Throughout September I will be raiding my collection of favourite movies to review one a day, with a focus on overlooked and underappreciated films.
Where to find it: National Theatre at Home
Length: 85 minutes
Synopsis: Play about a spoiled rich girl and her staff
Recommendation rating: 5/5
What I like about it: writing, acting, staging
What I don’t like about it: filming
Review:
Polly Stenham adapts August Strindberg’s Miss Julie into an emotional modern tale of power, manipulation, class and race. The play takes place in the improbably large kitchen of Julie’s swanky London flat. Her father, unseen, is clearly a man of wealth and privilege and Julie is his princess, spoiled and neglected simultaneously. A party is underway at Julie’s flat and she keeps sneaking away to the kitchen to do a line and talk to her personal assistant Kristina and valet Jean. She treats them like her friends, asking them to do her favours rather than fulfil her orders but the power imbalance is clear to the two employees, who are in a romantic relationship. Julie, increasingly trashed throughout the story, flirts with Jean and they fuck, both using each other. Kristina finds out and it gets frosty before Julie has a full-scale (and I mean intense) mental breakdown in the final act. The staging uses distance to wonderful effect, something that doesn’t always come through in the close-up shots and cuts of this filmed version.
I want to plug National Theatre at Home, it’s a subscription service but you can gift yourself a one-month subscription for £10 and watch around 100 plays, if you have the time. If you do try it, check out this one and also Yerma, Amadeus and Angels in America, if you have a spare seven hours for the latter.
Content notes (may contain spoilers): drugs, alcohol, racism, personality disorders, sex, gruesome animal death (simulated), suicide