Mothering Sunday | Little White Lies

Moth­er­ing Sunday

08 Nov 2021 / Released: 12 Nov 2021

Words by Ella Kemp

Directed by Eva Husson

Starring Josh O’Connor, Odessa Young, and Olivia Colman

Two women in an ornately decorated room, one wearing a floral patterned dress, the other a white blouse.
Two women in an ornately decorated room, one wearing a floral patterned dress, the other a white blouse.
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Anticipation.

Wonderful cast, painful era – fertile ground for something gorgeous.

2

Enjoyment.

Fearless cinematography and direction does not a good film make.

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In Retrospect.

Great gowns, beautiful gowns...

Eva Husson’s Eng­lish-lan­guage debut is a watered down adap­ta­tion of Gra­ham Swift’s epony­mous novel.

Some­where at the heart of Eva Husson’s peri­od dra­ma Moth­er­ing Sun­day is a sto­ry worth telling. The direc­tor makes her Eng­lish-lan­guage debut with an adap­ta­tion of Gra­ham Swift’s 2016 nov­el of the same name – writ­ten for the screen by play­wright Alice Birch – and finds a hand­some, mag­net­ic cast to paint this por­trait of love and loss. Yet there is so lit­tle potent emo­tion or per­son­al­i­ty in the film, as mourn­ful stares and count­less inti­mate scenes look the part but ring com­plete­ly hollow.

Odessa Young ris­es to the occa­sion as Jane Fairchild, who we find both on the epony­mous Spring hol­i­day and again at sev­er­al points in her future. She is an orphaned maid work­ing for Mr and Mrs Niv­en (Col­in Firth and Olivia Col­man who, astound­ing­ly, are com­plete­ly for­get­table) who rel­ish­es a rare day off and decides to make the most of it by vis­it­ing her secret lover Paul Sher­ing­ham (Josh O’Connor), the Nivens’ neigh­bours’ son.

The pair’s inti­mate encoun­ters pro­vide the film’s most strik­ing moments, both because of how fre­quent they are and how close­ly Hus­son lingers on the pair’s naked bod­ies; as much when they are in bed togeth­er as when Jane wan­ders through­out the emp­ty man­sion on her own, bask­ing in the opu­lence of a home she knows inside out with­out ever belong­ing to.

It’s this uncom­pro­mis­ing approach, appar­ent­ly aim­ing for a raw and sen­su­al look at this young woman’s life, which stops Moth­er­ing Sun­day from depict­ing a sto­ry or char­ac­ter with much agency or orig­i­nal­i­ty at all. Jane is a writer, but spends much more time star­ing and wait­ing for things to hap­pen to her rather than telling many sto­ries. It’s frus­trat­ing, too, after hav­ing seen Young deliv­er such an effec­tive­ly incan­des­cent turn as Shirley Jackson’s seduc­tive pro­tégée in Josephine Decker’s sub­ver­sive biopic Shirley.

Hus­son doesn’t exact­ly objec­ti­fy her young stars by film­ing them unclothed so often, but a watery vision with lit­tle to say about the pas­sion or tragedy of being a writer, of escap­ing the shack­les of the world you were born into, or of carv­ing out a new path for your­self, makes such bold choic­es even­tu­al­ly feel a bit queasy. There is care but no con­vic­tion, with half-heart­ed mus­ings on the boys lost to the war (most of the sto­ry takes place on 30 March, 1924) and lat­er reflec­tions on the desta­bil­is­ing and iso­lat­ing nature of grief that hasn’t earned the poignan­cy such usu­al­ly empa­thet­ic actors deserve.

There is pain worth immor­tal­is­ing in the sto­ries of the past, and end­less sad­ness found in a lone­ly woman’s qui­et exis­tence. Yet Moth­er­ing Sun­day fails to look beyond what the out­side world can see, in order to real­ly exca­vate a truth to be remem­bered once the hol­i­day has passed.

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