REVIEW: The Material Girl Channels Wallis Simpson, and Her Stuff, in W.E.

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Even though it's something of a slick mess, Madonna's W.E. is just the kind of movie you'd expect from an artist who once, with a delightful lack of irony, declared herself a material girl. A weirdly sympathetic portrait of Wallis Simpson, the woman for whom a king gave up his throne, W.E. is the story of a life told through stuff: Evening gloves, cocktail shakers, baubles from Cartier, little hats trimmed with netting. It's as if Madonna went back in time and forgot to talk to actual people, to find out how they lived and what they thought -- but she sure did a lot of shopping.

And that's OK, as far as it goes. W.E. is at times comically bad. But it's also criminally watchable: Even through its many dull patches, places where Madonna apparently felt the need to carefully frame characters in doorways and hallways for no good reason, I couldn't take my eyes off it. This is Madonna's second movie as a director (following the 2008 comedy Filth and Wisdom), and it's obviously her bid to make a classy period picture that people will take seriously. The Weinstein Co., for one, sort of has: Perhaps it's hoping to repeat the magic formula that worked so well last year with The King's Speech, a movie set in the same era and dealing with some of the same characters, though the tone and approach of W.E. is very different.

W.E. is actually two intertwining stories -- or maybe, more accurately, two stories clumsily rubbing against each other in an awkward attempt to set off a spark. The first is the story, set in the late 1990s, of Wally Winthrop, a young New York society wife played by Abbie Cornish. Wally, it turns out, was named after the Duchess of Windsor -- her mother and grandmother were obsessed with the stylish American double divorcée who stole a king's heart. That helps explain why Wally, who's ignored -- and worse -- by her rich doctor husband (Richard Coyle), keeps stalking her former place of employment, which happens to be Sotheby's: The auction house is just about to sell off many of the Duchess's possessions, and since Wally used to work there, she can just go around lifting Wallis's crystal stemware off tables and removing nighties from their hangers to scrutinize and fondle them. A handsome Russian intellectual-slash-security guard (I kid you not), played by the winsome Guatemalan actor Oscar Isaac, also happens to have a crush on Wally; he's a good guy to have around when you have a hankering to stroke precious historical objects willy-nilly.

Wally has other problems -- she desperately wants a child, even as her scoundrel of a husband refuses to sleep with her. And so, interlocked with Wally's story, we get episodic glimpses into the life of her idol, Wallis (played, in a stroke of brilliant casting, by Andrea Riseborough, who shares Mrs. Simpson's regal bearing; she has also appeared recently in Rowan Joffe's adaptation of Graham Greene's Brighton Rock). It turns out Wallis was often unhappy, too! And that she made sacrifices in life! And that she wasn't the Nazi sympathizer she was made out to be! When Wally's husband tries to bring up the Duchess's hazy Nazi-loving past, Wally comes limping to her defense: "Most of that's based on rumor," she retorts. So there. Later, Wally brings more irrefutable evidence to the Wallis Simpson pity party: "The whole world turned against her." Take that.

Madonna, who co-wrote the script with Alek Keshishian (the director of Madonna: Truth or Dare), isn't wrong about that. But do we much care? Madonna is actually following a decent impulse here: The desire to take an unlikable character and render her in shades beyond black-and-white. But even as viewed through the filmmaker's glassy, admiring eyes, Wallis isn't easy to care about. Madonna takes great pains to show how Mrs. Simpson tried to persuade her paramour to stay on the throne; but James D'Arcy, as the abdicator Edward VIII -- known to his close friends and family as David -- declared he couldn't live unless he could have the woman he loved by his side. What Madonna does capture is Edward's romantic naivete. And Wallis does rattle a mean cocktail shaker. I guess it's easy enough to see how a guy's head -- even a royal head -- could get turned by that delightful chrome shak-a-shak sound.

But W.E. is too much of a sprawl; the parallels between the two women are stretched uncomfortably, and Cornish, especially, is left with little to do. Madonna doesn't really have a point of view -- she wants to set the record straight on Wallis, but she doesn't have the ammunition or the skills to do it right. W.E. is filled with stylish, empty touches: After the young (and pregnant) Wallis is kicked in the stomach by her first husband, we see her lying on a sparkling white tile floor as a pool of crimson blood gathers around her nether region. It's the best-art-directed miscarriage I've seen all year.

But W.E. does try, at least, to put a few nicks and scratches in the concept of the "great love story." The movie's title refers to the term Wallis and Edward used, privately, for themselves as a fused unit -- a forerunner of Brangelina and Bennifer, if you will. The idea of that sort of soulmate coupling is either wildly romantic to you, or it's stifling. Madonna isn't quite sure which side of that fence she's on, but at least she's acknowledging the fence. She's also keyed in to Wallis Simpson's practical side: No material girl would scoff at custom-made trinkets from Cartier, and when Edward does super-cute stuff like hide a diamond-encrusted cross in the bottom of her teacup, Wallis accepts with delight. "You certainly know the way to a woman's heart," she coos, to which he responds, "I wasn't aiming that high." That's Madonna's baser instinct at work, and W.E. could use more of it: The movie's shallowest moments are also its most honest.

[Editor's note: This review appeared earlier, in a slightly different form, in Stephanie Zacharek's Venice Film Festival coverage.]

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  • alexander says:

    .. you only see what your eyes want to see right? I need to watch this film by myself!!! thanks anyway!!

  • Darolo says:

    I'm not sure we've watched the same film. W.E. is a great movie, most enjoyable. Pity critics can't see Madonna as the Director period, but only see her as Queen of Pop turned Director. Too many irrelevant references. Alexander you have the right idea. Ignore the 'reviews' they're just someone else's point of view. Go see it for yourself as I did. You'll be pleasantly surprised.

  • Miguel says:

    In the Material Girl video she plays a character, but the whole song and video is purely ironic. You see, at the end of the video she goes with the guy who gives her flowers, dismissing all the guys who gives her money and jewelry. She even says "they think they can have me for giving me expensive gifts" and she goes with the guy with the flowers. You obviously know nothing about that, right?

  • AC says:

    This review is from the woman who gave the last Twilight 7.5 rating. Go back to film school, girl, and actually accomplish something in your life.

  • jbj says:

    Wow, it sounds like another round of Julie and Julia. The flaw in that one was a fairly unlikable modern protagonist, so I guess that's why they threw in a cheating husband.

  • Troy says:

    Yet another review that makes juvenile and unapplicable references to Madonna the rock star. This movie was NOT directed by that person. It was directed by Madonna the director. There is a difference. Just as there was a difference between Madonna the rock star and Madonna the actress in "Evita". Eva's death bed scene was pure unadulterated acting talent. She has a Golden Globe to prove it. Madonna will never get a fair shake in the world of cinema. She could deliver the cure for cancer on a plate and people would still find something to criticize her about. I guess that's just something she must get used to. No matter what she does- people will find something to complain about. And I'm sorry- if Stephanie Zacharek gave the last Twilight film a 7.5 rating, her opinion is not one I could ever respect and that clearly shows where her tastes in film is at. How sad. How truly, truly sad.

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