‘Colette’ – a wobbly #MeToo movie of la Belle Époque stars Keira Knightley

By Eleanor Ringel Cater

Those of us with a particular fondness for the old “Seinfeld” series might recall the episode in which Jerry and the gang consider going to a movie called “Rochelle, Rochelle: A Young Girl’s Strange Erotic Journey from Milan to Minsk.”

Keira Knightley’s utterly silly new movie isn’t called “Colette, Colette,” but it might as well have been.

Instead of Milan and Minsk, we have Belle Epoque Paris; and instead of the fictional Rochelle, we have the very real Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, aka, Colette, the famed French novelist. Best known for “Gigi,” she wrote 30 novels and scores of short stories, many of them with a somewhat naughty tone.

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“Colette” image

The movie begins when Colette (Knightley) is a comely young thing of 20, living with her parents in a picture-perfect French countryside. That quickly changes with the arrival of Willy (Dominic West), a Paris wit and bon vivant many years her senior who sweeps her off her feet and off to the City of Lights.

A pompous libertine lording over a stable of ghostwriters who provide him copy and a bogus reputation, Willy soon enlists his wife to write for him as well. Her tales of a schoolgirl named Claudine, published under his name, become a huge success.

Eventually, Colette chafes under Willy’s control, as husband and as fawned-over author who takes credit for her work.

The movie is about how she breaks free of him, both sexually and literarily, to become famous in her own right.

A sumptuous period piece timed to the #MeToo movement, the movie is well-intentioned, but also, well, often just laughable. It’s the sort of thing in which the music swells and swoons when Colette runs through the woods in her darling cotton frock. And the dialogue runs to Mad Magazine parody. Collaring Willy at the theatre, a bejeweled dowager demands, “The Eiffel Tower. For or against?”

At one point Colette and Willy both become involved with the same woman, a Louisiana heiress portrayed like a community theatre Blanche Dubois by Eleanor Tomlinson. “You have the most beautiful teeth,” she drawls to Colette who replies, “Like an alligator.” (It’s a bayou witticism).

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A scene from “Colette’ movie

West so overplays his role you figure he’ll be killed off in the first 15 minutes, but no such luck. He’s around for most of the film, blustering mightily and patting his well-fed paunch.

Knightley makes a wondrous clothes horse. You watch her to see what she wears as much as what she does. But as she’s proved in movies as different as “Bend It Like Beckham” and “Anna Karenina,” she’s better than that.

For that matter, so is Colette’s story. When a movie is so wobbly that you don’t know if the protagonist’s performance as Cleopatra is supposed to be excellent or gawdawful, there’s something wrong. (Then she bares a breast and kisses another woman and you realize it’s supposed to be “scandalous.”)

Alas, there’s a whole lot wrong with this self-consciously “feminist” film. What wouldn’t I give to hear what Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer would have said about it.

Eleanor Ringel, Movie Critic, was the film critic for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution for almost 30 years. She was nominated multiple times for a Pulitzer Prize. She won the Best of Cox Critic, IMAGE Film & Video and Women In Film awards. An Atlanta native, she graduated from Westminster and Brown University. She was the critic on WXIA’s Noonday, a member of Entertainment Weekly's Critics Grid and wrote TV Guide’s movie/DVD. She is member of the National Society of Film Critics and currently talks about movies on WMLB and writes the Time Out column for the Atlanta Business Chronicle.

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