In an odd coincidence, two
films of Henrik Ibsen’s play A Doll’s
House arrived in 1973, one in theaters and one on television. Both take
place in 19th-century Norway, where housewife Nora revels upon hearing that her
husband, uptight banker Torvald, has earned a major promotion, because the
change marks an end to the family’s monetary woes. When Torvald fires a
subordinate named Krogstad, the disgruntled man blackmails Nora with evidence
that she once forged documents for a bank loan. The ensuing melodrama reveals
what little respect Torvald has for his wife—hence the title, which refers to
men treating women as playthings. Given the story’s ultimate theme of a woman’s
self-realization, it’s obvious why the material seemed timely during the early
feminist era.
The British version, ironically enough, has American roots. It’s
a filmed record of a Broadway production that was adapted from Ibsen by the
celebrated UK playwright Christopher Hampton. The Broadway show featured
revered British actress Claire Bloom in a tour-de-force performance, and Bloom
re-creates her meticulous work in the movie. Director Patrick Garland largely
ignores any cinematic possibilities in the play, opting for intimate scenes taking
place on fully dressed approximations of the stage production’s sets. At his
worst, Garland slips into bland cuts back and forth between flat close-ups,
particularly during the final, lengthy showdown between Nora and Torvald. What
Garland’s A Doll House lacks in
visual imagination, however, it makes up for in dramatic firepower.
Bloom runs
the gamut from frivolous to manic to regal, and her costar—the sublime Anthony
Hopkins—imbues Torvald with a mixture of inflated ego and repressed desperation.
Playing key supporting roles are Denholm Elliot, bitter and cruel as the
maligned Krogstand, and Ralph Richardson, elegantly sad as Nora’s aging friend,
Dr. Rank. One can’t help but wonder what a filmmaker more adept at
stage-to-screen adaptations, perhaps Sidney Lumet, could have done with the raw
material of these finely tuned performances, but at least theater fans can
savor great work forever. Plus, in any incarnation, Ibsen’s prescient notions
about women liberating themselves pack a punch. Consider this passage from the
British film: After Torvald exclaims, “No man would sacrifice his honor for
love,” Nora replies, “Millions of women have.”
Seeing as how Jane Fonda was a
fierce combatant on the front lines of the ’70s culture wars, it’s not
surprising she felt Ibsen’s statement merited a fresh adaptation. Alas, she
proved unlucky twice. First, she clashed with director Joseph Losey, and
second, she completed her project after the UK version had already reached
theaters. That’s why the Fonda film landed on TV—producers rightly estimated
the limits of the public’s appetite for this material. In nearly every way,
Losey’s take on A Doll’s House is
inferior to the Bloom/Hopkins version, even though Losey’s comparatively
sophisticated camerawork creates more visual interest than Garland’s stodgy
frames.
The big problem is that the casting never clicks. Fonda gives an
adequate performance, with intense moments of fervor and physicality weighted
down by stilted readings of classical-style dialogue. Viewed in context, she’s
an outlier. Fine European actors including Trevor Howard (as Dr. Rank) and
David Warner (as Torvald) seem natural delivering reams of ornate dialogue
while stuffed into period costumes, but none of them truly connects with
Fonda—her performance exists in isolation from the rest of the picture. Plus,
since the gangly Warner somewhat resembles a frequent Fonda costar, it’s
impossible not to picture Donald Sutherland in the Torvald role and wonder what
that dynamic might have been like. That said, Edward Fox is excellent in the
Krogstand role, radiating predatory heat. Yet the thing that should have
supercharged this spin on A Doll’s House,
Fonda’s offscreen passion for gender equality, makes key moments feel more like
stand-alone political speeches instead of organic elements of interpersonal
confrontation.
A Doll’s House (UK): GROOVY
A Doll’s House (USA): FUNKY
I saw the Bloom-Hopkins Doll House many years ago. A decent, well-acted adaptation, but as you say not very cinematic. I'd be curious to see the Jane Fonda version, but it's very hard to track down.
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