Review by I_Ailurophile

Truthfully, I found this one a little difficult. In all the fundamentals of its craft this is terrific; the production design, art direction, costume design, hair and makeup, lighting, cinematography, and effects are each absolutely marvelous, a feast for the eyes and furthermore realizing Victorian London with stark richness. The fabulously detailed visual presentation alone is superb and lends substantial value to the film - as is also the case with the acting. It's a swell cast assembled here, and they all give strong performances, not least Jena Malone who from a very young age has proven again and again the nuance, range, and skill she possesses. If nothing else is true about 'Angelica,' Malone is outstanding here, commanding the primary role as if she were born for it. I'm further wonderfully pleased with Janet McTeer's warm, steady acting as Anne Montague, breathing splendid life into a supporting role that's written with tremendous heart and wit.

All this is well and good. Such advantages, however, great as they might be, do not carry the picture in and of themselves. This is a little hard to swallow from the outset, what with the historical and period-appropriate but nevertheless extremely ugly prominence of antiquated values: classism, sexism, moralizing snobbery religious and otherwise, dashes of racism, animal cruelty (a content warning is necessary for the latter), all of which is in some manner geared toward pushing down women and reinforcing patriarchy and the notion that "it's a man's world." Abiding these as we can for the sake of the feature, more significant is that plot development feels all too loose and scattered for a preponderance of the runtime, going nowhere fast. Lovely as the visuals may be, so soporific is the advancement of the narrative that I actually did fall asleep at one point while watching (I at least had the foresight to pause). Only very slowly does the story solidify, communicating the paramount importance of those same noted themes after all - yet that solid state is less a singular dense ball than it is a hollow holiday ornament, the type that resembles a cage with a bell or some other doodad inside. At its most complete, the substance 'Angelica' has to offer still doesn't feel like it.

It's a little creepy at times, or infuriating or emotionally investing as we readily sympathize with protagonist Constance. Not least in the character of Anne, there is also light here. All the best strength the film has to offer, though, seems insufficient to elevate it to a higher level. My predominant sentiment is that I want to say I like this more than I do on account of Malone and McTeer, the intelligence and sincerity in the writing, and the hard work of all those behind the camera. But somehow there's a breakdown here between filmmaker Mitchell Lichtenstein's writing and direction, such that the latter struggles to give impactful, meaningful shape to the former. This is regrettable, since I know what he's capable of; 2007 horror romp 'Teeth' was genuinely brilliant as it in some measure explored similar territory from a different angle. Maybe the more restrained approach to 'Angelica' resulted in overcompensation? In any event, I still look forward to what Lichtenstein may do next, and it's not that this is bad - it just doesn't achieve the desired effect, I don't think.

This is most recommendable if you're an utmost fan of someone involved. I do also believe it's worth watching on its own merits. Any suggested viewing is necessarily paired, however, with the caveat that the whole is lesser than the sum of its parts, just not entirely coming together with all possible success. I ultimately like 'Angelica'; would that it had achieved in its storytelling what it did in its film-making.