| MANSFIELD PARK REVIEW
BY ROGER EBERT
Patricia Rozema's ``Mansfield Park'' makes no claim to be
a faithful telling of Jane Austen's novel and achieves something
more interesting instead. Rozema has chosen passages from
Austen's journals and letters, and adapted them to Fanny Price,
the heroine of ``Mansfield Park''; the result is a film in
which Austen's values (and Fanny's) are more important than
the romance and melodrama.
The film begins with a young girl whispering a lurid melodrama
into the ear of her wide-eyed little sister. This is Fanny
(Hannah Taylor Gordon), whose family loves in poverty in a
dockside cottage in Portsmouth. Fanny's mother married unwisely
for love. Her sister, Lady Bertram, married for position,
and now lives in the great country estate Mansfield Park.
Lady Bertram spends her days nodding in a haze of laudanum,
but rouses herself sufficiently to send for one of her nieces,
and so with no warning, Fanny is bundled into a carriage and
taken away from her family. ``It seems that mother has given
me away,'' she writes her sister. ``I can augur nothing but
misery with what I have seen at Mansfield Park.''
The narrative springs forward, and we meet a 20ish
Fanny, now played by Frances O'Connor. Great English country
houses in those days were truly family seats, giving shelter
and employment to relatives, dependents and servants, and
we meet Lord Bertram (the playwright Harold Pinter, magisterial
and firm), his still drug-addled wife (Lindsay Duncan), his
drunken older son Tom (James Purefoy), his likable younger
son Edmund (Jonny Lee Miller), his two inconsequential daughters,
and the attractive Crawfords, Henry and his sister Mary (Alessandro
Nivola and Embeth Davidtz). The Crawfords have rented the
estate's parsonage with the aim of marrying into the Bertram
family.
This may seem like a large cast (I have left out three
or four characters), but it is important to understand that
in that time and place, it would have seemed a small enough
one, because these were literally the only people Fanny Price
could expect to see on a regular basis. If she is to marry,
her husband probably will come from among them, and nobody
has to tell her that the candidates are Tom, Edmund and Henry.
All of Austen's novels, in one way or another, are about capable
young women trapped in a strata of country society that assigns
them to sit in drawing rooms looking pretty, while they speculate
on their matrimonial chances and risks.
In crossing this theme with the idea that Fanny is
a writer, Rozema cuts right to the heart of the matter. We
assume that women have always written, but actually until
200 years ago, women authors were rare; Austen found her own
way into the profession. Most women did not have the education,
the freedom or the privacy to write. Virginia Woolf is eloquent
about this in A Room of One's Own, speculating that someone
like Austen might literally have never been alone in a room
to write, but should be pictured in the corner of a drawing
room containing all the other members of her household--writing
her novels while conversation and life carried on regardless,
dogs barked and children burped.
In ``Mansfield Park,'' we see Fanny thrilled
to receive a quire of writing paper, and sending letters to
her sister Susie, which contain a great deal more observation
and speculation than family correspondence really requires.
This young woman could grow up to write--well, Pride and Prejudice.
We are so accustomed to the notion of Austen's wit and perception
that we lose sight of the fact that for her to write at all
was a radical break with the role society assigned her.
Women in the early years of the 19th century
were essentially commodities until they were married, and
puppeteers afterward, exerting power through their husbands
and children and in the management of their households. Thus
of Austen's novels (and those of George Eliot, Mrs. Gaskell
and the Brontes) can be seen as stories about business and
finance--for a woman's occupation and fortune came through
marriage.
The key thing about Fanny Price, and about many
of Austen's heroines, is that she was ready to say no. Her
uncle, Lord Bertram, informs her that Henry Crawford has asked
for her hand, and ``I have agreed.'' Fanny does not love Henry.
She loves her cousin Edmund, who is engaged to the worthless
Mary Crawford. When she says she does not trust Henry, there
is a ruthless exchange with her uncle. ``Do you trust me?''
he asks. ``Yes, sir.'' ``Well, I trust him, and you will marry
him.''
Later in the film, there is a bloodcurdling scene
in the drawing room, after a scandal has threatened the family's
reputation. Without revealing too much, let me ask you to
listen for Mary Crawford's chilling analysis of the emergency,
and her plan for what must be done. To modern ears, it sounds
crass and heartless. In 1806, just such conversations would
have sounded reasonable, to people schooled to think of the
family fortune above any consideration of love or morality.
``Mansfield Park'' is a witty, entertaining film,
and I hope I haven't made it sound too serious. Frances O'Connor
makes a dark-haired heroine with flashing eyes and high spirits.
Harold Pinter is all the country Tory one could possibly hope
for. Alessandro Nivola makes a rakish cad who probably really
does love Fanny, after his fashion. And Embeth Davidtz's cold-blooded
performance as Mary strips bare the pretense and exposes the
family for what it is--a business, its fortune is based on
slave plantations in the Caribbean. This is an uncommonly
intelligent film, smart and amusing too, and anyone who thinks
it is not faithful to Austen doesn't know the author but only
her plots.
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