Redo a masterpiece with unmitigated fidelity, and you risk being dismissed as a receptacle, replicating someone else's achievement. That's what state touring companies of Broadway hits do: Copy as closely as possible and anticipation no harmonious minds that the personalities aren't strong and individual.
Most London and Broadway directors doing major stage revivals feel compelled to rethink the intent and style and to leave their fingerprints all over it.
So it is with the latest of two movies based on Oscar Wilde's 1895 theatrical masterpiece, "The Importance of Being Earnest."
Anthony Asquith filmed a version in 1952 so dutifully stage-bound that he even included a shot of a theatergoer slipping into a seat before the performance.
It was the play to the letter, though, and boasted two monumental performances by great dames: Edith Evans in her signature portrayal of pompous Lady Bracknell and Margaret Rutherford's imperishable Miss Prism.
Writer-director Oliver Parker, who made a good film of Wilde's "An Ideal Husband" (1999), has done a new adaptation of "Earnest" that is pleasant, competent and somewhat miscalculated.
It is respectful to the letter but not to the intent.
Wilde wrote a satire on social pretensions and subtitled it "A Trivial Comedy for Serious People."
Parker has trimmed the original three-act text, fattened it just a bit with dialogue for Miss Prism (Anna Massey) and Dr. Canon Chasuble (Tom Wilkinson) from the seldom-performed four-act version and elected to have some of the key performers play so naturalistically, as opposed to broadly, that the rapier wit gets blunted inadvertently.
Although concerned with just seven characters, "Earnest" always risks sounding as convoluted as "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
The well-born Algy, or Algernon (Rupert Everett), who compulsively accumulates debts in London, maintains a fictional alter ego named Bunbury, whom he supposedly visits in the country whenever creditors close in.
Jack Worthing (Colin Firth), who lives at a country estate, gives himself a carefree alter ego named Ernest whenever he's in London.
Under the name Ernest, Jack courts Algy's cousin Gwendolen (Frances O'Connor), daughter of the hyper-aristocratic Lady Bracknell (Judi Dench).
At Jack's estate, Algy assumes a new identity, this time as Ernest, to woo Cecily (Reese Witherspoon), who has been cared for by Jack since her grandfather died ? her grandfather being the man who took in Jack when he was found as an infant in a handbag at Victoria Station.
Miss Prism is Cecily's aging governess-tutor. Dr. Chasuble is the minister altogether smitten with Prism.
Why Ernest upon Ernest? Because both Gwendolen and Cecily regard it as the most inviting of identities. Neither man, of course, is one.
On one level, the play spoofed the mores of the aristocracy in a drawing-room context and invited italicized, arch behavior by the actors.
Opting to open up the play, setting many scenes outdoors and breaking them into smaller bites, Parker has gone a step further and encouraged a realistic approach that mutes the essential silliness.
Dench is entirely believable, rather than grandiose, as Bracknell, and therein lies the problem. The character's innate ridiculousness is never apparent. Firth and Everett play straight, so to speak.
Dench still earns a laugh with the best of Bracknell's bon mots: "To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness."
But too many of the play's morsels pass without zesty seasoning, including "All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his."
A lot of the humor was window dressing on a subtext exotic for its day and seldom acknowledged. Wilde used "earnest" in the encoded context of Victorian times. It meant homosexual half a century before "gay" became the variant of choice that caught on.
Thus the romantic liaisons never seem authentic. And the young men note that "The very essence of romance is uncertainty." Once the uncertainty is eliminated, identities sorted out and betrothals implied, the romance is no longer relevant. The game has ended. Wilde ends with the line, "I've now realized for the first time in my life the vital importance of being earnest."
It's all very prim here, but seldom funny and hardly acknowledged as absurd.
Parker's several brief detours into fantasy sequences and memories seem ill-advised at best.
His great achievement is highlighting Massey and Wilkinson as the elderly romantics, the two who truly are in love and who are thoroughly consistent with traditional Wilde. Their earnestness is authentic.
'The Importance of Being Earnest'
Director:
Oliver Parker
Stars:
Colin Firth, Rupert Everett, Judi Dench
MPAA Rating:
PG, for mild sensuality
Where:
Loews Waterfront
