Biopics live and die on the strength of their performances,
and fortunately for James Marsh’s The Theory of Everything,
a telling of the life and loves of Stephen Hawking, the two leads are marvelous.
Eddie Redmayne (Jupiter Ascending) plays the renowned
cosmologist, while Felicity Jones (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)
plays his wife Jane. It is these transformative performances that are the true
strength of the film, and are what elevate this above your standard life-story
movie.
Based on her memoir, Travelling to Infinity: My
Life with Stephen Hawking, the focus is on the relationship between
Stephen and Jane, both the remarkable ups and notable downs. Those of you
looking for more science will be disappointed, but that’s not really the point
here. At it’s core, Theory is a romance. You follow the
young lovers from their nerdy, awkward meet cute at Oxford in 1963, through
their courtship, Stephen’s diagnosis with motor neuron disease, his most
groundbreaking work, and through the course of their years together.
Given Stephen’s affliction, not to mention his legendary
intellect, this is not your average, everyday love story, and the obstacles
they face are far beyond what most people encounter. But while that’s the case,
this is still a biopic, and as such, suffers from many of the afflictions that
affect this kind of film. Trying to encapsulate an entire life, let alone
multiple lives, in a truncated, two-hour window, there is a lot of ground to
cover, and things are going to get glossed over.
People show up, play an important part for a moment, and are
never heard from again. The biggest example of this is Brian (Harry Lloyd),
Stephen’s classmate and best friend at Oxford. The moment Stephen tells Brian
about his diagnosis—a quiet, “hey, I have two years to live”—is the first real
gut punch of the movie. Though Brian does figure into the story in the earlier
years, as Stephen and Jane age, he falls by the wayside, only showing up as a
face in the crowd in the obligatory moment of triumph near the end.
The Theory of Everything never sugar
coats the reality; Stephen is brilliant, but can be cold, oblivious, and often
times downright cruel. And while Jane, deeply religious and artistic, provides
a balance to the scientific mind of her husband, she’s human, and though she
bears an incredible weight, is subject to the same faults and frailties as
everyone else. The way the two strike an accord, and incorporate and accept the
concrete facts of their lives, is what truly makes their story stand out from
the crowd.
There are remarkable moments in The Theory of
Everything, moments of subtle power and emotion, where you find
yourself tearing up, especially as Stephen’s condition continues to
deteriorate. Yet, there are many more where you skip from event to event, like
an extended montage. Things happen and you accept them because that’s how they
played out in real life, but this structure gives the overall pace a herky
jerky, start and stop feel.
For all the you’ve-seen-this-before narrative, and a story
that, even with a few unique points, you can
predict, it’s hard to find fault with the performances, at least outside
of a few missteps in the make up department when it comes to aging Jones. Both
are phenomenal. Redmayne, is getting the bulk of the praise, and for good
reason. To take on a role that requires this level of physicality, yet still be
able to convey an astonishing array of emotion, thought, and communication is
impressive. Later in Stephen’s life, there are times when he is essentially
frozen in place, but you still know exactly what he thinks and feels from
nothing more than his eyes.
And Jones, for her part, gives much less showy performance,
though it is no less nuanced and commanding. She says very little that
explicitly conveys her internal emotions, suffering in silence as she does throughout,
but you’re never at a loss for what’s going on inside. While it would be easy
to let a performance like Redmayne’s overshadow you, she never does, and taken
together, this is like watching a master’s class in nonverbal acting. The
supporting players are fine, but aside from Lloyd and Charlie Cox
(Boardwalk Empire), none of them have much of any substance
to sink their teeth into.
Though the Theory of Everything can, at
times, be little more than a by the numbers biography, with all of the highs
and lows that entails, it’s worth checking out for the two leads alone. Those
of you interested in a different perspective on one of the most brilliant minds
of our time will also find much to enjoy. Marsh does his best to infuse the
picture with a hazy, dreamy quality, and it is a lovely movie to look at, but
despite that, it struggles throughout with the constraints of what it is, and
never truly transcends those bonds. While it likely won’t win any best picture
awards, this should add some nice hardware to both Jones and Redmayne’s statue
collections, and for an intimate portrait of an unusual, intriguing couple,
that’s more than enough.
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