Cast: Mathilda May, Klaus Maria Brandauer, Virginia Madsen, Paul Rhys
Director: Danny Huston
Producers: Heinz Bibo and Peer Oppenheimer
Screenplay: Ruth Graham
Cinematography: Wolfgang Treu
Music: John Scott
U.S. Distributor: Castle Hill Productions
Becoming Colette is a biographical account of the early years in the career of French author Gabrielle Colette (Mathilda May), the writer of such novels as La Vagabonde and Cheri. The film follows Colette's social and sexual awakening -- her transformation from a naive country girl to a Paris socialite. In the process, it also examines her disastrous marriage to Henri Gauthier-Villars (also known as "Willy").
Becoming Colette is an empty period piece. The settings are nice and the costumes appropriate, but the characters placed within them are flat and barren. The movie is all window-dressing. Even the fiery Colette is weakly-portrayed, never giving the audience more than a glimpse of the verve displayed in her writings.
There's an old saying that the road to ruin is paved with good intentions. That seems an apropos characterization of this production. Undoubtedly, director Danny Huston (son of the late John Huston) had the highest of motives in trying to bring Colette's life to the screen. Unfortunately, too many wrong choices were made and the end result is a limp, lifeless film that boasts only one scene (the climax) of genuine strength and impact.
Klaus Maria Brandauer, normally an effective villain, is effete in Becoming Colette. His performance is so subdued that it becomes virtually lost in the scenery. His character, Gauthier-Villars, is supposed to be a bastard, but the actor never gets this across to the audience. His co-star, Mathilda May, is not an inspired choice for Colette. About the only thing she does well is cry (there are a lot of tears). Other times, she's either wildly over-the-top or joining Maria Brandauer in fading into obscurity.
As in Colette's life, sex plays an important part in the movie. Unfortunately, scenes that are intended to be erotic turn out to be boring. There is no chemistry whatsoever between any of the participants. The most "daring" encounter, a lesbian tryst between Colette and Polaire (Virginia Madsen), lacks any semblance of heat.
Writing is a passion, and a film about the genesis of a writer should delve into the mind and heart of its subject. Becoming Colette fails at this. The superficiality of the plot and characters do a great injustice to a powerful author. While biographies such as Malcolm X, Hoffa, and Chaplin provoked an interest to learn more about their characters, Becoming Colette left me apathetic.
© 1993 James Berardinelli