Friday, 28 September 2012

Hope Springs


Directed by David Frankel, written by Vanessa Taylor, with Meryl Streep, Tommy Lee Jones and Steve Carrell.   99 minutes. 

I first saw Meryl Streep,  before her film career started,  in a TV programme  about Joe Papp’s Central Park production of  The Taming of The Shrew.    As Katherine she leapt off the screen.     My wife and I asked each other who is this woman?    We soon found out.   Since then she has often played or impersonated  well known fictional characters or well known real people fictionalised, from The French Lieutenant’s Woman, through Sophie’s Choice, to Karen Blixen and Karen Silkwood,  Lindi Chamberlain in A Cry in The Dark, in The Devil  Wears Prada and The  Iron Lady .   So it is unusual to see her playing a suburban housewife in a simple domestic romantic comedy.    It is also unusual to see a film carried by two actors in their sixties.       It is very unusual for late middle-aged sex to be portrayed on screen.    And when did we see Steve Carrel in a non-comic role?     Hope Springs is an unusual film because it displays all four distinguishing marks.   I think it is a quietly distinguished film – and thoroughly enjoyable.  

Kay and Arnold  (Streep and Jones) have been married for 31 years.   They met at University where he taught and she studied accountancy.     They have two grown up children and live a middle-income suburban life.  They have slept in separate bedrooms   for four years since Arnold hurt his back and found the single bed more comfortable.    Kay doesn’t mind that too much, as he snores.  They have not had sex for four years.   Kay does mind that.   It is not the sex she misses most but the intimacy; the simple physical evidence of still being loved by the man she loves.    So one day she invests in a week of ‘intensive couples therapy’ with Dr Feld, (Carrell).   

Arnold tells her she can go,  on her own.   When he does join her he grumbles and expostulates and pours scorn on the Doctor and his processes and  intimacy ‘exercises’.     But eventually they do begin to talk.   Watching Meryl Streep’s character listening to Arnold when he reluctantly shares his own sexual fantasies is a lesson in understated reactive comic acting.    Watching Tommy Lee Jones’s character as he slowly realizes what is at stake - his marriage -  and moves beyond his fear and anger into attempted courtship is a lesson in  emotional truthfulness.   Arnold is a strong, determined, tired man who has worked  hard for 30 years to support his married life.  Now he has to realize how precious that marriage is to him and summon up the energy to save it.   

Watching the two of them as they fumble and fail, fumble and fail again, until eventually they fumble and fail better, is a subtle, funny, charming and sometimes moving experience.    Only one episode on their emotional and sexual odyssey seemed to me misjudged.   Of course ultimately there is both sexual and marital healing.   But somehow, thankfully,  that resolution  never felt inevitable.    

I wonder if any couples will find watching this evidence that ‘the truth will set you free’  encourages their own intimate truth telling.   It is not about sex, but affection and intimacy.   Maybe it will, because it seems to be a very honest film, with truthful acting,  carefully written,  photographed, edited, scored, designed, dressed and directed.   I don’t expect any Oscar nominations for this film, but I don’t expect to see any better acting this year either.    And how nice it is to see Elizabeth Shue back on screen,  albeit  in a very minor role.   And Steve Carrell being straight.   At 99 minutes Hope Springs never outstayed its welcome.

Bob Vernon.