Far from the Madding Crowd movie review: a woman’s choices

Far from the Madding Crowd green light

Ridiculously romantic in all the best ways, and more modern, more progressive, and even just plain more grownup that half the movies thrown at us today.
I’m “biast” (pro): love the cast; desperate for stories about women

I’m “biast” (con): nothing

I have read the source material (but not since high school and have no strong memory of it)

(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)

The novel it’s based on is a century and a half old, and it opens with a mad-sheepdog accident, of all the crazy rural old-fashioned things, but this new cinematic adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd is more modern, more progressive, and even just plain more grownup that half the movies thrown at us in our stodgy convention-bound movie landscape. And it’s not always modern in positive ways! The challenges faced by its female protagonist as she navigates a man’s professional realm and the assholery she encounters as she navigates a woman’s romantic options are barely distinguishable from what women are still putting up with today.

I haven’t read Hardy’s book since high school, and I remember so little of it that the plot twists here came as surprises, so it’s possible that screenwriter David Nicholls (Great Expectations, One Day) and director Thomas Vinterberg (The Hunt) have fudged some of the details a little to make their film more relevant to today’s audiences. If so, that’s okay. It’s great, in fact. The bones of the story remain the same, and even before this movie appeared, Bathsheba Everdene was smart, brave, and independent enough to inspire Suzanne Collins to name her Hunger Games protagonist after her.

Here, Bathsheba is a marvelous free spirit embodied with verve and passion and steely courage by Carey Mulligan (Inside Llewyn Davis, The Great Gatsby). She races her horse across the moors of Wessex — Hardy’s fictionalization of the rural English county of Dorset — riding astraddle in a most unladylike yet most practical manner. She wears a cool leather jacket and “intend[s] to astonish” the workers at her uncle’s farming estate, which she has just inherited and will run as if she were a man, even though it is the female-unfriendly Victorian 1870s. She is positively dripping in handsome suitors: Gabriel Oak (Matthias Schoenaerts: A Little Chaos, Suite Française), a shepherd on her farm; William Boldwood (Michael Sheen: Kill the Messenger, Admission), the wealthy landowner next door; and Sergeant Francis Troy (Tom Sturridge: On the Road, Pirate Radio), whose rakish mustache and red uniform and swordplay skills would make Lydia Bennet swoon.

Although Bathsheba says things like “I’m too independent” when turning down proposals of marriage, and that she wants a husband who will “tame” her, it’s pretty clear that she doesn’t really want any husband at all, at least not one in the Victorian understanding of what a woman could expect from a marriage: to be subjugated to her husband, to be required to defer to him in all things. She wants an equal partner in her life and her business! She cannot be wooed by offering her presents — you cannot buy or bribe a woman with her own money and resources — and perhaps she can afford to be silly in her choice, and chose the man she wants rather than the one who would make the most advantageous match. She can make her decision out of desire, and not out of pragmatic need.

Bathsheba isn’t perfect, which is what makes her so intriguing. She makes some stupid mistakes — some out of stubborn pride, some of out of boneheaded thoughtlessness — but everything she does or doesn’t do is a factor of her work (running the estate), work she loves, being her life: any romantic entanglements will necessarily impact that and have to become part of it. Which is awesome. Women’s lives are complicated! This is more than most movies today are interested in dealing with or even acknowledging.

But this isn’t a messagey film: it’s a ridiculously romantic one in all the best ways, from the gorgeous landscapes to the sweeping emotions to the soap-opera-ish melodrama. It’s fun! And it’s sexy in a way that most movie nowadays can’t be bothered with, either. The only physical intimacy here is a supersexy kiss at the end, when Bathsheba finally ends up with the Right Guy, and it is hotter than anything I’ve seen onscreen in ages. Sexy here isn’t naked bodies, but bared hearts.

See also my #WhereAreTheWomen rating of Far from the Madding Crowd for its representation of girls and women.

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