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The Constant Gardener

Director

Fernando Meirelles

Year

2005

Rating

Reviewed by

Gon Curiel a.k.a. Groucho

Review date

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The first time I heard about this movie someone was criticizing its title. Then a good friend with a fine taste recommended it to me and I knew I couldn’t judge this book by its cover. After all is said and done, it has a lame title, which fortunately belongs to a piece that’s everything except lame. Instead it’s exciting, thought-provoking, and poignant. It’s one of the strongest films I have seen that works in retrospect, dealing with ghosts—figuratively speaking—and a haunting past that has nothing to do with heritage, race or culture. Just a bond, strong enough to change someone’s life, create a new reality, and compell a certain doom. The novel by John le Carré deals with the pharmaceutical industry, politics among varied nations, ruthless treatment of disadvantaged third-world inhabitants, crushed human rights, AIDS, racism, and activism. But all that is just backdrop for a love story, one as tragic as the best kind of Shakespeare and as haunting as Wuthering Heights.

Justin Quayle (Ralph Fiennes), a mild-mannered British diplomat, lives a quiet, simple life that’s not exactly the type his wife Tessa (Rachel Weisz) embraces. She’s an activist by nature—they even met when she confronted him during a lecture—and she’s always up to something. Justin doesn’t know much about her work, but sometimes he worries about the goings-on in her life, which is completely out of his reach and control, and could even include a couple infidelities. Then she dies, along with her friend Arnold (Hubert Koundé), apparently the result of a crime of passion. Justin is shocked by the news, and for once decides to do more than just stand there.

So he starts digging, and uncovers a web of intrigue that he could never suspect. Apparently Tessa was investigating a pharmaceutical juggernaut that conducted questionable experiments on African people and did or was about to do something much worse. Being so close to these people, Africa being Justin and Tessa’s home, only made matters worse as she so easily got to care about everyone that surrounded her. Her investigation only uncovered mud, tons of it, and she couldn’t stop digging. Then she got killed. But who did it? Why, exactly? Which of their trusted friends was involved or didn’t help prevent it though he could? And why on Earth didn’t Justin have the faintest idea about any of this? Tessa was reason enough for him to live, the simple man that he was, and her death shakes him to the bone. He’s not about to move on, especially since he’s guilt-ridden about having been jealous instead of supportive to his loving wife. Justin sets to continue her work, not because he really cares, but because he wishes he had. And he’s willing to go to the last consequences.

Brazilian director Fernando Meirelles, responsible for the amazing City of God (2002), has brought his unique, shattering filmmaking style to a story that requires no less. A team of true artists, including editor Claire Simpson, cinematographer César Charlone and musician Alberto Iglesias, seem to have devoted more than their skills to this perfectly crafted, truly affecting film.

And then there are the actors. Fiennes is fantastic in the lead, completely credible throughout his adventure, perfectly British in his reactions, absolutely tragic all along. Weisz is beyond words as his object of obsession. From the get-go she’s a natural, 100% genuine in her depiction of a carefree woman that’s everything but carefree. How she laughs, talks, gets mad, confronts, steps back, cares, helps, participates, it’s all first-rate work. Her Tessa certainly is obsession material, clearly a woman who belongs but doesn’t, and leaves everybody wanting more. It’s hard to see how Justin could not be obsessed, and that’s what makes the movie work. The scenes where Justin imagines her in after-death conversations that are formed with memories of actual moments are especially outstanding.

The rest of the cast, including Danny Huston, Bill Nighy and Pete Postlethwaite is top-notch as well.

Jeffrey Caine’s script is slightly contrived at times, wrongly focusing on a tad too many arguably unnecessary details, especially during the first half, but I don’t want to criticize his fine craft as he struggled to maintain the spirit and true heart of the original story—and succeeded.

“It’s almost like it’s a marriage of convenience and the only thing it’s gonna produce is dead offspring.”

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The Constant Gardener

Director

Fernando Meirelles

Year

2005

Rating

Reviewed by

José Ruiloba a.k.a. Morris

Review date

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Director Fernando Meirelles made a splash in the international scene with his Brazilian movie City of God (2002), for which he went on to receive an Oscar nomination for his direction, a difficult task for a foreign language film. After that, everyone wondered what he would do next, and if it would live up to expectations. Yet the moment he opted to shoot a Hollywood movie as his follow-up, many people wondered if he had sold himself as so many directors do these days the minute they receive acclaim. Not Meirelles though. His work in The Constant Gardener is just as good as any trace of talent he had shown in the past.

Justin Quayle (Ralph Fiennes) is a shy British diplomat who falls for an outspoken, beautiful student, Tessa (Rachel Weisz), and subsequently marries her. But when she is murdered during a trip to Africa, Justin starts to investigate what happened and why she was a target. He soon finds that Tessa was investigating the use of experimental drugs in African colonies as part of illegal research from a pharmaceutical company, something that could involve high powers between nations.

The Constant Gardener is based on a John Le Carré novel and adapted for the screen by Jeffrey Caine. The events depicted in the novel are fictional, yet it is quite obvious that Le Carré did his homework and wrote the novel as a denouncement of sorts. His work is mostly political, and the movie depicts that same aura with precise care, unraveling a difficult topic that is as relevant today as it was years ago. The movie is about conspiracies, politics, money, and a woman fighting the system for what is right.

Even with such a powerful theme treated in such an intelligent and suspenseful way, at its core the movie is a love story. And it is a beautiful one at that. We get to know Justin and Tessa’s relationship during flashbacks (the movie is impressively edited); we witness how their love first blossomed despite them being so different yet so alike; we also witness how Justin gets to know his wife even more so after she’s dead; and the realization of the things he missed and the things he didn’t know about his admirable wife are the aspects that hold the movie together.

Meirelles is surrounded by an impeccable technical team. César Charlone’s photography is superb, setting the right mood depending on the scene and where it takes place, yet showing exactly what it has to. Besides, the African vistas are breath-taking. Claire Simpson’s aforementioned editing is also exemplary, as is Alberto Iglesias’s suitable score.

Ralph Fiennes, one of the best actors out there, is in top form and gives one of the most powerful performances of his career. He is subdued and subtle, perfect at every step of the way. Rachel Weisz is a wonderful match, bringing luminosity and warmth with not one false note. Hubert Koundé, Danny Huston, Pete Postlethwaite and specially Bill Nighy bring excellent support.

Don’t be fooled by the lame title, this movie is an intelligent, adult thriller that should be seen.

“It’s almost like it’s a marriage of convenience and the only thing it’s gonna produce is dead offspring.”

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