The Personal History Of David Copperfield

The mid-19th century novel The Personal History Of David Copperfield is considered Charles Dickens’ masterpiece. Narrated in the first person by the eponymous David, it tells of one man’s life from birth through a series of adventures and encounters with a motley crew of relatives, friends and associates that seem to span the social breadth of Victorian England.

To cut the novel’s tale down to a manageable movie length, director Ianucci and his co-writer Simon Blackwell have dumped certain characters and subplots to focus on others. As with the director’s previous outing The Death Of Stalin (2017), the final film half works yet is beset by strange casting choices – actors playing Russians sporting a variety of English dialects in Stalin, various BAME actors playing roles that aren’t always entirely believable in terms of their ethnicity in Copperfield. That includes the film’s lead Dev Patel, who plays David convincingly as a wide-eyed innocent.

There’s a great deal of racism around in the 21st Century: it’s hard to believe there wasn’t considerably more in the 19th when few were trying to address those issues, yet no-one seems to notice Patel’s obvious ethnic background. When he’s sent to live with the family of his mother’s kindly housekeeper Clara Peggotty (Daisy May Cooper), she and her husband have adopted a number of orphans, one of whom, Ham (Anthony Welsh), is black, which could make sense. Later, however, when the mother of David’s privileged, white, secondary school friend James Steerforth (Aneurin Barnard) is played by the black actress Nikki Amuka-Bird, the ethnic casting is distinctly unbelievable. Pursuing the colour blind casting still further, Ianucci casts Chinese British actor Benedict Wong as Wickfield, the financier ultimately ruined by alcoholism and another terrific black actress, Rosalind Eleazar, as his daughter Agnes.

On one level, colour blind casting sounds great and if you view the whole thing as a satire not based on any specific, historical place and time then it’s not a problem. Sadly, Dickens is very much a man writing about the 19th century and even though all the actors are fine in terms of performance, the BAME casting sometimes doesn’t work. I’m not saying the entire cast should be white – there were certainly some BAME people around – but I’m calling for an attempt at historical accuracy, a practice which should take precedence over the accidental pursuit of a politically correct fantasyland that never was.

Outside of the ethnic controversy, Ianucci proves highly adept at casting Dickens’ characters. Dev Patel carries the film well and other highlights include Hugh Laurie’s Mr Dick, a sweet if mentally ill man who believes Charles I to have deposited his thoughts in his (Mr. Dick’s) head and Ben Wishaw’s suitably ingratiating social climber Uriah Heep. Tilda Swinton doesn’t appear particularly stretched in the role of David’s controlling and donkey-hating aunt Betsey Trotwood.

Dickens wanted to highlight the problem of want in Victorian society and the film represents this aspect of his writing well. The constant hounding of Micawber (Peter Capaldi) for his debts results in one memorable scene where his baby in its pram is suddenly moving down the hall as the bailiffs grab under the front door and pull the hall carpet out underneath it. Equally impressive are the scenes of David working as a child in a bottle factory where the machines are too tall for him to operate properly.

Elsewhere however, as with Stalin, one struggles to remember that Ianucci is the comic genius behind television’s political comedy series The Thick Of It (2005-2012) and its superb feature film spin-off In The Loop (2009, in both of which Peter Capaldi so brilliantly played ruthless and foul-mouthed spin doctor Malcolm Tucker). Maybe he’s better at portraying contemporary rather than period stories. That said, if his Copperfield never quite scales the genuinely funny comedic heights of The Thick Of It, or even reaches the foothills, it at least gets Dickens’ remarkable characters onto the screen and is not without its moments.

The Personal History Of David Copperfield is out in the UK on Friday, January 24th. On VoD in June.

The Man Who Invented Christmas

Christmas is a time to celebrate our loved ones and savour the special relationships we have with each other, isn’t it? Embedding these notions in modern society, Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol is a shining beacon of such values and constantly reminds us to be kind and affectionate to everyone. Recreated in the form of the muppets, animation and fiction film, the story is a timeless and fundamental human tale. This festival year, we are lucky enough to be blessed by the presence of The Man Who Invented Christmas, adopting the mould of Goodbye Christopher Robin (released earlier this year), which extrapolated upon the origins of the author A.A. Milne his life. Specifically, Bharat Nalluri’s film deals with how Charles Dickens came to write the famous story of Ebenezer Scrooge.

Similar to Simon Curtis’ dross affair, The Man Who Invented Christmas works as an arduous account that lacks any real fleshed out characters. In their places are left only caricatures that operate in a sea of beige. For a film that attempts to pride itself on recounting history, it’s surprising how unimaginative the whole affair is. Granted its target audience do not own a bank account or know the impacts of Brexit on society, its lack of creativity or even slight fun leave it in a void of a grey dullness that is the complete antithesis to Christmas cheer.

Charles Dickens (Dan Stevens) is a pantomimic (-ish) character filled with an array of voices and facial expressions clearly characteristic of the greatest Victorian writer. After his hit success of Olivier Twist in 1838, his creative juices have suddenly come to a halt in three underwhelming publications. Feeling critical and financial pressure to write again, he is left facing further ridicule if he does not publish a new book soon. His next tale comes to mind when he hears his maid telling ghost stories to his children, becoming the framework for what eventually becomes A Christmas Carol.

Cutting back to his childhood and hustler father, played by Jonathan Pryce, the film tries desperately to give viewers a strange concoction of both these Dickensian classics. Portraying Scrooge in an acceptable fashion, Christopher Plummer appears as the imagined character in Dickens’ study whilst he creates this world. Haunting him throughout, until the writer’s ending is complete, Plummer is perfectly serviceable.

Creating the novel for the sole purpose to lavishly furnish his house, pay off a few debts and silence an irritable critic of his work, Dickens in this version is a self-centred cartoon. In his position as bringing to light the social injustices of the Industrial Revolution, real life Dickens championed a lower working class. Though referred to as a “man of the people”, Stevens’s character rarely shares a scene with someone who is not finely dressed. Yet, when the film does come to present the lower working classes, it resorts to a clichéd depiction of coal covered faces and yellow death. The seething underbelly of Victorian London, which is omnipresent in Dickens’ works, is replaced with cheery cheap looking sets that feel as vacuous as the character’s presented on screen. Behind the screen, pulling The Man Who Invented Christmas along by the scruff of the neck is Mychael Danna’s score which is unrelenting in its task to act as emotional filler.

The messages of familial love and affection that is so pivotal to Christmas time are hastily rushed at last minute into the film and it never feels that Stevens’ Dickens actually believes in such traditional values. Throughout the whole narrative, he is never shown to pay much attention to his wife, Kate Dickens (Morfydd Clark), his children or appear socially approachable. As a money driven, egotistical and with a hint of multiple personality disorder, there’s not much Christmas spirit in this Charles Dickens.

Through all this negativity, The Man Who Invented Christmas thankfully is not crass or vulgar. Its shortened running time of well under two hours leaves as a short painful experience, luckily. As one character states to Charles, ‘I’m exhausted spending two hours in your company’. Speaking to my inner self I got lost in boredom,Susan Coyne’s line of dialogue could not more acutely summarise any sane person’s impressions on the flawed, soulless commercialised piece of seasonal greetings.

The Man Who Invented Christmas is out in cinemas on Friday, December 1st. We recommend that you avoid it, and pay a visit to your long-neglected aunt instead, and spread some love and Christmas cheer. And buy her a little prezzie with the money you would spend on the cinema ticket.

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