wide-eyed Charles, and though his voiceovers often recall the controlled cadences of Jeremy Irons, he taps into a deeper vein of sensuality than his predecessor. The film’s rumored emphasis on homoeroticism turns out to be a few playful bathroom shots and a rather decorative kiss; fans expecting a threeway with Aloysius will be disappointed.

Jonathan Cake (a more perfect Waugh name would be hard to imagine) makes Rex less a bumbling provincial than a man who pointedly deploys his energetic vulgarity against an aristocracy he’ll usurp with his money and ambition.

The wonderfully pompous Boy Mulcaster appears in a single scene at Sebastian’s Oxford luncheon party. Joseph Beattie’s Anthony Blanche frustratingly flits out of the action for great stretches (and, oddly, is assigned to deliver a variation on the famous “twitch upon the thread” line). Ed Stoppard brings an appropriate young fogeyish stiffness to Lord Brideshead, though we’re never allowed to see much beyond that single dimension. We do get a brief, hilariously telling glimpse of Bridey’s humble matchbox collection amid the baronial bric-a-brac.

The screenplay finds its focus in the sins committed in the guise of familial love, and it’s the players who portray the older generation who come to dominate the movie. Emma Thompson, wearing her steel-gray hair as if it were a royal tiara, suggests a note of desperation beneath Lady Marchmain’s armor of piety and manipulativeness. Michael Gambon taps into the veiled Byronic swagger that Waugh ascribes to Lord Marchmain’s appetites and anger. Instead of Gielgud’s delightful old loon, Patrick Malahide brings out the malevolence in Ned Ryder’s obliviousness, underscoring the emotional lure of the Marchmain clan for poor Charles.

Will some viewers be disappointed that this is not their cherished vision of “Brideshead”? Certainly. But then again, the strength of that that personal vision certainly ought to endure assaults more egregious than a commercial film.

As for me, I finally made it to Brideshead. My pilgrimage to Castle Howard took place more than a decade after I’d first seen the series, and though it was my first visit it had a the feeling of a return. The rooms, the art and the grounds — particularly the fountain — were suitably impressive when liberated from the proportions of a television screen. But part of me was strangely let down. I expected a gift shop stocked with Fair Isle pullovers and antique stud boxes. I found teddy-bear key chains, refrigerator magnets and frisbees. In the end, it didn’t matter. I still had my memories of “Brideshead,” distilled as they were through Evelyn Waugh and Charles Ryder and Jeremy Irons.

But now I had my own remembrance of the place to add to them. I also had something more, a powerful talisman of memory that neither the story’s author nor his characters could have imagined.

I had the refrigerator magnet.

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10 Responses to “Brideshead Relinquished”

  1. The New Edwardian Says:

    Although I am a fan of Aloysius I am thankful to hear there will be no kinky three-way involving him. Regardless, I’ll be seeing this film possibly on its first day’s release just for the fact of its period setting. I love almost any period film which has the roaring 20’s as a backdrop. I only wish someone would do a film situated in that brilliant epoch of the Weimar Republic. Now there was the Roaring 20’s on mescaline and a subject worthy of a cinematic story, but “Brideshead” will due for the moment. I can’t wait to see it and in fact I think I’ll go put the 1981 version on now just to get in the mood. Nice write up on the film.

  2. Laguna Beach Trad Says:

    Lovely essay. Although, part of me suspects “refocused approach” is just a polite way of saying, it’s shit. Still, I will probably see the film. If it’s any good, I shall celebrate with a bottle of vintage claret. If it disappoints, I shall drinke two.

  3. scott Says:

    I never watched the original, nor have I read the book, so I’m excited to see the film and know it will be great. I am already a fan of the lead’s work from Match Point, and like some of the other actors.

    Thanks for the helpful review.
    I’ll try to get me one of them key chains and maybe a jigger or two for the cullecshun

  4. Ferrando Says:

    Never seen the original? How, then, did you manage to pass the Brideshead IQ section of your admissions interview for membership in the Forum?

    Actually, Scott, I think not having a familiarity with the television series will allow you to view the movie strictly on its own terms, without the ghosts of Irons, Andrews, and the whole 1981 cast hovering around your popcorn bucket. I’ll be eager to hear how someone approaching the story for the first time reacts and whether it will lead you to explore the novel and the series.

    And Trad, I think you’ll need to bring up only in a single bottle of claret from the wine cellar.

  5. Laguna Beach Trad Says:

    Ferrando ~ I’ve instructed my man Jenkins to keep a spare bottle at the ready, just in case. My problem is, I just do not find attractive any of the actors in the latest Brideshead film. I guess that makes me a snob. I’m attracted to beautiful people.

  6. Christian Says:

    This guy is such a poser he makes “Lord Whimsy” look “authentic.”

    In this post, he admits:

    I’ve never heard of “Brideshead Revisited” the miniseries
    I’ve never heard of the novel
    I’ve probably never heard of Evelyn Waugh

    But that’s not going to stop me from blogging about it!

  7. JES Says:

    I just couldn’t get past Emma Thomson. She’s seems so middle-class playing grand.

  8. A Rebours Says:

    It’s interesting that you say that JES, because in the book, that’s exactly what Lady Marchmain is. She says that when she was a girl she was comparatively poor, and then when she married she became very rich. So in a sense, Lady Marchmain should symbolize an uneasy bourgeois amidst grandeur.

  9. Sir BG Wooloford III Says:

    Dear Gentleman,I am ready to critique an examine criticism on one of the greatest films ever made. The
    Brideshead film made in 1981 is a core study of our class. If any of you feeble minded people believe the 2008 Bridsehead revisted can stand as an equal of the original, then you are not of the better class.

  10. John M. Gilheany Says:

    A truly delightful read ~ not that it would really induce those enchanted by Anthony Andrews’ portrayal of ‘Lord Sebastian’ to settle for much else, I shouldn’t suppose …

    I must return to the novel again; nudged aside by Noel Coward and Quentin Crisp of late; a shared era with so many facets it seems.

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