Bel Ami

Displaying little in the way of wily self-assurance, charisma or gravitas, the "Twilight Saga" heartthrob doesn't exactly invigorate this flailing English-language adaptation of Guy de Maupassant's much-filmed novel.

Bel Ami

“I had no conception of the depths of your emptiness!” a character shrieks in “Bel Ami,” and her words take on an unintended resonance as addressed to Robert Pattinson in the lead role. Displaying little in the way of wily self-assurance, charisma or gravitas, the “Twilight Saga” heartthrob doesn’t exactly invigorate this flailing English-language adaptation of Guy de Maupassant’s much-filmed novel about a handsome scoundrel seducing his way up the social ladder in 19th-century Paris. Showy cast and costume-drama frippery will draw some patrons, but word of mouth won’t be amiable enough to push the picture beyond arthouse love nests.

Already adapted numerous times for film and television (the best known being 1947’s “The Private Affairs of Bel Ami,” starring George Sanders and Angela Lansbury), Maupassant’s 1885 tale centers around Georges Duroy, a cold-blooded, sexually voracious schemer who ascends to a wealthy and influential position in Gallic society. His insatiable need for money and power rooted in an impoverished upbringing, Duroy is supposed to have a chilling blankness at his core by design.

But it’s one thing to embody a moral void, quite another to look merely vacant, and in scene after scene, Pattinson registers a visible strain in negotiating the character’s shifts from slick, droll charm to animal-like desperation and thwarted rage. The sort of self-styled gentleman who should theoretically be able to stroll into a room and mesmerize everyone in it by sheer force of personality, this Duroy instead seems to be constantly referring to mental notes from “Ladykilling for Dummies” as he mystifyingly wends his way into the sympathies of three well-married women.

Leading a pauper’s existence in 1890 Paris following three years of French military service in Algeria, Duroy leeches onto an old army mentor, Charles Forestier (Philip Glenister), now political editor at the influential newspaper La Vie Francaise. In short order, Duroy is introduced to Mme. Forestier (Uma Thurman), a steely, intelligent beauty who takes a liking to him and gets him a job at the publication, essentially by writing his first piece.

When Mme. Forestier makes it clear she has no intention of being his mistress, he turns his attentions to her more accommodating friend Clotilde (Christina Ricci). Both this torrid affair and Duroy’s bond with Charles prove short-lived, prompting Duroy to make warm overtures toward the buttoned-up Mme. Rousset (Kristin Scott Thomas) whose husband (Colm Meaney) is top editor at La Vie Francaise and promptly promotes the lad, nicknamed Bel Ami by his distaff admirers.

There’s more to come, including two deaths, two marriages, innumerable acts of betrayal and a tedious political-journalistic subplot involving the French government and its designs on Morocco. As realized by Declan Donnellan and Nick Ormerod, longtime theater helmers making their feature debut, the atonal screenplay (by tyro scribe Rachel Bennette) never assembles these sexual and professional intrigues into a persuasively intimate portrait of a living, breathing social circle. Nor do the actors, despite their best efforts, succeed in investing the machinations with any real stakes.

Thurman has a few effective moments of wounded dignity as the tragic, fiercely independent Mme. Forestier, and Ricci is a game, sparky presence as the lusty Clotilde, who sees Duroy in the clearest and ultimately most accepting light. But Scott Thomas, whose worldly intelligence and refusal to suffer fools gladly are among her defining traits as an actress, is wincingly miscast as the woman most naively susceptible to this rascal’s hollow charms.

Lest the audience fail to perceive the angst and anxiety underlying Duroy’s ambition, “Bel Ami” includes regular shots of him fuming in his grotty quarters, smashing a poor, helpless cockroach with the same frenzied vigor he displays in the mechanically directed love scenes. Despite the suitably sumptuous production design and costumes, the widescreen cinematography and mise-en-scene lack a crucial element of texture; as if to compensate, nary a frame goes unaccompanied by the film’s galumphing score.

Bel Ami


  • Production: A Red Wave production in association with XIX Film, Protagonist Pictures and Rai Cinema. (International sales: Protagonist Pictures, London.) Produced by Uberto Pasolini. Executive producer, Simon Fuller. Co-producer, Laurie Borg. Directed by Declan Donnellan, Nick Ormerod. Screenplay, Rachel Bennette, from the novel by Guy de Maupassant.
  • Crew: Camera (color, widescreen), Stefano Falivene; editors, Masahiro Hirakubo, Gavin Buckley; music, Lakshman Joseph de Saram, Rachel Portman; production designer, Attila F. Kovacs; supervising art director, Mark Raggett; art director, Dean Clegg; set decorator, Anna Lynch-Robinson; costume designer, Odile Dicks-Mireaux; sound, Simon Hayes; re-recording mixer, Robert Farr; special effects supervisor, Stuart Brisdon; visual effects supervisor, Sean Farrow; visual effects, Lipsync Post; stunt coordinators, Lee Sheward, Marc Cass; associate producers, Ceri Hughes, Ildiko Kemeny; assistant director, Josh Robertson; casting, Susie Figgis. Reviewed at Berlin Film Festival (noncompeting), Feb. 17, 2012. Running time: 102 MIN.
  • With: Georges Duroy - Robert Pattinson Madeleine - Uma Thurman Mme. Rousset - Kristin Scott Thomas Clotilde - Christina Ricci Rousset - Colm Meaney Charles Forestier - Philip Glenister Suzanne Rousset - Holliday Grainger