Colette | Little White Lies

Colette

08 Jan 2019 / Released: 09 Jan 2019

Words by Beth Webb

Directed by Wash Westmoreland

Starring Dominic West, Fiona Shaw, and Keira Knightley

Victorian woman in black dress and hat standing in opulent room with woman in background.
Victorian woman in black dress and hat standing in opulent room with woman in background.
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Anticipation.

Looks very conventional, but you can never have too many stories about female pioneers.

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Enjoyment.

Yep, this is definitely a conventional film about a female pioneer.

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In Retrospect.

A dutiful biopic of a fascinating woman that should have taken itself less seriously.

Keira Knight­ley plays the epony­mous French author in a biopic which doesn’t match the imag­i­na­tion of its subject.

Roman­tic cre­ative part­ner­ships by film law are a ter­ri­ble idea. To look back to the begin­ning of 2017 alone, we’ve had films like The Wife, Cold War and Pro­fes­sor Marston and the Won­der Women which have all depict­ed col­lab­o­ra­tive suc­cess at the price of jeal­ousy, oppres­sion and ridicule. Dis­as­trous for those involved, scin­til­lat­ing to those watch­ing, things always falls apart.

Keira Knight­ley stars in this his­tor­i­cal biopic helmed by Still Alice writer/​director Wash West­more­land, and it is yet anoth­er exam­ple of a mar­riage soured by artis­tic dif­fer­ences. Set in Paris in the ear­ly 1900s, it tells the sto­ry of famed French author Gabrielle Sidonie Colette (Knight­ley) and her tur­bu­lent rela­tion­ship with Hen­ry Willy” Gau­thi­er-Vil­lars (Dominic West).

It was a dark but nec­es­sary peri­od for Colette, who used her husband’s per­son­al brand as a mod­er­ate­ly suc­cess­ful author to stomp cracks in the sur­round­ing patri­archy, first through ghost-writ­ing his books, then through mak­ing her own work as a writer and per­former. She is the def­i­n­i­tion of a trail­blaz­er, so it’s a shame that this feels like much too such a safe role for Knight­ley. Her indig­na­tion is effort­less and her charis­ma unde­ni­able, but these are old tools tak­en from a box she’s been dip­ping into for a decade.

Her case isn’t helped by West deliv­er­ing one of his bright­est per­for­mances to date as Willy, play­ing the char­la­tan writer with a charm to which it’s dif­fi­cult not to suc­cumb. He even breaks wind in a way that’s prob­lem­at­i­cal­ly becom­ing. Colette is a film with good inten­tions, and it cer­tain­ly takes pains to give a round­ed account of the author’s aus­pi­cious ori­gins, but sac­ri­fices any fun in the process.

With The Favourites punk aes­thet­ic and Mary Queen of Scots’ big the­atrics, there’s def­i­nite­ly more scope to paint out­side the lines with this new vein of female-focused biopics. This film would ben­e­fit by tak­ing notes from its sub­ject and doing the same thing.

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