David Jenkins


Spencer – first-look review

Kristen Stewart excels in this psychological portrait of Princess Diana, but a heavy-handed script lets things down.

With films such as Tony Manero and Post Mortem, Chilean filmmaker Pablo Larraín has made a name for himself as a purveyor of bleak surveys of life under dictatorship conditions that foreground terror, oppression and sudden violence.

With Spencer, his strange psychological fable about the late Diana Spencer over an especially tense Christmas season at the royal Sandringham estate, he presents the British monarchy as a daffy totalitarian enclave, steeped in traditions which only serve to extend their old world shelf life and filter them out from the plebs. It is an understatement to say that many living royals – including the current regent – do not come off well in this film.

The little white mouse in the maze of inhumane heritage thinking is Kristen Stewart’s perfectly-accented and effortlessly glamorous Diana, and the film charts her various strained attempts to break free of these stifling conditions. There are wicked whispers that she has “cracked”, and even the curtains have been sewn shut to stop the paparazzi from spying on her. The placement of a biography of Anne Boleyn by her bedside leads to spectral visions of the beheaded damsel, and the film asks us to question whether Diana’s frayed mindset is justified under the circumstances.

The script by Steven Knight is problematic from the get-go, packed with lots of winking pop psychology and on-the-nose portent, and clearly written with future tragedy in mind. Its main infraction, though, is that it is often witless and banal, leaving Larraín and the actors to heroically milk the drama from a string of interactions that are either overstuffed with “meaning”, or just deathly dull.

“On paper Stewart seemed like an eccentric casting choice, yet she slinks into the material with grace and ease.”

The notion that Diana harboured a not-so-secret desire for middle class normalcy and was driven to madness by so much pomp, pageantry and silent abuse is not exactly a new revelation. And yet the film operates as if it has stumbled onto box-fresh insights, which in turn leaves you waiting to discover what the real take is. And it never comes.

Unlike the maelstrom of emotions in Larraín’s previous, and similarly-calibrated celebrity portrait pic, Jackie, this one is slower, linear and more austere, better to fit the genteel and regimented-to-death context of a Yuletide with Her Majesty. On paper Stewart seemed like an eccentric casting choice, yet she slinks into the material with grace and ease, and her trademark arsenal of half-met glares and anxiety-dashed grimaces perfectly express her desperate yearning to be free of prettified toff prison. Her interactions with Sally Hawkins’ bowl-cutted personal dresser, Maggie, are an obvious highlight.

The film recalls both Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette, in its elegantly decked-out dissection of cloistered entitlement, and Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, in its depiction of a person being driven stir crazy by her claustrophobic surroundings (as well as being bullied by her husband). The latter comparison is emphasised by Jonny Greenwood’s brilliant but sometimes heavy-handed score which deftly combines prim, dinnertime minuettes with clanging atonal dirges.

Spencer is a sad and hopeless film, and it shows the point where Diana can now see through the platitudes that have helped her survive so far. It’s also hard to truly understand the nature of Diana’s tragic meltdown without first knowing that she was once happy – something that the film purposely omits. There are some moments of euphoric release in the latter stages, a little like when Marilyn Chambers escapes the Leatherface house at the end of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, but again, the feel like grist to tragedy porn mill, written only with heartbreaking hindsight in mind.

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Published 3 Sep 2021

Tags: Diana Spencer Kristen Stewart Pablo Larraín Princess Diana Spencer Venice Film Festival

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