Anna Karenina

Did we really need another Anna Karenina? Leo Tolstoy’s 1870s epic romance has been adapted for film and television a couple dozen times. Greta Garbo has played the title role. So has Vivien Leigh. And Sophie Marceau. And Jacqueline Bisset. It’s been made in Germany and Italy and Hungary and Argentina and India and the Philippines and, of course, Russia. There’s even an Arabic version.
Yet, director Joe Wright, reuniting with his Pride & Prejudice and Atonement leading lady Keira Knightley, has found a fresh take, shooting Tom Stoppard’s script with a metaphoric and highly stylized theatricality. (It’s an approach that requires some audience education, however, which is perhaps the strategy behind a making-of featurette released a few months back.)
Anna Karenina opens with Oblonsky (Matthew Macfadyen) getting a shave on a stage, a confusing setting at first for the uninitiated. In fact, the majority of the film takes place in this dilapidated Russian theater, where the aristocratic class is obsessed with all things French, their very existence a performance of high-society ideals and Western European affectations. And like Upstairs, Downstairs, location within this building has everything to do with class, with the stage and auditorium serving as the realm for the rich and backstage and the catwalks the domain of their servants.
Oblonsky is the catalyst for the central romance, as his dalliances with the nanny bring his sister Anna to Moscow to help convince his wife Dolly (Kelly Macdonald) to forgive him. When Anna arrives from St. Petersburg, she by chance meets handsome young officer Vronsky (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) and is immediately taken in, as the audience is, by his electric blue eyes and sexy ’stache. Never mind that she’s dutifully married to Karenin (Jude Law, giving the role a quiet dignity), a high-ranking government official whose professional reserve extends to their bedroom.