Todd Haynes’ Carol, starring Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara, is now an Oscar front-runner after wowing Cannes. Here’s Jamie Graham’s reaction…
Predicting the jury’s decisions is always a fool’s game at Cannes, especially when the festival has not yet reached its halfway point. But it’s impossible to countenance a prize-giving ceremony in which Todd Haynes’ Carol does not feature. The only question is, surely, which of the gongs it scoops: Palme d’Or, Best Director or Best Actress for one or both of its leads, Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara.
Exquisitely designed, costumed, shot, scored and acted, Carol unfurls as an intoxicating fever dream in which volcanic emotions play out with great restraint. Though, in its way, every bit as styled as Haynes’ heartfelt pastiche of Douglas Sirk’s Technicolor melodramas, Far From Heaven, this story favours a palette that is muted and muffled, a world of rain, smoke and cold, dark nights. Carol and Therese are frequently framed behind panes of glass or separated by space, with their bodies held rigidly in place by Sandy Powell’s gorgeous costumes. Carol, the older of the two, is more constrained by circumstance, knowledge and societal strictures, and is rarely to be seen without her symmetrical features perfectly painted and her hair a work of coiffed art.
Blanchett, of course, is supreme, meticulously laying out Carol’s pain, melancholy, ardour, strength and wisdom; her unhurried underplaying adds considerably to the accumulative emotional power, for it is the final third, and especially the final scenes, that the true force of the film's feeling announces itself. It is to Mara’s immense credit that she matches her co-star scene for scene, lust for lust, quiet agony for quiet agony. Therese is a very different proposition to Mara’s girl with the dragon tattoo, but they share strength and fragility and a willingness to bust social taboos. This is no naif in awe of the refined older woman. Or rather it is, on one level, but it is Therese who never wavers as she reaches for what she wants in life, be it a job as a photographer at The New York Times or a life spent with another woman.
Phyllis Nagy’s screenplay is an immaculate distillation of Highsmith’s novel, reverential to its source but unafraid to make several small, successful changes, and it’s hard to think of a better fit for the material than Haynes. From Safe to Far From Heaven to HBO’s Mildred Pierce, he’s long proved adept at bringing female stories to the screen, and here fashions a consummate movie to rival anything on his resume to date.
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