Review: 'Sleeping Beauty' Starring Emily Browning Seduces With The Pervading Power Of A Dream

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by James Rocchi
November 28, 2011 2:06 PM
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Greeted with diffident, muted applause at Cannes -- where it was instantly vaulted into must-see territory the second it arrived in competition despite being the debut effort of a first-time director -- "Sleeping Beauty" is a film that seduces and repels, that flickers between a come-hither smoldering gaze and dead-eyed passive aggression. This is, in many ways, the kind of film you only get at a major festival, a hothouse flower, beautiful and delicate and yet surprisingly hardy and potentially toxic. At the same time, it's exactly the kind of film least well-served by being screened at a major film fest, with considered, slow contemplation pushed aside for rushes to judgment as fleet as a tweet.

Lucy (Emily Browning) is a college student with a number of odd jobs -- medical lab rat, waitress, office clerk -- who, in the search for more money, takes the oddest job of all; as her employer, Clara (an icy, imperious Rachel Blake) explains, Lucy will wear specially-selected lingerie and provide the "silver service," placing cutlery and serving wine, at a series of special dinner parties. The pay is $250 an hour. There is the possibility of promotion. "We rely heavily on mutual trust and discretion," Clara notes, "and I am obliged to tell you there are heavy penalties -- very heavy penalties -- for any breaches of discretion."

And so Lucy goes down the rabbit hole, but the more interesting ideas the film explores through novelist Julia Leigh's direction and script is that Lucy's job, once you get past all of the stern-but-similar half-naked dark-haired women walking about, is remarkably like any job -- a dress code, the need to leave early, the hope of more hours or promotion, dragging yourself in when you're too unwell to work. (Imagine if you got to see the break room chatter between the "Eyes Wide Shut" masked, naked sybarites; that's what this film's early, best scenes feel like.) Like Soderbergh's "The Girlfriend Experience," "Sleeping Beauty" is ostensibly about sex and control -- but is really about work and wages.

Emily Browning is superb here, and not simply "brave," which is the usual tired critical euphemism for a young actress willing to repeatedly show her breasts. Browning's nudity is less important than her nakedness -- her physical state of dress becomes far less important than her emotional state of vulnerability. In many ways, Lucy is a long-lost (and not especially eager to be found) cousin to Maggie Gyllenhaal's Lee in "Secretary," a young woman exercising an ultimate degree of control by willingly giving all control over to others, a person seeking self-assertion through self-negation. But as Lucy gets promoted -- and as Leigh lingers perhaps too long on her new duties, making for scenes that are somehow both unspeakable and tedious -- the film slides into a repetitive, small-scale groove, and Lucy's earlier spark fizzles into apathy, and transforms from a journey with the dark and disquieting power of, say, "The Story of O" to a slacker, smaller version of the same you could just as well call The Story of Oh, Whatever.

Leigh's direction is frustratingly beautiful. Every scene is meticulous and yet alive, captured in harsh light but with soft grace notes. When Browning, drugged, wobbles across the room to do something very important -- her pallid, luminous skin contrasting with the dark, rich wood paneling behind her -- it's a vision of beauty, not a glimpse of flesh. Cinematographer Geoffrey Simpson ("The Navigator," "Shine") gets every moment right -- scenes as different as when Lucy burns a $100-note in the literal harsh light of day to the flashing, conspiratorial eyes of a chauffeur in a rear-view mirror on a dark night.

As much as I am sure that "Sleeping Beauty" will start extensive arguments -- I can imagine vast energies being devoted to both exalting it and tearing it down, making it a film fraught with the intellectual and cultural equivalent of potential energy -- I am also sure that the film inarguably marks Leigh as a director to watch. Leigh may not quite have a fully-developed sense of cinema's unique narrative needs (Lucy often feels more like the narrator of a novel than the protagonist of a film, observing instead of acting), but she unequivocally has a vision which she can not only get out of her imagination and up onto the screen but also get up onto the screen and then into your imagination. Cinematography, sound editing and set design all work in harmony here to craft a haunting, haunted world that still feels real as the rent and raw as a wound. "Sleeping Beauty" isn't a perfect film, but it is, in many ways, near-perfect cinema -- a unique story, untellable in any other medium, that resists both easy dismissal and glib praise, sinking into the mind with the ungraspable, all-pervading power of a dream [B+]

This is a reprint of our review from Cannes.

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Erik McClanahan | November 28, 2011 11:41 PMReply

Yeah, I'm in total disagreement with this review as well. Hated this film, did absolutely nothing for me. It was so opaque that it lacked any convincing reason to exist in the first place. To call this near-perfect cinema, man, I couldn't disagree more.
Pierre | November 28, 2011 4:33 PMReply

@GE - I think that's intentional. But still, I was so underwhelmed by this movie in nearly every respect.
GE | November 28, 2011 4:41 PM

Yeah I know it was intentional but to call that performance "superb" as this review does is ridiculous. I think someone was swayed by all the boobs on display.
[A] | November 28, 2011 3:00 PMReply

I know I'll see this.
KT | November 28, 2011 2:41 PMReply

Wow, I've heard nothing but bad things about this movie until this review...
ge | November 28, 2011 2:26 PMReply

Cannot comprehend how anyone can give this trash a good review. Browning did nothing but give a blank stare throughout.