E. M. Forster has had the good fortune of having two of his masterpieces, A Passage to India and Howard's End, translated to the screen by two masters of the medium, David Lean and James Ivory. Both great novels have as their theme the irreconcilability of social classes, and it's a measure of that British thoughtfulness which seeks to make things just right not always successfully, but they try , that both have been assigned perfect directors: the grand sweep of Passage to India gets the master of large scale, Lean, and the almost claustrophobic intimacy of Howard's End gets the <more> master of small scale, James Ivory.Both of Forster's stories offer no dramatic relief in the end: in Passage we are left with an unresolved mystery and justice only partially rendered; in Howard's End we have, really, no mystery, with justice only partially rendered. Alas, such is the integrity of Lean and Ivory, that we remain frustrated in the filmed versions.As to Howard's End, in particular, one thing that you should be prepared is perhaps the most tragic character in the history of film, maybe even of literature, that of Leonard Bast. He is tragic in the classical sense of having a nobility which makes him morally superior to his nemesis, Henry Wilcox, but also possessed of hubris, in the form of false pride, which leads to fatal consequences. His sympathetic sponsors, the Schlegel sisters Margaret and Helen, are part of the Greek chorus, plaintive but ineffectual at the hands of the millionaire god, Wilcox who, like the British Raj in India, dismisses charity with an imperious "The poor are the poor, and one's sorry for them but there it is." What makes Bast's tragedy so excruciating is that his fate is not in the hands of blind sisters at a spinning wheel, who have no idea where they cut the strand of life, but in the hands of presumably free agents, who are or should be conscious of and conscientious about the consequences of their acts but are not. Helen, the one character who is indeed possessed of these qualities, is marginalized by Henry's Zeus and Margaret's Hera, whereupon she withdraws to Germany, where folk are, if nothing else, conscientious.There is a major problem with Howard's End, the film, for which I deducted a point. Leonard Bast's wife, Jacky, is a strong character, who is allowed to develop in a major scene. However, for some reason, Ivory chooses, at a fatal moment, to make her just disappear, so that we're left at the end wondering why those who are so concerned, out of decency, about Leonard, seem to have discarded Jacky, as if she had never existed. Jacky's character demands some kind of resolution, tragic or otherwise, but I have the feeling that Ivory just didn't want to deal with her, an attitude not unlike that of the Wilcoxes and, alas, the heretofore sympathetic Schlegels, who finally have copped out.I deduct another point because this is an irredeemably morose film. It is an important film, with an important point to make. It is also a moving film, with a superb cast and a faultless production design. But like another film in which Anthony Hopkins stars, Shadowlands, there is a pathos so intense that it is almost physically painful. So the question becomes, is the point a film makes so revelatory as to make it worth the pain of watching.The irreconcilability of the social classes is a great debate and makes for great literature. Howard's End and a Passage to India certainly make for effective lessons in Forster's gloomy side of the debate. Whether you want to sit through the lessons more than once is another question.Note: I see that the rating of this review isn't very positive. Undoubtedly the film queen brigade resent their precious porcelain vase being touched. <less> |