The Way We Live Now

The Way We Live Now is yet another British TV adaptation of the works of Anthony Trollope. Like The Pallisers and The Barchester Chronicles this is yet another mini-series to savor. The rich setting of 1870's London society is boldly brought to the screen. David Suchet gives the performance of his career as scoundrel Augustus Malmotte. Equally brilliant is Shirley Henderson as his daughter Marie. Henderson has emerged as one of the more spellbinding thespians of the last ten years. Why she isn't a major star when performers with a tiny fraction of her talent are on the A-list is one of those mysteries that will never be explained. Still, this is not quite up there in the same league with The Pallisers. Some of the characters are not that interesting. Unfortunately, Miranda Otto as Mrs. Hurtle and Cillian Murphy as Paul Montague are miscast.

A truly unique look at Trollope. The adaptation, direction and musical score are done with high style, wit and a decadent spirit that is rare in the more reserved British period pieces that one might expect from the BBC. It is immensely entertaining. I heartily recommend it.

We're still talking at home about David Suchet's performance, he's repulsive, horrifying, lying, charismatic, ugly, likable, credible and incredible. If he had been in an A movie, he could of had all the awards. I thought there weren't any actors like this around anymore. His character is Citizen Kane combined with Dracula, and he inhabits it with a vengeance. And the story! It seems to always be consciously paralleling the dot-com or Enron debacles, but isn't that what business has been like ever since stocks began?

Anthony Trollope's 'The Way We Live Now' is a masterful, though long, book, with many richly drawn complex characters, the stories of the characters fully developed and fascinating, delicious satire and having much to say on various topical matters.

Taking this mini-series as an adaptation, it is not hard to see why it would disappoint. It's very condensed and also exaggerated, and it's also not as rich with not quite enough of the topical matters of the time explored in depth. The characters are still interesting (characters driven by greed preparing for a heavy hall which happens) and entertaining and the story fully absorbing with the subplots nicely fleshed out, just that it pales in comparison to the book.

In all honesty however, because of being so heavy and rich in detail and for its length, the book is very difficult to adapt (almost as difficult to adapt as Stephen King, Fyodor Dostoevsky and Leo Tolstoy) and, regardless of how disappointing it is in comparison, the 'The Way We Live Now' mini-series does laudably and is a solid and even very good to great mini-series on its own.

Of course there are things that stop it from living up to its even stronger potential, and forgive me if the flaws that have been covered in previous reviews are repeated (or shall we say somewhat parroted). Those flaws are the ending and two miscasts, while the many strengths far outweigh them they are big and jarring enough to not ignore. The ending is rushed and doesn't feel that well rounded off.

Cillian Murphy has shown considerable talent over the years, but here he's too delicate-looking, too young and rather effeminate and earnest. He doesn't convince as an engineer and doesn't fit the period either. Miranda Otto is strange and not in a good way. She plays her already pretty dumbed down character as a broad and annoying caricature and even more painfully attempts a Southern accent (and badly doesn't describe it, it's one of the all-time worst attempts at an accent to me) that sounds so overdone and so obviously fake with a bored-sounding drawl to match.

Luckily the rest of the cast more than make up for them. David Suchet dominates, playing a loathsome yet still fascinating character to gleeful perfection, a contender for his best non-Poirot performance. Shirley Henderson plays her emotional-roller-coaster-filled character very passionately and movingly, and Matthew MacFadyen is clearly enjoying himself as a cad but brings enough charm to make one believe how easy he is to fall for.

Douglas Hodge gives his very conflicted role a real humanity and Paloma Baeza has a slightly underwritten character but plays her with plenty of fire and intensity. Anne Marie Duff allows one to sympathise with her while also reminding us of how she is no much better than those who have shunned her, while Jim Carter brings much joy in a wonderful performance that has gone under-appreciated. Allan Corduner is spirited though a little more wit wouldn't go amiss and Cheryl Campbell is her usual dependable self.

'The Way We Live Now' looks fantastic, with evocative scenery, interiors, buildings and costumes that are striking on the eyes all captured perfectly by photography that is both atmospheric and luminous. The music score could not have been a better fit and also a fine score on its own, while there are some delicious bits of humour in the script with the satirical elements sharp and gleefully exaggerated at times and leaving enough room for insight. The storytelling is absorbing and compelling throughout the length, everything being easy to follow without being simplistic or over-complicated, and the characters are intriguing and enjoyable if with more meat to them in the source material.

Overall, very good mini-series that had the potential of being even stronger. 8/10 Bethany Cox

One of Trollope's longest tomes, 'The Way We Live Now' is a tale of greed and downfall in London during the 1880's boom. It tells the tale of a visiting conman, Melmotte, who decides this time to stay in his chosen destination after having been forced to leave Vienna in haste after causing another of the financial scandals in his long career. With many characters and subplots, this is a hard book to adapt to the screen. The BBC has managed a competent interpretation nontheless, squeezing the whole thing into only five hours.

David Suchet as the protagonist, Melmotte, is excellent: a dark and charismatic foil to the foppish aristocrats who disdain all about him except his money. His daughter, Marie Melmotte, is particularly sweet. Apart from a few quirks like Mrs Hurtle's bizarre American accent (did American ladies really talk with a Jerry Hall drawl in the nineteenth century)? this is an extremely pleasing production.