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WOMAN IN GOLD

Producer: David M. Thompson and Kris Thykier 
Director:  Simon Curtis
Writer:  Alexi Kaye Campbell
Stars:  Helen Mirren, Ryan Reynolds, Daniel Bruhl, Katie Holmes, Tatiana Maslany, Max Irons, Charles Dance, Antje Traue, Elizabeth McGovern, Jonathan Pryce, Frances Fisher, Moritz Bleibtrau, Tom Schilling, Allan Corduner and Henry Goodman
Studio:  The Weinstein Company

C

The theft of artworks by the Nazis—especially from Jewish families—and the post-war effort to restore them to their rightful owners have been treated in expert documentaries like “The Rape of Europa,” and one part of the story—the attempt of the American army to rescue some purloined items while the war was still ongoing—has been the subject of a mediocre dramatization, George Clooney’s “The Monuments Men.” Now Simon Curtis (“My Week With Marilyn”) offers a well-mounted but pedestrian account of Austrian refugee Maria Altmann’s campaign to reclaim from the Austrian government several paintings by Gustav Klimt stolen from her family, The most notable was the titular one, portraying her beloved aunt Adele Bloch-Bauer in sumptuous dress, which became a national treasure sometimes referred to as the Austrian Mona Lisa.

Helen Mirren gives a canny, crowd-pleasing performance as the Altmann of 1998-2006, when the legal case was fought and Ryan Reynolds plays, earnestly but unconvincingly, her lawyer Randol Schoenberg (grandson of the composer Arnold). But much the film is devoted to extended flashbacks showing Maria’s early life in Vienna and flight from Austria with her husband Fritz in the aftermath of the Anschluss. In these Tatiana Maslany is Maria, Allan Corduner her father Gustav, Max Irons Fritz, Antje Traue Adele, and Henry Goodman Adele’s husband Ferdinand.

Without going overmuch into the extent to which the script by Alexi Kaye Campbell departs from the historical record, its portrayal of events is definitely not overly concerned with subtlety. The idyllic pre-1938 life that Maria and her upper-class family enjoy in Austria is presented as a sort of gauzy golden age, and the German storm troopers who descend on the city (as well as the Austrians who welcome them) are depicted as stock villains.

Fair enough, perhaps (at least as far as the Nazis are concerned), but when Maria and Randy (as she calls him) visit Vienna to stake a claim to the paintings, they’re greeted by government and museum bureaucrats (as well as members of the general public) who are portrayed in similarly broad strokes; it’s as though even in the aftermath of the Waldheim affair, there had been no introspection among them. Only one Austrian is singled out for admiring treatment: investigative journalist Hubertus Czernin (Daniel Bruhl), who helps Maria and Randol in their search for the truth. (One might point out that Campbell fudges the facts about the discovery of the documents regarding the ownership and bequest of the Klimts to the Belvedere Gallery, giving the credit to Maria and Randol’s surreptitious scouring of the archive while it appears that Czernin was more directly responsible for finding them. Czernin, of course, had played a role in revealing Kurt Waldheim’s unsavory past, too.)

Even more debilitating is the attempt by Campbell and Curtis to portray the relationship that blossoms between Altmann and Schoenberg in the comedy-drama vein of “Philomena.” Mirren carries off her part of the equation with customary elan, fashioning a portrait of a severe, demanding woman in whom one can still sense the pain of loss and a capacity for genuine warmth. She expertly tosses off what are meant to pass for witticisms in Campbell’s uninspired script, making them seem almost worth hearing.

But Reynolds seems at sea. The only aspect of the character he manages to capture is Schoenberg’s rather vacuous boyishness. Otherwise, though, he’s not helped by Campbell’s script, which doesn’t give him a center: at one point he’s admitting he got into the case simply because he found out how much the paintings are worth, but after a visit to Vienna’s Holocaust memorial he nearly breaks down in grief. (If we’re meant to take this as a road-to-Damascus moment, Reynolds can’t carry it off.) Nor does it help that so much time is spent on his situation at home with pregnant wife Pam (Katie Holmes, wasted). Whether it’s true or not that her water broke on the very morning he was scheduled to appear before the Supreme Court, it’s the sort of cute coincidence that in this context feels false, like so much else in the Mirren-Reynolds routine, which never achieves the rightness the one between Judi Dench and Steve Coogan did.

The lack of authenticity is exacerbated when people like Elizabeth McGovern (as a federal judge) and Jonathan Pryce (as William Rehnquist) show up in what amount to cameos, or Ben Miles pops in to do a pretty gruesome bit as Ronald Lauder, who eventually buys the gold-leafed painting of Adele. Moritz Bleibtreu’s brief introductory appearance as Klimt is nearly as frightful, and Traue fails to achieve the desired dreamlike effect as Adele. On the other hand Maslany, Irons, Corduner and Goodman manage to make many of the flashback sequences touching, despite the clichés Campbell often inserts into the dialogue, and Bruhl is as reliable as ever.

Visually “Woman in Gold” looks elegant, with production designer Jim Clay, the art direction team headed by Andrew Ackland-Snow, set decorator Jennifer Gentile and costume designer Beatrix Pasztor all contributing fine work and cinematographer Ross Emery taking advantage of it—and the beautiful locations in his widescreen images. The behind-the-camera contributions—along with Mirren’s presence—mark this as a prestige production, but the unsubtle, prosaic treatment—along with the bland Reynolds—vitiates the effort.

A GIRL LIKE HER

Producer:  Amy S. Weber, Danny Roth and Jeff Spilman
Director: Amy S, Weber 
Writer:  Amy S. Weber
Stars:  Lexi Ainsworth, Hunter King, Jimmy Bennett, Christy Engle, Stephanie Cotton, Mark Boyd, Jon Martin, Michael Maurice and Amy S. Weber
Studio: Parkside Releasing 

C

A quasi-documentary approach is combined with the found-footage formula to issue a stern, often hectoring warning against bullying in “A Girl Like Her,” a sincere but heavy-handed tale about a high-school girl goaded into attempting suicide by another who was once her best friend. Earnest and well-intentioned but preachy in the way of an afterschool special and stylistically problematic, Amy S. Weber’s film can perhaps serve a useful educational function, but as drama it’s overwrought and at times almost hysterical.

The overarching portion of the picture is a faux documentary about South Brookdale, a highly regarded public high school, being made by Amy Gallagher (played by Weber, who confines herself to mostly off-screen questions). In the course of filming Gallagher becomes aware that one of the students, Jessica Burns (Lexi Ainsworth), has attempted suicide, and changes her focus to discover why. The answer is that Jessica had been harassed by her former friend Avery Keller (Hunter King), an apparently stereotypical mean girl who used direct intimidation and social network attacks to humiliate and threaten her. The extent of the emotional assault is made clear from footage from a spycam that Jessica’s friend Brian Slater (Jimmy Bennett) had outfitted her with, as well as material he shot himself, and eventually Gallagher will confront Avery with that evidence even as Jessica’s parents (Stephanie Cotton and Mark Boyd) hold vigil in her hospital room.

“A Girl Like Her” tries to get beyond a simple black-and-white depiction of the all-too-familiar terrain of kids hurting kids by trying to understand the source of Avery’s actions, which turns out to center on her overbearing mother (Christie Engle), who leaps to her daughter’s defense when the principal (Michael Maurice) accuses her of misconduct and insists on watching the damning footage with her even though the girl protests. The attempt to fashion a more balanced view than might be expected—down to Avery’s regret over what she’s done (as well as her anger over the loss of friends and influence)—is laudable.

But as much as one might appreciate Weber’s aim, in the end her film doesn’t escape the feel of an elongated sermon, particularly since the performances by soap opera veterans Ainsworth, and especially King, lack subtlety and frequently go over the top. (The same can certainly be said of Engle.) And while one can admire the skill of cinematographer Sam Brownfield in approximating the ragged look of off-the-cuff footage, ironically the conceit has the result of reducing, rather than enhancing, the sense of authenticity Weber’s striving for: it emphasizes the on-the-nose nature of many of the scenes that are supposedly being caught unawares, and of much of the dialogue that’s supposedly being surreptitiously caught. That unfortunate combination of unrefined acting and cumbersome style leads one to wonder whether the story might not have been told to greater effect in a more conventional narrative shorn of the spuriously “real-life” elements.

In interviews about the film, Weber has spoken of the impetus behind it arising from her own life—she was once bullied herself, and later became a bully, perhaps to compensate. That undoubtedly explains the obvious intensity behind the project. But intensity can get out of hand; a degree of distance and restraint is needed in telling even the most deeply personal story. That’s lacking in this instance, and “A Girl Like Her” suffers from its absence.