Cynthia Nixon delivers a powerful performance as the reclusive poet in the film by Terence Davies. 3.5 stars out of 4.
My life closed twice before its close —
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
Movie Review ★★★½
‘A Quiet Passion,’ with Cynthia Nixon, Jennifer Ehle, Keith Carradine, Jodhi May, Catherine Bailey, Emma Bell, Duncan Duff. Written and directed by Terence Davies. 126 minutes. Rated PG-13 for thematic elements, disturbing images and brief suggestive material. Seven Gables, Regal Meridian, Grand Cinema.
A third event to me
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So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
How do you make a movie about Emily Dickinson? How do you capture the inner flame of a woman whose outward life mostly consisted of parlor conversation with her family and quiet hours spent writing poetry in her room? How do you dramatize a life lived almost entirely in the mind — and a death she foretold in poems so devastatingly intimate, it was as if a curtain lifted for her into another world? Well, for starters, you cast Cynthia Nixon.
Terence Davies’ “A Quiet Passion” takes its time getting started; its early scenes, with first a teenage Dickinson (Emma Bell, her performance blending seamlessly into Nixon’s), then with Nixon as the adult poet, feel disarmingly stilted; the precise formality of the language seeming to create a barrier. But stick with it, and keep your eyes on Nixon; a still, gentle-voiced presence whose eyes glow like blue embers. Her Emily is outwardly serene, often seeming to smile at a private joke; yet she conveys the sensation of something furious buried deep within. But this is no fragile waif; just listen to her admonish the editor who published a few of her poems: “Sir,” she says, in tones that could slice paper, “you have altered some of my punctuation.”
Davies, whose previous films — all meticulously beautiful — include “The House of Mirth,” “The Deep Blue Sea” and “Sunset Song,” has made a quiet specialty of an unfashionable genre: the period literary film. “A Quiet Passion” isn’t for everyone; outwardly, not much happens other than watching a woman get older, become more reclusive (“I have become embittered,” she says), struggle with a mysterious illness, and one day die in the bedroom in which she lived much of her life. But there are moments of astonishing lyricism; particularly that death sequence, in which a nearly feral Dickinson sees — and lets us see — a terrifying, exquisite vision. Nixon, speaking one of Dickinson’s most famous poems in voice-over, conveys a sense of gentle wonder; speaking the words as if they’re just now emerging and yet were always there.
Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —