Tamara Drewe | Little White Lies

Tama­ra Drewe

09 Oct 2010 / Released: 10 Sep 2010

Woman in red top and denim shorts standing near wooden fence in outdoor setting with greenery.
Woman in red top and denim shorts standing near wooden fence in outdoor setting with greenery.
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Anticipation.

Stephen Frears’ eclectic career brings him to the English countryside.

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Enjoyment.

Bright and vital one minute, dark and ambiguous the next. What’s going on here?

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In Retrospect.

Throws up more troubling questions than perhaps the filmmaker intends.

Strip­ping away the daz­zling veneer of sun-dap­pled priv­i­lege, Stephen Frears reveals a world of betray­al, des­per­a­tion, bit­ter­ness and regret.

The bucol­ic splen­dour of rur­al Dorset is under­cut by an off-key note of emo­tion­al vio­lence in Stephen Frears’ Tama­ra Drewe. Based on the com­ic strip by Guardian car­toon­ist Posy Sim­monds, it con­cerns the roman­tic mis­ad­ven­tures of Lon­don jour­nal­ist Tama­ra Drewe (Gem­ma Arter­ton), who is forced to return to the coun­try vil­lage of her roots after the death of her parents.

Her arrival in this insu­lar com­mu­ni­ty – strad­dling a fence in dar­ing­ly low cut den­im shorts – sets tongues wag­ging and hearts flut­ter­ing, as Tama­ra recon­nects with old flame Andy (Luke Evans) and lech­er­ous local nov­el­ist Nicholas Hardi­ment (Roger Allam).

What could have been a straight­for­ward tale of a past revis­it­ed and lost love regained swells grad­u­al­ly but inex­orably into some­thing both grander and more trag­ic. An assig­na­tion with a mas­cara-daubed rock star, and the jeal­ous atten­tion of two bored teenagers cat­a­pults the nar­ra­tive into uncer­tain ter­ri­to­ry, segue­ing from the gen­tle vibe of Eal­ing com­e­dy into the dark­er realm of Peckinpah’s Straw Dogs.

Strip­ping away the daz­zling veneer of sun-dap­pled priv­i­lege, Frears reveals a world of betray­al, des­per­a­tion, bit­ter­ness and regret. Whether it’s Hardiment’s emo­tion­al­ly abu­sive behav­iour towards his cuck­old­ed wife; Andy’s soul­less rela­tion­ship with an itin­er­ant bar­maid; or an unex­pect­ed­ly graph­ic finale, Tama­ra Drewe ruth­less­ly inter­ro­gates the mid­dle-class mores of Lit­tle Eng­land, and find them wanting.

But there is a per­sis­tent prob­lem with the mate­r­i­al, and that is the char­ac­ter of Tama­ra her­self. This sup­pos­ed­ly high-fly­ing career woman spends the entire film flip-flop­ping from one man to the next, des­per­ate­ly seek­ing val­i­da­tion through sex. Her idea of inde­pen­dence is sim­ply to drop one unsuit­able lover for the next – not once does she appear hap­py or secure in her own skin.

Indeed, her pass­port into London’s media elite has noth­ing to do with any great tal­ent for jour­nal­ism, but rather a nose job that trans­formed an awk­ward coun­try girl into a sex­u­al­ly desir­able, and there­fore social­ly accept­able, young woman.

Per­haps Tama­ra is sim­ply there to expose the odi­ous behav­iour of the male char­ac­ters, but then why com­mit the nar­ra­tive own goal of focus­ing on a pas­sive cipher for near­ly two hours? And besides, it’s not just her. Hardiment’s wife Beth (Tam­sin Greig) finds her trag­ic sto­icism point­ed­ly under­mined by Andy’s dec­la­ra­tion that the poor woman needs a man’.

There’s cer­tain­ly noth­ing wrong with the per­for­mances. Gem­ma Arter­ton marks time between block­busters by doing some real act­ing, bring­ing an assured vital­i­ty to our ambigu­ous hero­ine. Luke Evans is all brood­ing mus­cu­lar­i­ty, while Roger Allam steals the show as the dia­bol­i­cal Hardiment.

It’s just that it’s dif­fi­cult to rec­on­cile the film’s fluc­tu­at­ing tones. At its best, Tama­ra Drewe encap­su­lates a sense of dead­en­ing small-town anomie. The ques­tion is how seri­ous­ly we are meant, or able, to take it.

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