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Albert Nobbs review

Glenn Close goes for a spot of cross-dressing

Albert Nobbs is a she who’s been masquerading as a he for decades, a pinch-faced butler at a past-its-best Dublin hotel.

While (s)he goes about his duties with stoic aplomb, the shabby establishment’s other downstairs drones titter into their hands, but neither servant nor guest pay too much attention to this “kind little man” until the arrival of strapping house-painter Hubert (Janet McTeer) and Joe the handyman (Aaron Johnson).

While the former offers Nobbs a glimpse of life beyond the subterfuge, the latter sends him into a catastrophic tailspin.

Glenn Close first played Nobbs 30 years ago, off-broadway, and it’s been her lifelong passion to get the story up on screen. Good on her, but it’s a labour of love in more ways than one.

Close, who co-wrote the screenplay, delivers little insight into this sad-sack enigma or sexual inequality in the 19th Century. And you can’t shake a nagging sensation that Nobbs was more interesting when the younger Close played him.

Being 25 rather than 55 would have ratcheted up the tension in the tragic triangle between Albert, Joe and Mia Wasikowska’s callow chambermaid.

Instead, when Close is wooing Wasikowska with promises that “our wedding will be a great wonder”, it comes off as creepy and delusional rather than heartfelt and moving.

And that’s before director Roberto García unleashes full-on melodrama, by which time Albert Nobbs is flirting with silliness. In playing a woman who’s had to repress femininity just to survive, Close delivers a performance of such walled-in seclusion it’s near impossible to pierce Nobbs’ humanity.

For a grand dame like Close, that’s an insurmountable and fatal distraction, Oscar nomination or not, and a stark contrast to the mesmerising McTeer, whose genderbending gets shamefully little screen time but whose vitality leaves you wishing this unhappy, plodding tale had been called Hubert Page instead.

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