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Dec. 27, 1993: The Arts & Media:Cinema
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Dec. 27, 1993 The New Age of Angels
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 72
Cinema
And The Sorrows Of Joy
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<p>When we meet him, C.S. Lewis (Anthony Hopkins) is giving rather
smug lectures about the blessed necessity for suffering in our
life: "Pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world," he happily
informs his listeners.
</p>
<p> But what does Lewis--Oxford don, literary critic, fairy-tale
writer, Christian apologist--actually know about the ordinary
hurts of ordinary life? Or, for that matter, about life as most
people know it? His beloved mother died when he was a child,
and for decades he has lived in withdrawn bachelorhood. Snuggled
up in a charming book-lined cottage with his brother Warnie
(the excellent Edward Hardwicke), he is sage but distant with
his students, witty but somewhat abstract with his colleagues
at the high table.
</p>
<p> The man needs shaking up. And Joy Gresham (Debra Winger) is
just the woman to do it. She's an American, something of a poet,
something of an imposition. But she's also someone any writer
is bound to cherish, a knowledgeable fan. They meet for tea;
she and her eight-year-old son (she's in the midst of a messy
divorce) return for Christmas; and eventually they settle in
London. Bemusement soon gives way to concern. Lewis marries
her so she can stay in England, but true love does not happen
until she falls ill with cancer. A period of remission offers
them the opportunity for an idyll. That brief happiness, followed
by the pain of her death, does indeed "rouse" Lewis. But in
ways deeper and more mysterious than he formerly gabbled about.
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<p> Shadowlands is, in essence, a true story, though screenwriter
William Nicholson, adapting his own play, admits that given
Lewis' reticence, he has had to imagine much of what went on
in the relationship with Gresham. And reticent is the word for
Richard Attenborough's film version. But that's a virtue, not
a defect, when your setting is English academia (no one has
more persuasively captured its manners) and your subject is
mortality. There is something very moving in the understated
way that these people confront it, something very sweetly believable
in their courtship and in the brief bliss they shared. Hopkins
gets to do what he could not in The Remains of the Day, shake
off repression, and Winger is awfully good too; there is a steady
pressure in her forcefulness that is never flashy or abrasive.
They--the entire movie--are strong, unsentimental, exemplary.
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