Alternative title: How to Ruin a Classic. It’s just awful. Where to begin? Writer/director Greta Gerwig wanted to make a film about the girls as adults and makes the disastrous mistake of interleaving past and present scenes. It begins near the end, then flashes back and forward, often confusingly, even for just a few seconds. So the film begins with a set of spoilers. For instance, we learn immediately that Jo has turned down Laurie, thereby removing all forward momentum from that storyline and making many of the historic scenes redundant. Newcomers to the story will wonder why sit through the rest of the film.
Equally bad, the plot and dialogue have been irredeemably tainted by a woke mind-set. Gerwig’s aim was ‘to give a more modern take on women’s choices and life’ (according to the DVD Xtras). This turns the film into a travesty of the book. The four girls are supposedly endeared to us by a number of giggly scenes but basically they’re mouthpieces for Gerwig’s feminist agenda. Listen to woke princess Emma Watson pontificating on the DVD Xtras and you’ll want to put your foot through the screen.
Given this, it’s no surprise that Gerwig can’t write for or direct men. Even Timothy Chalamet, so brilliant in Call Me By Your Name, can do little with the role of Laurie, while Louis Garrel as Jo’s Prof has no chance with the few scenes he’s allowed. All this renders the Amy/Laurie and Jo/Prof plots nonsensical.
The direction is pure cliché. The Jo/Laurie break-up should be an emotional highpoint, instead of which it’s so badly shot and stitched together that it plays like am-dram. The only imaginative shot Gerwig chooses is so out-of-place that the producers should have had a word with her – she has Jo speak to camera! Perhaps after Ladybird Gerwig was too untouchable. She even tags on a clunker of a new feminist ending.
Even the music score is woeful, ramming home every beat like in a superhero franchise. She runs… fast music. She’s ill… plinky-plonk piano.
What makes the end-result even worse is that it’s based on such brilliant source material. This reviewer loathes it with a passion. To see how it should be done, watch the 1994 version by Gillian Armstrong. And for a coming-of-age film that really hits home, watch the brilliant Mustang.
Disconnected from the novel, so It’s a disappointment to anyone hoping that it might actually be a version of the novel rather than the director's commentary on the novel.
I'm old enough to remember the classic film with Margaret O'Brian and Elizabeth Taylor. Watch that one! This version is confusing, badly plotted and a waste of good acting talent. I totally agree with the other review.
Greta Gerwig appeared as such a natural choice for directing Little Women. With her previous picture of Lady Bird being one of the strongest coming of age female films of the decade, her ease of comedy and drama with a young cast was well suited for such a story. She even brings along her Lady Bird stars of Saorise Ronan and Timothy Chalamet to play just the right parts. Sure enough, she delivers a charming adaptation worthy of the warm ensemble in the 1994 film.
The story remains relatively the same with a brilliant nonlinear format. We initially catch with the four sisters of the March after most of them have gone onto live their lives. Jo (Ronan) struggles to work as a writer in New York. Meanwhile, in Paris, Amy (Florence Pugh) is studying painting with her grumpy Aunt March (Meryl Streep). Meg (Emma Watson) is feeling the somberness of raising a family and poor Beth (Eliza Scanlen) is ill once more. How did they all get here? The film answers these questions amid a homecoming where we both their juvenile past and adulthood present.
Though tightly edited to give us a sense of time and keep up the pacing, there’s a lot of room left to love and get to know the characters. Most of the running time is reserved for the likes of the girls just chatting and having fun amid writing plays and bickering about boys. Though all four women are fantastic, I must admit that Pugh stands out greatly for having such an effortless means of comical commentary and a sneer towards nearly everything. Watson has a particular grace for a woman who seems somewhat destined for greatness but expects so much of it that her issues have more to do with expectations of love versus riches. For as little as we get of Scanlen as Beth, she does well as a woman trying to come to terms with herself and others when they don’t feel ready to move on.
Of course, the star of the show is Ronan, harboring such determination and emotion in every aspect of family, finance, and love. When she finds herself smitten with Laurie (Timothée Chalamet), their private dancing amid an intimidating party is so adorable. They have a conflicting nature in trying to decide if they will or will not tie the not. There’s a lot of pressure within the family when Amy has already married and Beth is not long for this world. The likes of Aunt March don’t help and all that the matriarch of the household Marmee (Laura Dern) can offer is a mere understanding hug and some support to keep going, wherever the destination will be.
Most intriguing is how Gerwig stages that past and present of these women. In the past, everything feels warm and sincere, the orange glow of the fireplace and candles feeling comforting and refreshing. Skip to the present and the atmosphere is much different, even within the same household. Things are cooler and darker, a gloom placed over places that once seemed bright and fun. Somewhere towards the end, there’s a balance, where glimmers of beauty pierce through the trees to find the allure in life being an unpredictable ride.
Mix in some fine supporting performances from the likes Bob Odenkirk as the smiling father and Chris Cooper as the charitable elite neighbor and you have one all-encompassing bit of a wondrous period drama. Though never fully embracing a more feminist-leaning, which seems to only have a mild amount of room to explore in such a tale of women railing against times that seem to forget about them, there’s great humanity within such projections of these literary characters. It’s a picture that never feels as though it trumps the 1994 picture but feels just as inviting as a holiday treat worth returning to. In other words, Greta gives great grandoise to Little Women.