Half of Atonement is a great tragic romance set on a sizable English estate on the eve of World War II. Poor little rich girl Cecilia Tannis (Keira Knightley, lean of body and full of lip) briefly consummates a love affair with sweet-faced son-of-a-groundskeeper Robbie Turner (James McAvoy, coming on as a cross between Brendan Fraser and a more boyish Russell Crowe) as Briony, Cecilia’s teenaged sister (Saoirse Ronan, with pinched, choirgirlesque good looks) watches, appalled and uncomprehending. The other half of Atonement comprises a highly routine men-at-war effort that follows a trio of soldiers trying to make their way out of occupied France during the Dunkirk evacuation as well as narrative bits showing the Tallis sisters (Briony is now played by Romola Garai), now nurses, tending to wounded soldiers.

I haven’t actually read the novel this is based on, but I have read enough Ian McEwan to surmise that what’s most compelling about his fiction is the way his prose gets inside the heads of his characters (and, not coincidentally, inside the heads of his readers) — a quality of fiction writing that’s often difficult to translate into film, with its broad strokes and relatively crude visual symbols. On the evidence of his lively 2005 adaptation of Pride & Prejudice, Joe Wright is a smart and talented director, but here he founders. In an attempt to amplify Robbie’s experiences as a soldier, Wright first stages the aftermath of a random atrocity for Robbie to stumble across (the bodies of a dozen or so schoolgirls are laid out in the grass with bullet wounds in each of their heads) and then cranks up a huge, single-take tracking shot on the Dunkirk beach — heartbreakingly close to those white cliffs of Dover — where hundreds of thousands of soldiers are gathered to wait for transport across the channel and home. It’s a well-staged spectacle and a tremendous technical accomplishment that’s completely out of place in this heretofore-intimate drama. (I was just gaping at the screen, thinking, “Christ, that must have been expensive.”)

By then, I was already missing Cecilia, but the problem is compounded as we leave Robbie, too — he’s asleep on the floor awaiting the next morning’s rescue operations — and alight again on Briony, whose story Atonement has become — because the girlish Briony’s fruitful imagination and sense of righteousness culminated in the telling of a terrible lie that separated Cecilia and Robbie, she’s now doing penance by caring for the casualties of a war that she essentially condemned Robbie to fight. (It’s complicated.) Screenwriter Christopher Hampton has conveyed Briony’s character arc effectively enough — a head nurse reprimands Nurse Tallis for sharing her full name with a patient, declaring “There is no Briony” — foregrounding the character’s helpless sense of guilt and her desire to find some way to atone for her actions. But the misery on screen is ultimately as arbitrary and familiar as Robbie’s wartime drama. (When a heavily bandaged soldier asks Briony if she might not mind rewrapping his wounded head, is there any doubt the loosened dressing will reveal a gaping hole in his skull?)

It’s at about this point that Briony essentially becomes the story’s narrator, a strategy that must make more sense in literature than in the cinema, where working in anything but the omniscient third person becomes somewhat tricky business due in part to the specifically third-person nature of camerawork itself. Atonement ends up doling out its emotional climax twice: first in a scene where Briony finally confronts Cecilia and Robbie both, begging their forgiveness and seeking to make things right; and then again in a dramatic flash-forward to an aged Briony (Vanessa Redgrave), giving a television interview on the occasion of her autobiographical 21st published novel — the story of which, we learn, is the movie that we’ve been watching. There’s a bit of trickery here that must have worked better on paper, where McEwan had a chance to massage his language and distract the reader from certain suspicious elisions in the narrative until the time came for the big reveal. On film, the gambit is at first only confusing, but as the story comes to a close it’s downright disorienting — an intellectual understanding of the story is clarified at the expense of any emotional connection to the characters on screen, who are suddenly reduced in stature to secondary creations.

The idea, I think, is that the intellectual becomes the emotional — that only now that the crushing, despairing guilt Briony lived with into old age can be imagined does the interior horror of the story become apparent — but what happens instead is oddly distancing. The film’s final image is a picture-postcard shot that should become devastating, but instead seems only emblematic of a story that’s been spun out into layers of abstraction. I missed Cecilia and Robbie both; walking out of the theater, I felt that their story had been taken away from me and another substituted in its place. It’s an odd feeling for a movie to leave you with — and not an unchallenging one — but it’s not remotely satisfying. B-

Update: I realize that I worked so hard at articulating what didn’t work that I forgot to enumerate the many things that Atonement does right, at least in its first 45 minutes or so. James McAvoy has a great, gentle face and soulful eyes that make you root for his happiness. (I liked him much better in this than in The Last King of Scotland, where he was hobbled by having to play second fiddle to a scenery-chewing actor playing a much more interesting character.) I’m not entirely sold on Keira Knightley as a world-class thespian, but she has an elegant, fragile screen presence that’s used to great effect here, especially in close-ups where D.P. Seamus McGarvey accentuates her sharp gaze and voluptuous lips. The mood is enhanced by a driving, insinuating piano score by Dario Marianelli (his more fully orchestrated themes are pretty compelling, as well). As the young Briony Tallis, Saoirse Ronan is a beautiful girl, but awkward enough to portray the girl’s sexual and emotional confusion, which become essential to everything that follows. Director Joe Wright stages his lovers’ encounters at the fountain and in the library with care, sensitivity, and an eye for the erotic. I especially remember the dark, rich colors in the dim library, and the way Knightley and McAvoy’s bodies are aranged in the frame in a way that suggests their unfamiliar passion as much as it does the kind of insectile coupling that could so startle young Briony. It’s not exactly groundbreaking work, but I welcomed its easy sensuality.

Directed by Joe Wright
Written by Chrisopher Hampton
from the novel by Ian McEwan
Cinematography by Seamus McGarvey
Edited by Paul Tothill
Music by Dario Marianelli
Starring James McAvoy and Keira Knightley

UK/France, 2007

Screened 12/07/07 at Regal Union Square 14, New York, NY
Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

3 Replies to “Atonement”

  1. I liked the movie a bit more than you, and found myself saddened that their love did not have a chance to have a life of their own. I disagree that the war scene was out of place, it’s entirely necessary for the understanding of the horror of war, without any bombs going off, or people being shot. It’s like the English Patient, with the war as context, and the love story a victim, also like in Miss Saigon.

    P.S. Their last name is TALLIS, not tannis.

  2. Hey, thanks for the correction. I’ve made the change to the text. Obviously I was thinking of tannis root, for some reason and made the mental switch. (Rates high on my list of odd verbal blunders.)

    I thought the business about the war — as it was depicted in the film — just felt awkward. Banal stuff, and the long tracking shot on the beach just drew attention to the staginess of the whole thing for me. But yes, I was sad that our lovers couldn’t enjoy the happiness the opening of the film seemed to promise — and part of the reason the war scenes didn’t grab me was because I missed the love story, which had really started to work.

    I think there were sections of Ian McEwan’s novel that director Joe Wright was really good at adapting, and bits that he wasn’t so adept at. For the first section of the story, he really is operating at a very high level of craft. For me there was a departure from that level with no return. And the ending, while tragic on a conceptual and literary level, seemed like a bit of a song and dance on film. I felt badly manipulated, and I resisted that manipulation strongly.

  3. I felt that the way Joe Wright handled the war scenes in the film was far better than the mini-epic that McEwan put into the book, which was tedious at best.

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